Abby sat in her lab, this time happily. She was watching some baby videos of Rachel. The current one was filmed when she had been nine months old. She had crawled on the bullpen carpet, looking adorable in her light green playsuit. It had little dinosaurs on it.

Abby watched as McGee picked Rach up from the ground and spun her around and laughed out loud when Rachel puked onto his shirt. McGee immediately put her back onto the floor and raced into the bathroom to clean himself up.

The camera shifted to show Tony and Ziva laughing. "That's my girl," Tony said, his arm casually around Ziva's waist.

Abby had filmed this herself. She had a whole shelf devoted solely to DVD's and CD's of videos and photos of Rachel. They were categorized chronologically and labeled with Rachel's age at the time.

Suddenly the picture started moving again. First it showed a close-up of Rach on the floor, going closer and closer, until it was right in front of her. She reached out with one little hand and tried to touch the camera. It was lifted away from her reach. She started to crawl in its direction and all the while the camera slid slowly away from her.

Then the camera slowed down and Rach caught it. She giggled happily as she reached out to grab it and it didn't move away. She slammed it lightly against the floor, immediately causing the adults around her to stop her. Abby gently took the camera out of her little hands and Ziva fetched one of her toys from her desk drawer.

Then the camera showed a hallway, which soon led to the men's bathroom. The door was opened, and the camera entered.

McGee was standing by one of the sinks, scrubbing his shirt. He looked up when he heard the door being opened. His expression turned to one of displeasure. It only deepened when his eyes moved to the camera in her hands.

"Abby, you know you should not be here," he reminded her.

A sound of a woman chuckling could be heard. "Oh, Timmy, Ziva does it all the time!" The voice belonged to Abby.

McGee turned back to the problem on his shirt. "Yeah, but she's… well, she's Ziva."

Abby just laughed. "Get over it, Timmy."

The picture shifted to the front of McGee, giving a full view of his shirt.

"Ooh, now that is one big stain."

Tim's voice sounded annoyed when he answered. "Yeah, Abby, I noticed."

"Don't be mad at Rach," Abby said, her tone a bit blaming. "She's only nine months old, she can't control her reflexes."

Tim chuckled darkly. "Is it a reflex to puke on me every time she sees me?" he asked.

Abby laughed. "It was only, what, second time?"

"Seventh!"

"Well, it's not that much!"

Abby's attention shifted from the computer screen when she heard Tony's chuckle behind her. She turned to look over her shoulder, a little afraid of what she'd find in his eyes. But she found none of the anger and maybe even hatred she had seen there when she had first told the team about Rachel's kidnapping.

"Hey, Abs," he greeted her, bringing out a Caf-POW! form behind his back. "Ta-da!"

Abby gave a slightly wan smile. "I thought you hated me."

Tony's eyes widened. "I could never hate you, Abby."

"It was my fault Rach got kidnapped." Abby still blamed herself for what had happened, probably always would, but not nearly as much as she had before finding her. She was able to live with it now.

Tony shook his head. "No, it wasn't. He would've found a way without you."

Abby's smile got a little brighter.

"I'm sorry for what I told you yesterday," Tony apologized, looking down at the floor. Then he brought his eyes up again to meet hers. "Without you sacrificing your night's sleep we might have never found her." He extended the hand holding Abby's favorite drink and she accepted it. Then she placed it onto the table and engulfed Tony in a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so sorry, Tony."

He rubbed her back awkwardly. "It's okay, Abs."

"No it's not," she argued into his shoulder. "Don't say it's okay. It was traumatizing for Rachel."

Tony pulled her arms away from around him and shifted her so he could look her in the eye. "She would be much more traumatized if we hadn't found her so quickly," he said, his expression dead serious. "We found her thanks to you."

Abby let out a deep and long sigh. "Oh, Tony," she mumbled, wrapping her arms around him again. "Is she okay?"

"Ducky checked her out, she's well except for the bruise on her arm."

Abby could detect a certain edge in Tony's voice when he mentioned Rachel's slight injury. The thought that someone would grab his daughter's arm so hard that it left a mark infuriated him.

She pulled away, sniffling. "But, you know, emotionally?" she inquired, almost afraid of the answer.

Abby thought she saw a shadow cast over Tony's eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"We hope she's okay. Ducky talked to her a little, and he's quite sure she's fine, but we'll just have to wait and see."

Abby nodded sorrowfully. "I so hope she's okay."

"Me too."

"Where is she, by the way?" Abby asked, glancing behind Tony as if she was expecting Rachel to hide there.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Tony's lips at Abby's actions. "Ziva took her home. Gibbs gave us the rest of the day off. I just came to check up on you and…" he cast his eyes at the floor. "Apologize."

"Thanks Tony," Abby said. "I'm okay." Then she suddenly grabbed Tony's shoulders and tried to push him out of the room. "Now go," she ordered. "Go be with your family. They need you more than I do."

Tony laughed and let the Goth push him out of the room. "Seeya, Abs," he said over his shoulder as he started towards the elevator, leaving Abby standing in her lab, a happy grin plastered on her face.

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