AN: SO SORRY! I screwed up the freakin' link...um anyway I'm back, and we're picking up right where we left off...by the way I'm not a doctor so I probably won't get all this right. I'll try to make myself seem like I know what I'm talking about.

AN 2: 5,000 hits and 22 reviews. WOW those are impressive numbers so far!

Disclaimer: Saying that I own this would be a lie.

"I already know what is going on with you," Ducky said when Abby finished telling her story.

"Come again?" She was confused now. Ducky just nodded to Jimmy, who scrambled quickly though a sizable stack of papers for something.

"Do you remember when you got poisoned?" Abby nodded, wincing at the memory of it despite the fact she hadn't been in danger for all that long. Then again, being poisoned in the first place was never a pleasent experience, so the ME couldn't blame her reaction one bit. Finally, the clumsy Jimmy Palmer pulled out a sheet of paper with a list of chemicals on it.

"I tested Abby's blood for abnormalities, and as you know, the poison showed up," Jimmy explained in a rushed voice. "But, something else was here too...your hormonal levels, the estrogen was a lot higher than it should be." It took all of three seconds for Abby to comprehend the extent of what Hades had done to her.

"I'm carrying the devil's sprawn," Abby said in a choked whisper. For once, everyone knew what she was talking about.

Did you know how funny the word digny sounds if you say it over and over out loud? Dingy dingy dingy dingy...hehehe that sounds so weird! Okay I'm done. Dingy. Oops that slipped out.

"You have my undivided attention," Adien declared, checking to see if the coast was clear. Daniela gave him a grim smile.

"You may want to sit down for this." She gestured to the chair next to her bed. He sat down carefully, as if trying not to disturb any part of the innocent plastic object.

"I was very young," Daniela began, "just five years old. I remember it was a few months into school, so nearly winter. A boy sweet talked me into being coaxed off to the side. Then he hit me over and over. I didn't think much of it other than bullying. My foolishness was that I let other boys hurt me too, in later years: third grade, and then fifth grade. But what happened less than a year ago was what caused me to truly be who I am now. Let's just say I was lucky to get away before it could happen to me multiple times." Daniela pulled up her shirt. Her stomach was riddled with scars.

Ding Dong the line break is dead! The awful line break, the evil line break!- The Wizard of Line Break Oz

"Has anyone seen Abby?" Jewel asked upon entering the bullpen later that day. Nobody seemed to know, not even Ducky, though he said he had seen her, just not within the past hour or so.

"Try tracing her cell," Tim suggested from over by Tony's desk.

"I like these names," Tony said, pointing at the computer screen. Ziva sighed.

"That one is ridiculous," Ziva argued in a frustrated tone.

"You said you liked it two seconds ago," Tony reminded her.

"Well, I don't anymore!" the ex-Mossad snapped angrily. Tony merely shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

"Maybe Abby went home," Tony said a few minutes later when Jewel hadn't moved from her position by the elevator.

"She wouldn't leave without me," Tim replied snippily, stealing some whipped cream from Tony's latte.

"Could someone trace Abby's phone for me?" Jewel requested politely. "I don't know her number." Ziva swiftly strode to her computer and started typing.

It's a small world after all, It's a small world after all...whatever you do, don't watch Nyan cat(the ten hour version) unless YOU HAVE NO LIFE and like torture.

Is this really happening? Is this real? Oh, of course it is. Only my pain could actually be this real without killing me.

More tears slid down her cheeks, and she felt herself falling away even more. It didn't seem to matter so much where she was. The bump wasn't even existent yet. How could she have missed such a possibility?

This child doesn't deserve the life I've lived! But I can't kill him/her! What do I do? The child can't grow up not knowing its mother. That is a crime I'm not willing to commit. But-oh, the memories! I can't taint something so innocent with my tragic past and present! The child would be better off dead than knowing who its father happens to be!

A turn of the heel. NCIS was in sight once more. Someone was approaching her. Who was it...it looked like-

"Timmy!" Abby breathed, relieved to see a familiar face as a distraction from her thoughts.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Just had some thinking to do." She couldn't bear to tell him the news. McGee seemed to accept the half-truth. They came back inside together.

"Jewel already finished up what you started and is willing to work for the rest of today. Vance and SecNav were willing to compensate by giving you half days to ease you back into the routine of working for now."

"That's great," Abby said, not really listening.

"Good." McGee smiled. They entered the bullpen. Gibbs looked up, his face evidently filled with relief.

"What do you want to do tonight?" Abby asked McGee before Gibbs could come over and question her.

"Abs, I have a meeting with my publisher about my next book," Tim said. "Sorry...can't do anything much. Ziva will be over to watch you, though." I don't need a babysitter! Abby thought, the idea seeming repulsive all the sudden. She swallowed her intense, almost uncontrollable anger, and tried to smile at him. It came off as a grimace.

