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One month later,

Abby drop the pregnancy test on the floor, her eyes growing wide with shock. The little pink plus sign seemed to make an imprint on her face for all the world to see. Her guy basically wasn't here. What were people going to think of her? What was she going to tell Jethro? He was off in Iraq again, he would be heart broken that he couldn't be hear for the pregnancy, or maybe even the birth. This wasn't supposed to happen, not yet. She wasn't ready to be a mother, but she also didn't believe in abortion. She had to have to baby, and Jethro would never let her give their baby up.

"Abby?" Ziva called. "You okay?" She asked getting up close to the door. Abby hurriedly picked up the test and mumbled a yes to her. She took the test and wrapped it and threw it in the trash can. She wasn't sure if she wanted anyone to see it right now. She had to be sure before she told people. She would make an appointment to see a doctor tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe this was all false. Maybe, she wouldn't have to worry about another life.

Abby listened as Ziva left her dorm, probably to go see their son. They had little Eli in hiding right now, and weren't aloud to see him at certain points. It was all part of Tony's great "plan". Keep Eli hidden until they were sure that the kidnappers wouldn't come back for their son. Someday they would find the reason why Eli was taken, but for now they were clueless. They thought maybe it was out of envy that they couldn't have children of their own, so they thought it just to take a young parents child. It still wasn't fair.

Abby exited the bathroom and moved to lay on her bed. She felt very tired, but had a class in thirty minutes. She had to go. No matter how much fear, or sadness laid in her mind. She still had to go to class. She had an education to keep up with, and nothing could stop her from keeping one of her promises to Jethro. She was to stay in college, even though he wasn't here with her. She just had to pretend he had different classes. It only got really hard when she was sitting in her room alone, studying. She always thought that he should be with her. Maybe, she could close her eyes for a few minutes. That couldn't hurt right?

By the time Abby opened her eyes again, moonlight was streaming in through the window. She didn't move, but looked towards the door. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but she managed to spot a piece of white that looked like it had been slid under the door. Crap, she had missed another class, she had to. Otherwise there wouldn't be moonlight, or paper wouldn't of been slid under the door. She mentally vowed to never miss a class again, she couldn't afford that. The teachers were probably getting suspicious. She couldn't get kicked out.

Abby swung her feet off the bed, letting them touch the carpet. She shuffled across it until she reached the papers that had been pushed under the door. From what she could see there was assignments, copied notes, and maybe a few handwritten notes. She gathered them up, and moved over to her desk, papers in hand. She put it down, and realized that there was an envelope. It was rough around the edges, and seemed to have dirt smeared on the opening of it. As if someone who was dirty had written it. She picked it up and read the name. Leroy Jethro Gibbs. A smile entered her face and she opened it slowly, then unfolded the letter.

Dear Abby-

My leave is fully up, and I'm headed back to war. Something that used to bring me joy, now strikes my heart with fear. I now have something to truly live for. You are my reason, I can't help but think of our future. I hope to have our own Eli one day, our own family. I want us to have the American dream, the one that every person I've met since leaving America raves on and on about. I can't help but think that one day we can have it. The war is tough, and I've seen so much pain, so many family's lost. I don't want us to be a broken family, because I was lost in war, or injured badly. I will try to be as careful as possible, and I can get more leave in maybe seven to eight months. Take care, and remember one thing. I only have two years of active duty left. I will not re enlist, I will stay with you. I will make a family with you. I love you. I cherish the time we had together, and the moment that was spent in your arms. It will carry me through, and I hope to see you soon. I love you, make sure you take care. Make sure to write.

-L. Jethro Gibbs

Abby closed the letter and placed it on the desk. She had read the letter at least three times, memorizing his words. Who knew how long this letter was going to carry her through. It was very iffy in the marines. She never knew how long it was going to take for her to get another letter, or even for him to get hers. She remembered when he said it had taken two months. That was probably the longest, but you never knew if it was going to take longer. She just had to keep hope that he would get her words faster.

Abby sorted through the rest of the papers. The homework assignments were fairly simple, basic stuff. She had always been very smart, and knew a lot of the stuff in her classes. There were also some copied notes, mostly of Ziva and Zara, except for one that was from Tony, but that was only because she had a class that was only with him. So, she would have to make do with that. She picked up a hand written note, one that was from her forensic science teacher. One that was real close to her.

Abby-

Next time you come to class, I would like to see you afterward.

Well, that was real reassuring. That couldn't be a good sign, right? She sighed and put down the note, rubbing her eyes. To late, she was going to have to beg to stay in the class. She was pulled out of her thoughts when a faint knock came from the door. She whipped her head towards it, and rose from her chair. The rapping came again, and Abby speed up. She pulled open to door to find Ziva. She had Eli hanging onto her neck, and a duffel bag swung across her shoulder. The small boys head lay on his moms shoulder, and he struggled to keep his eyes opened. Ziva's eyes were red, from what looked like crying.

