Abby sat up, sweat rolling down her face. She had had a nightmare, one with blood and gore. Two men were standing in a dark room pointing guns at her and they were ready to shoot her and the man she was protecting. The two men labled themselves FBI agents. The man she was protecting was a killer. She had woken to the quite dawn creeping over her bed.

The golden shimmers crawling all over her blankets softly illuminated the room as the gray skies outside began to filter into shades of blue. Abby pulled away from the light and currled up on bed, her arms hugging her knees to her, her forehead pressed against her knees. She was trying so hard to remember who that man was, the one she always looked down at right before she woke.

He had a soft voice and he smelled like sawdust and his hair was a silvery gray. She couldn't remember anything else, like his eye color or his age. She heard her door open and her head snapped up as the smell of sawdust filled her nose. Her eyes widened.

---flashback---

"--that is not my fault, Gibbs! It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault..." She suddenly realized what he was saying. "It's not my fault. Hmm. I can see why you like to work on your boat, Gibbs. Very, very, cathargic." She brought the hammer down and the chip of wood came flying off. "Oops." She handed Gibbs the "boat-killing weapons". "Suddenly having a stalker on the loose isn't so scary." She looked up at him.

His face became clear, no longer fuzzy. His soft features interrupted only by his sharp, piercing eyes.

---end---

"I know you!" she yelled as this strange man walked forward. She pointed at him as he came just short of her fingers. "Your Leroy Jethro Gibbs! NCIS Special Agent! You know sign language, Russian, and a few other languages... and you met me in a coffee shop..."

Gibbs stopped breathing.

"I also remember that I work for NCIS."

"Abby! You remember!"

"Yeah... but I don't remember my full name..." She dropped her head and sighed.

Gibbs sat down on the bed beside Abby. "Your name is Abigail Scuito. You work with me at NCIS as a Forensic Scientist."

"You keep saying that, but am I really?"

Gibbs nodded. He didn't want to say anything about Yvonchi and that he was in the room nearby in critical condition. "Do you want me to trigger it, Abs?"

"That'd be nice..."

"Yvonchi Grunch might be dead in a few hours."

Abby's eyes widened and she saw a callidescope of memories she had. The moments she was sharing with her friends, the moments she shared with the one man she loved, the moments she spent being her...

She suddenly grabbed Gibbs aorund the neck and hugged him tightly. "I remember now, Gibbs..." She held him arms-length away. "How'd you know that'd work?"

"Because you saw two of your friend get shot and one other go passed your window in critical." He smiled.

Jenny stood by the door and smiled to herself. 'The things the President wants them to be can be possible, now that Abby remembers... but I know how she feels! I'd want to forget something like this if my friends were put in danger!'

Sam and Ducky came over, Sam was pushing Ducky in his wheelchair. The duo were fine, as was McGee, who came limping over with Ziva's help. Tony was still in a coma and, from what everyone could tell, so was Yvonchi. Jenny smiled and they all exchanged hugs of gratitude and many shed tears.