"I'm sorry, but I can't get out of this tonight even if I tried." Normally, Abby would just shrug it off, but she couldn't control her anger and disappointment, so she said something else instead.

"Well, try harder!" She could feel everyone staring at her but the part of her that was angry didn't really care.

"I'm doing the best I can to take care of you," Tim said. "How could you say such a thing, after all I've done for you? I don't have to be so patient, but I am, because I love you, and I believe in you." In a normal situation she'd instantly sober. Instead Abby instantly became hurt. Tears stung her eyes. She dissolved into tears and sprinted to the elevator. There was a long silence afterward.

"Oh, I'm the bad guy," McGee snapped when he met Tony's accusing gaze.

"You tell me," was all Tony said in reply.

"Where did she go?" Gibbs asked, looking about ready to go after Abby.

"She has not left the building," Ziva said. "Do not worry. I think Ducky will be able to find her."

Too early to be so creative...bleh...oh look a pair of random sunglasses!

Space...so small! Got to get out! Someone get me out! Why can't anyone hear me? Help! Help! Somebody...help!

Abby stumbled blindly, gasping for air. It was so hot in here. She had to get out. But there was no way out. The hallway seemed to stretch on and on in front of her. Everything started to look a little blurry and tilted. She tried to reach for the closest wall but her hand only closed on air.

"Help," Abby tried to call but her scream came out as a choked whisper of pure fright and panic. Again, she stumbled, and she flailed her arms out for any kind of support but just kept on falling, falling, falling...into nothingness. Finally, after what felt like an age she felt something solid and flat in front of her. A wall, at last. A shake of the head, and she continued on her journey, focused entirely on the goal of escaping.

"Help!" Her cries were going unheard. She was all alone. Hopeless, helpless, and forever trapped in the hallway closing in on her.

Watermelons, three dollars! Get your nice, delicious watermelons, sold by these kind Mexicans hanging out in my neighborhood! At least I think they're kind. Well, they must be, for three dollars for the huge melon is quite the deal...

"Jimmy, would you mind asking the Director if Abigail was coming in today?" The assistant nodded and left autopsy. The hallway was quite chilly. Jimmy couldn't help but shiver a little as he searched for an elevator. Before he could so much as take a few steps, he heard the familiar ding of an elevator, followed by a brief silence. Someone arrived on this floor. Perhaps it was Director Vance. Jimmy did his best to look presentable, thinking that he was headed this way right now. But nobody came.

"Hello?" Jimmy called softly. It was like a ghost had come to visit. Then he heard someone round the corner. What he saw was something he'd never forget.

"Help," Abby croaked. She stumbled and fell into the wall, taking much longer than she should to find reassurance in the solid object. She shook her head, as if that wasn't what she wanted to happen.

"Help!" she cried out again. She was breathing very quickly and her eyes wheeled around the hallway in fright. She didn't seem to see him.

"Hang in there, I'm going to get Doctor Mallard," Jimmy said, not sure how exactly to help her.

I like cheesesticks. Can I have one please? :)

"Wait...she's not moving," Ziva said, staring at her computer screen.

"Where is she?" McGee asked, coming up behind her.

"Just outside autposy. See, that's her number."

"I know how a tracker works, Ziva. I just want to know why she's just standing there."

"Try being patient, McGee." She spun around her chair, her eyes scanning across the bullpen. "Tony! Where is my Boston cream pie yogurt?" McGee rolled his eyes.

"Hang on!" Tony said, coming out of the elevator. "What did you say that you wanted with it?"

"Chocolate sprinkles," Ziva replied. "And pistachios." Tony nodded and left the bullpen again.

"Where is Miss Sciuto?" Vance demanded, appearing on the catwalk.

"Ask Ducky," McGee said without looking up.

"Good, Ducky's taking care of her...she's headed striaight inside now," Ziva announced in relief. "If I were you, I'd apologize to her." Tim nodded.

"I know. I feel pretty terrible for talking to Abby like that. I'll be right back. Don't change cravings before Tony gets back. He has a hard enough time already."

"I can't exactly control a good part of what happens during a pregnancy, McGee," Ziva said with a small smile. "But I won't mess with him, if that's what you mean."

Beep...beep...beep-*throws alarm clock across the room* SHUT UP!

"Shouldn't have gone into the elevator," Abby murmured once she had calmed down and been given a strong cup of tea.

"I'm glad you tried to come find me," Ducky said.

"I wasn't going anywhere in particular."

"I see." Abby shivered despite the fact she was holding a hot cup of tea.

"Will you be going to see a doctor soon?" Jimmy asked after a silence.

"I don't really want anyone finding out yet."

