Washington DC – Year: 2005

Abby studied the man in front of her as he led the way to where their family was being held. He was completely filthy. The only thing that looked even remotely clean was his black t-shirt, and that was plastered to him like he'd fallen into pond; a foul pond from the smell. He was also limping and had a make shift bandage wrapped around one thigh. "You did cause the explosion earlier correct?" Ducky asked.

"Yep, I brought silly putty with a bang," Abby replied. "I knew that whoever had the team wasn't likely to want to let me in. So I brought lots of door knockers." Ducky's youthful looks backed up Abby's suspicions that his ability to heal had been a result of something THRUSH had done. She knew that UNCLE enforcement agents retired from field work at age forty. She didn't wonder why he faked being older either. He had explained his reasoning to her earlier. She just hoped that everyone else would be willing to keep the secret.

Ducky stopped and looked at her intently. "Just how much C4 do you have?" Abby put her pistol in her tutu and wiggled out of a backpack made of the same leather as her coat. When she opened it up he grinned and said, "Should I ask where you got it or just be thankful that you enjoy explosives as much as I do?"

"It's amazing what you can learn at forensic conferences," Abby said with an answering grin.

"Come on," he said, changing directions. "This changes the situation." They came to a set of swinging doors and snuck through. "Each of these vats and barrels' contents have to mix with the contents of the vats and barrels in the next room. That way Jason won't be able to drug DC. The liquid in these containers will contaminate the drugs in the others and they will be rendered harmless. Well somewhat harmless, I don't think the EPA will be too happy with us."

Abby nodded but was more interested in something else. "Who is Jason and why is he stupid enough to keep this stuff around, much less in the room next to his drugs?" She pulled out her phone, where she'd put the blueprints to the slaughter house. She wanted to know where the drains ended up. When she realized the ones from the two rooms ended up in a set of large tanks rather than going straight into the local water systems she got busy attaching detonators to blobs of C4. The barrels were on pallets and would only need one bomb to take out all of the barrels; each vat would need one of its own.

"Jason Beck works for an organization called THRUSH," Ducky began.

"Ok, so he's an uber terrorist and I'm guessing that the two of you knew each other when you worked for UNCLE?" Abby asked as they began sticking the explosives where they would do the most damage.

"How? Anthony!" Ducky growled.

"Hey! It's not like he spread the news around NCIS," Abby pointed out. "The only reason he told me was because of that mole case six months ago. I had to run DNA on everyone and you came up as mine and Tony's dad. Tony made sure I hid the information and then took me back to his place so he could explain why. He didn't think that Napoleon would lie about being our dad, so I went and did another test. It showed that we had two dads rather than the usual mom and dad situation."

Ducky stopped and turned from placing the last bomb. "You're my daughter?" he asked, amazed and confused. "But I gave you to Karen Whitaker!"

Abby nodded. "Yeah, and the way I heard the story you giving me to Mom gave Poppa the guts to pop the question. They'd been together for years, but they weren't married."

"And I only knew Karen's last name, never Thad's," Ducky realized. "Well, you being my daughter is a lot more believable than Ziva." He returned to their previous conversation. "These wastes were probably just collected from all over this satrap and just stored here." He finished the last bomb and pointed at a section of wall. "There's no door between these two rooms so they were reasonably safe from contamination. We'll just have to make a door."

"That sounds reasonable," Abby said as she watched Ducky place the charge to make a large hole. They ducked behind one of the larger vats and waited out the explosion. "Why Ziva?"

"Beck was convinced that Ziva was my daughter because we shared the same profession and one or two personality traits, especially when it comes to dealing with imbeciles," Ducky admitted.

"Like that guy you threw off the cliff that Gibbs told me about?" Abby grinned as she walked through the hole.

"Very much so," Illya said as they both began shooting the THRUSH technitions. "You see, THRUSH wanted to duplicate and improve upon Napoleon and I as agents when they created the two of you. So they boosted our primary traits, or at least they tried to. The trouble was that no one besides Napoleon knew me well enough to say just what my primary traits were. April and Mark, two of our cousins,"

"Other enforcement agents," Abby clarified and Ducky nodded. They got to work setting the rest of the bombs.

"They knew me well enough to probably see that THRUSH was taking a tremendous chance. Much of what I was came from the world I lived through, something that they would not be able to duplicate. Anthony grew up with Napoleon's family, not because he was attempting to finish THRUSH's work, but because he had family and it is still very important to him. I had no family aside from my fellow agents. I didn't want that sort of life for you, so I gave you to friends of mine. They knew nothing of my work, but I knew them, the sort of people they were. You have to become an excellent judge of character in that line of work. I knew that they would let you grow up to be what you wanted to be. You have my best traits, not the ones I was forced to develop."

"Like what? I can see Napoleon in Tony because of the diary that he left, but I'm not sure that I see me in you," Abby asked.

Ducky smiled. "You have my passion for science, my love of alternate cultures and in my day jazz was very much a scandalous culture, you take people for themselves rather than whatever group they belong to, you can't stand an unsolved puzzle, you're stubborn to say the least, you are extremely loyal to those you call friends, you prefer to work alone in your lab because few people can keep up with you, and you have a keen interest in death, all of which comes very much from me. Fortunately you seem to have gotten Napoleon's luck with situations even if you don't have it with the opposite sex."

"I think I'd rather have my bad luck with guys than Tony's luck with women," Abby admitted. They set the final charge and left to find the others.