"Can I stay here?" Ziva asked, adjusting her arm slightly. Abby looked at her friend and opened the door wider, inviting her friend in. Something was wrong, and she was going to find out what.

One hour earlier,

Ziva walked across the campus, little Eli in her arms. She had to meet up with tony, for whatever reason he said to bring Eli. This was the first time Eli had been out of the dorm since they got back to America. He was practically jumping for joy when she told him they were going to go out for a little bit. It was probably safe by now, it had been a month. That was a long time for a small boy to be coped up. Every night he had asked when he could go out. They loved Eli, and they would never let him get taken away again. They had gone to the police, and told told their story. They had even gotten one man to cry. Which was amazing to them, they hadn't seen a stranger care that much in a long time.

Ziva walked around the corner, and stopped dead in her tracks. There down the campus was an image that scared her, one that she thought she would never see in her life time. There was Tony, with Jeanne. Their lips were planted firmly together, and Jeanne reached to pull Tony closer. What was going on? Was this something she had been clueless about? Something that had been going on? This just couldn't be, she had been sure Tony still loved her. She turned around and walked away. She didn't see the events that happened afterward, the way Tony pushed Jeanne away anger filling his eyes.

"I'm married!" He spat at her, trying to keep his anger in check. He couldn't believe she had done that, he had been in shock for at least five seconds. He'd always thought of her as decent enough.

"You used to love me." She said reaching to put her hands on his face. He stepped back, not letting her touch him. He loved only one woman. "You would have never married her, if she hadn't got pregnant."

"Yes I would have." His tone was very serious. He was sure he would have married her, her getting pregnant just speed it up. It got them closer, making the process faster.

"When you met her, you loved me, she was just a new challenge." Jeanne said jealousy lacing her voice. He hadn't loved her, she had just been a girl he had been lusting after.

"I never loved you." Tony said intentionally breaking her bubble.

"You had to be, you were with me for six months." She said trying to re-build the bubble he had just popped.

"Six months fueled by lust."

"That can't be true, you said things to me."

"Yeah to get you to sleep with me." Tony said slight laughter filling his voice. He hated acting like this, but what if Ziva had caught her doing that to him? She would hate him forever.

Bam!

Tony realized his head was looking at the ground. A sneering pain made his cheek hot, and he realized that Jeanne just slapped him. He looked up at her, amazed that such a simple conversation turned into her slapping him. It made him want to laugh, girls were still crazy over him. He kinda liked it, but he would always stay faithful to his girl. She was his, and he hoped she knew that. No, he knew she knew that.

"Okay, now can you please leave me alone?" Tony asked changing the tone he had been talking in. It suddenly sympathetic, and kind. Jeanne was a little taken off guard by his tone. It was a tone that she had never heard from Tony. Something that must of happened through the process of being with Ziva.

"Yes..." Jeanne turned and left Tony to wallow in self-pity for a little bit, before he decided to turn back towards his dorm. Why hadn't Ziva ever shown up? Maybe, she forgot.

Ziva told the story to Abby, of course except for what had happened after wards. She was crying once again by the time she finished telling her story. She still couldn't believe that it all had happened. She always thought that Tony wouldn't cheat on her in a million years, who knew what they were doing right now. She couldn't imagine, she didn't want to. She still loved her husband, no matter what he did. She still loved him. She could never stop loving him, even if he had broken her heart into a million pieces. Okay, maybe not. It sure felt like it though.

"Son of a b." Abby said rubbing her eyes. Like they needed anymore problems.

"There must be some explanation." Ziva said pulling up the blanket on little Eli. He was sound asleep, probably not aware of all the pain that was going around.

"Your right, he wouldn't do that. If he did then there can be no hope for a happy family." Abby said pondering her thoughts. For maybe a week when she first suspected she was pregnant she had been thinking about familys. It was probably obvious, but no one had said anything. She didn't worry about.

"Abby, is something bothering you?" Ziva asked changing the topic. She didn't want to talk about her problems right now. She couldn't, so she had to talk about something else. Abby looked at her a little confused on how she got to that. "You've been talking about family's, and babies all week." She added explaining.

"I may have something that's happened?" Abby said looking down at the floor.

"You can tell me anything." Ziva said reaching to take Abby's hand.

"I think I'm pregnant, I've took test and they've come out positive, but I haven't gone in for an official one." She said looking up at her. Ziva's eyes turned to slight shock, then went to sympathetic.

"Abby...I know how scared you are, but remember that your older then me and I got through it at a younger age." Ziva said trying to cheer her up.

"What if I can't provide for my baby? You had Tony, and Jethro is off at war. I won't have him for two years."

"We will figure it out."

"Your right." Abby said cheering up slightly at the fact that she was going to have another life that depended on her. Ziva did do all right, she would to right?

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