"You will have to eventually," Ducky pointed out. Abby sighed, seeing she had no choice but to agree with him. At that moment, McGee ran into the room, sighing in relief at the sighe of his girlfriend sitting there with a half finished cup of tea.

"I'm so sorry," McGee blurted.

"It's fine," Abby said quietly. "I think I'll go now, Ducky." She finished off her tea and left with McGee.

"You okay?" She nodded.

"Good, let's get you back into your lab, then..."

"I don't want to be alone!" Abby exclaimed.

"Who said you were going to be alone?" She smiled a little, despite herself.

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"That was very brave of you," Adien said once Daniela had showed him where all her marks were. "Were you, um..."

"Yes."

"Did you ever go to counceling?" She shook her head.

"Does your mother know?" Slowly, she nodded.

"Everything?"

"No," Daniela mumbled. "She doesn't know the...the last part."

"You have to tell her, you know. I'm sure she'll understand."

"I'll try." Adien got up to leave.

"I'm glad you're going to be my stepfather." She gave him a small smile.

"I'm proud to already call you my stepdaughter," Adien replied sincerely.

"That means so much," Daniela whispered, showing tears for the first time.

"Every girl deserves to have a father." She thought about that statement for a long time after he was gone. For the first time in her life, she wondered who her birth father was. Her mother had never even mentioned him. Did he ever love her, or know her at least? Why didn't he care enough to at least find me? So, after an hour or more if going through those same thoughts over and over again, she dialed her mother's cell phone number.

"Hello? Daniela? Is everything alright?"

"I want to know who my father is."

Should I continue? Or would you hate me?

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Okay, a little more, then! I feel generous.

"Your father?" Jewel exclaimed. When did Daniela ever think up such a question?

"It's okay if you don't know where he is. I just want to know his name." Jewel remained silent for several moments, debating on whether this was a good idea or not.

"Mom?" Oh God, she hasn't called me that for so long. She must really want this information. That seemed to be the deciding factor.

"Your father's name is Hendrick," Jewel replied, deciding it best to use his unconventional name, the one with fewer memories tied to it.

"Okay. What was he like?" Jewel winced. She knew that this was going to be hard. Why couldn't Daniela just be one of those children that never got too curious?

"He wouldn't have ever made a very good father for you. Be glad you never knew him. I'll let you get some rest now, honey. Don't strain yourself during physical therapy tomorrow. I'm coming to visit tomorrow afternoon." She hung up before Daniela could question her further.

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"I'll get you some water, okay? Tony's going to be here-oh hello." Tony appeared in the doorway, grinning foolishly.

"How's our Abby doing?" Empty eyes looked up at him. But upon recognizing him some life came back into them.

"I'm...fine," she said with a wince. It was clear that she was lying. Tony decided it was best for him to say nothing about it. McGee left the lab unnoticed. A few minutes passed in silence. Tony noticed she wasn't playing any music. That meant something was wrong. Well, more wrong than usual in this case.

"So, what's been going on with you lately?" Abby shrugged.

"Come on, tell me. I promise I'll keep it a secret even from Gibbs. I just want to see you smile again." She looked around the lab.

"You have to swear on your life not to tell anyone," Abby said after she had made sure they were completely alone.

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It didn't take McGee all that long to get a waterbottle and come back down to the basement level where Abby's lab happened to be located. He almost skidded into the wall in his hurry to make it back. But he stopped just outside the lab upon hearing voices.

"You have to swear on your life not to tell anyone," he heard Abby say. Abby's keeping some sort of secret! But what? McGee thought quickly, but came up with nothing.

"You have my word," Tony promised.

"Well, Gibbs knew something was wrong with me, so he made me go see Ducky since that's what he does with all of us when we feel...hinky."

"Go on."

"I went down there...and Ducky said he already knew what was wrong with me before I told him very much."

"He happens to be like that sometimes."

"But it was more than that, shockingly. You see, when I got poisoned, Ducky must have kept that paper with the results of my blood test for some reason."

"Blood test?"

"Jimmy gave Ducky the paper...and he said my estrogen levels were abnormal."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm pregnant, Tony."

"Oh...well, who's the father?"

"Its not that hard to figure out once you think about what I've been through." Tim froze. Abby's pregnant. Abby was raped and now she's pregnant. Oh my God history is repeating itself.

AN: That's all for now, folks! Stay tuned for the next chapter, press that blue button below and be on your merry way! No, seriously. That's the last of the chapter. You can close out now.

Abby: They're not clueless, you know.

Me: Where've you been?

Abby: Sleeping...you started typing this thing so early!

Me: It's three o'clock now.

Abby: You were up before six.

Me: What happened to you never sleeping?

Abby: I decided to actually try doing that.

Me: Of all the excuses you had to use...what's that in your hand?

Abby: You'll see...