Abby Scuito was tossing and turning for hours before giving up on sleep all together. She too was allowing reminiscent feelings of Kate rise up in her and did just about everything she could think of to stop them. Nothing worked. But instinctively she knew one thing that would.

She arrived at the house where the door was always open and found him lying alone on the living room couch. She sat quietly beside him and gently stroked his hair. "Hey Gibbs."

He opened his eyes for a moment before closing them again. "You okay Abs?"

"No. Cant sleep."

He adjusted himself to let his head lay on her lap. "Do Bourbon and Caf Pow constitute a mixed drink?"

She managed a smile and let one arm lay on his chest. "You okay?"

He gently nodded. "Peachy." He felt her slide down the couch a bit. "Want me to set up the guest room?"

She shook her head and snuggled in closer before closing her eyes. "No, I'm okay right here." Her voice sounded so sad and Gibbs wished he could do more. But little did he know; he was doing everything his surrogate daughter needed to help her grieve.