A/N: Ok, here's the next chapter, but you won't know who has them till the next chapter, so keep the reviews coming, the more I get the more incentive I have to write. Oh, and look I got a Live Journal , I'm nikkinor over there, so go check it out.

Title: Nightmare

Summary"She is not dead" he yelled back at her"There's a chance she could still wake up."

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: All of that is in the first chapter.

Darkness always brings dreams or nightmares, and this time it was defiantly a nightmare.

"Jethro, how could you let someone hurt our daughter" Rachel yelled at her husband as she packed all of her things in a large suitcase.

"Rachel" Gibbs said as he followed her as she picked random items off the shelves and tables"Stop running from me."

She turned around to face him and he almost ran into her"I'm leaving whether you like it or not. You couldn't do something as simple as take her out to trick or treat."

"So you're just going to blame this whole thing on me"

"As far as I'm concerned you pulled the trigger yourself, and now she's gone."

Her words hit him hard, and he struggled to find something to say after that. "You're talking like she's dead," he barely whispered.

"She's brain dead Jethro, she's never going to wake up, stop thinking she's fine, realizes that our daughter is dead" she yelled at him.

"She is not dead" he yelled back at her"There's a chance she could still wake up."

"A one in a million chance." She said as they passed through the kitchen.

Noticing the empty beer bottle on the counter as she pulled the silverware out of the cabinets, "Have you been drinking?" he asked as he picked up the empty bottle.

"No!"

He came up close to her, "Yes you have, I can smell it on you."

"So what if I have" she said as she pushed by him and walked back into the bedroom to pack what she had in her hands.

"Then you're making a drunk decision," he said as she pulled her golf clubs up beside her suitcase.

She quickly pulled one of the golf clubs out and pointed it at him"I can make my own decisions" she pushed him in the chest with the club"Now just leave me alone."

"Your drunk, now just stop..."

Without thinking she swung the nine iron at him, the cold meddle colliding with the right side of his head and making the worst clunk sound. He hit the floor hard and she gasped at how much blood was running out of the gash in his head.

"Oh no, I killed him." She picked up the now bloody golf club that had dropped on the floor when she had seen what she did. Slowly she walked a little closer to him and gently poked him with the stick and let out a breath she didn't now she was holding when he groaned as it hit him.

"Do you want me to call an ambulance" she asked, shacking as she talked.

"Call Ducky" was all he said as she quickly got the phone and called her and his long time friend.

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