A/N: I know, this is a really short chapter. But I'm working on typing up Chapters 9 and 10 of The Rest is Up to You. I would be doing True Colours, but one of my friends has the next chapter, and I can't remember what happens next. I mean, I have a vague idea, but not enough of one to rewrite it. Besides, I liked the way I wrote it already. But anyways- this story... I'm kind of debating between two different things to happen in the next chapter... I can't decide, so I need an idea from the Almighty Abby... Email me!!!!!

Ducky's doorbell rang just as he was putting the turkey back in the oven with the stuffing. "Come on in, I'm a bit busy right now, but please- make yourself at home," he called in the direction of the doorway.

The door opened and shut so quietly that Ducky thought that whoever was there hadn't come in yet. He sighed heavily and turned around to go and let them in.

"Merry Christmas Ducky!" Abby wrapped her arms around the closest thing to a father that she had right now and grinned.

Ducky smiled happily as he hugged her back. "And a very merry Christmas to you too my dear."

She let him go, though her grin was still spread across her face. "The food smells really good Duck… You want some help?"

"Abby, you're a guest; I couldn't ask you to-"

"Nonsense Ducky, I practically live here." She tossed her things onto his couch, as was her habit every time she came over. Without looking back, she went into his kitchen and began making it into her own.

In less than five minutes, the two of them were happily cooking next to each other. Abby was shelling peas, and Ducky was peeling potatoes. Abby had brought over her new CD, the Dreams of Decadence Christmas CD. Her brother had sent it to her as a Christmas present; she assumed he felt guilty because he couldn't make it to see her this year. But that was okay; now she got to spend Christmas at Ducky's.

"Ducky, are we trying to feed an army here? Or are you just exceptionally skilled at eating leftovers?"

"It had better all get eaten tonight, or else we'll be eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner until it finally goes away."

Abby pulled a face. "On second thought, maybe I ought to just go home after this…"

"Hey, if you want to spend the next week and a half alone, be my guest." Ducky was teasing her, and they both knew it. Then again, they also were both aware that Abby had no intentions of going anywhere- at least, not until someone made her.

Just then the doorbell rang… Not that either of them heard it over Abby's singing- which was actually much better than Ducky had guessed it would be. A persistent knock suddenly echoed through the house in the silence between tracks.

"Ah yes…" Ducky nodded, seeming to forget that Abby was there.

"Ducky? Hello, earth to the Duck-man! Someone's knocking on your door!" Abby gave Ducky an odd look as the music started back up.

"Ducky!" called the disembodied voice at the door. "Open the damn door!"

Abby's jaw dropped. "Ducky, why didn't you tell me that you were- Oh, please tell me you didn't."

"Abby, would you please go and let Jethro in?"

"What about my stuff?"

"You can take it up after he's inside… I imagine it's still snowing out there, and he's bound to be cold."

Abby sighed. She wanted to run upstairs and hide like she used to do when her mother set her up on blind dates. But there was no way that that was going to be an option. "This isn't over yet you know!" And with that she turned and walked away, hopefully to let her boss in.

"No, I can't imagine that it would be…"