Dislaimer: Once I rule the world, everything is mine... oops damn... why did I just give myself away.... to much caffeine I guess...'clearing my throat' ... of course... not mine!... 'cough' and I don't...'cough' want to rule...'cough'... the world... 'laughing self-consciously'.... ( the 'not mine' disclaimer getting boring to write lol and I'm nuts... anyway...)

A huge thank goes again to ncislove for helping me fixing my mistakes...

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Dedicated to Mookie17, for writing the first review ^^

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9

Abby was on the edge. She was jumpy and worried, at some point she felt sick and then hungry. Right after the thought of food entered her mind she felt sick again and therefore didn't follow the urge to eat something.

She had talked with Tony a few hours ago. She had made clear to him what she thought about lying or withholding information, before she had told him the were good.

Now she passed her time by moving from one side to the other side playing with her fingers, while waiting for the results of the evidence they had brought back.

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No finger prints so far.

With watery eyes she stared towards the picture she had put on the plasma screen on her wall.

An unconsciousness Gibbs; a sight she couldn't really say she liked.

Her conscious mind told her to pull up another picture or switch the plasma off all at once, but she couldn't.

Abs knew it was self destructive to look at the picture but her 'motivation of self-preservation' was not reachable.

No her motivation was currently being held captive. Damn Gibbs… Her hand moved to her belly.

She waited impatiently for any news or a peep from her Pc.

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Nothing, she had found nothing. Every piece of evidence was worthless.

No prints, no fibres and no reflection on the pictures.

At least 14 hours had past and they had heard nothing.

Abby should sleep but she couldn't. She was too worried. Worried about Gibbs and worried about the effect of the worries on the unborn baby.

She tried desperately to calm down but she wasn't really successful.

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Ducky found her walking from one side to the other in front of her workbench.

Her hair was down, her lab coat trapped over her workbench. She had changed her clothes, at least her shirt was different. Now she was wearing a sweater similar to the once Gibbs usually uses to wear out of work, though hers was a few sizes smaller.

Her feet were covered only by socks.

The futon was visible through the other door but it seemed unused.

Bert sat on the workbench between her microscope and the keyboard and seemed to watch her move.

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"Abigail."

Abby froze in the middle of her step.

"Ducky"

She turned around in faced the elder man.

"News?"

"No my dear, sorry."

Ducky was about to give Abs a hug but instead of walking closer to Duck she turned and continued with her pacing.

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The elder man let his arms sink again and watched the young women in front of him walk.

She looked awful and very exhausted.

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No wonder.

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"Abby, when was the last time you slept?" She stopped again and gazed to the watch of the pc.

It was almost midnight.

Without looking towards Duck she asked "Including or excluding the three hour nap before this mess started?"

"Excluding"

She began to numerate in mind

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First victim

Second victim

Home

Food, shower and love making, though not this order

Third victim

Nap

Mess started

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There was no use in lying "Roughly 50 hours ago."

He was about to say something when Tony, Ziva and Tim entered the lab.

Abby looked from one face to the other.

"News"

Tony said nothing he just handed her the two evidence bags.

In one was a similar brown envelope in the other a CD.

"What's on the disk?"

"We haven't checked yet."

Abs helped herself to gloves and ignored the worried eyes of her friends.

"Then let's find out."

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TBC...

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