1Disclaimer: Same as the previous chapters.

A/N: Ohhh, the premiere is in a few hours! Also a little language in this chapter. Please R&R!

Chapter 3

After she had left Tony noticed that a piece of folded paper had fluttered to the floor after Kate had left. He picked it up. It was a portrait of Tony, not the caricature, but the one McGee had caught her drawing the day before she died. Tony quickly picked it up and put it into his desk drawer. He had tears in his eyes. Gibbs entered the bullpen then, not 10 seconds after Kate pulled her Houdini act.

"What have you found out about our dead P. O. Dinozzo?"

"Not much Gibbs, I sorta got distracted." Normally this would have earned Tony yet another slap on the head and an annoyed glare from Gibbs, but things were no longer normal, and all Gibbs said was,

"Well, what did you get?"

"He's 29, and joined the Marines 4 months ago. He has never been deployed. Lives alone, no known girlfriend either. And that's about it."

"Ok Tony, keep looking. But before you do that, go get McGee and tell him to find out who the CO is. He's with Abby in the lab."

"Will do Gibbs."

Gibbs turned on his heel and re-entered the elevator. Before Tony could join him, the door slid shut.

"Ok, I guess I'll take the stairs."

A few minutes later Tony walked into the forensics lab.

"Tim" (Tony no longer called him "Probie", since Kate's death he only called him Tim.), "Gibbs wants you to find out who the victim's CO is."

"Sure thing Tony." With that being said McGee walked through the sliding glass doors of the forensic lab, and into the elevator.

"Thanks for holding the door Tim." Tony said under his breath. "Well, at least I'm getting my exercise."

So he took the stairs back down to the bullpen and resumed his search for info on the P.O.

Abby was sitting alone in her lab. She was running the prints that she found on the knife on AFIS, was comparing the P.O.'s blood to the blood on the knife, and doing countless other tasks, such as fiber analysis. Now all she had to do was wait until the computers gave her the results. Heavy meta music was playing in the backround, but not quite as loud as she used to. She took a sip out of her Caffeine-free Coke and thought about her best friend.

Abby now wore more tasteful clothes, still Goth, but less skull and cross bones. And more just plain black. As a sign of mourning she wore her jet-black hair down, not in the familiar pigtails jutting out of the sides of her head. Abby had also stopped drinking Caf-Pow, or "The caffeine crap", as Kate used to call it. Now Abby stuck to Coke and water. She played her music a little less loudly, and she was no longer the effervescent ball of sunshine everyone knew and loved. The death had changed all of that, but she was still the same old Abby, just a little different.

While the numerous computers whirred and hummed, Abby went over to one of her desks and pulled out her most prized possession.

She went over and sat in her beloved swirly chair, then propped the paper up against the side of one of her computers.

Kate had captured Abby so well, even if it just was Abby's head on a bat's body. It was the essence of Abby, and Kate had drawn it perfectly.

Abby sat and stared at the portrait of herself for a long time. After a while she noticed that her music was no longer playing. She would have known if McGee, Tony, or Ducky had walked in. She might not have noticed if Gibbs, had walked in, but she knew that he was out "getting coffee." He had been doing that a lot lately, even more than before Kate's death, and he was always out for long periods of time.

But Abby knew better. She had tracked him once, using the GPS chip in his cell phone to see where he went. He was nowhere near Starbucks, or any other coffee shop. He was at the D.C. cemetery. That was where Kate was buried.

Abby was mystefied. She got up and turned her music back on. Silence unnerved her. After she had turned the music back on Abby went back to her chair and continued to gaze at her picture. She had no idea that the artist of that drawing was standing right behind her.

Kate was standing behind Abby, watching her with sad eyes. Kate went over and turned the stereo off again.

"What the hell-?" Abby quickly stood up. She nearly fainted in shock. Standing in front of her was her best friend. Her dead best friend.

Abby had always been interested in the paramormal. Ok, she was obsessed. But her faith had slowly died after a month went by and Kate hadn't tried to contact her. But here she was, face to face, with the Kate she knew, and the Kate she had always wanted to see. A Goth Kate.

She had bleach-blonde hair. She wore all black, and jewelry hung off of her like tinsel on a Christmas tree. On her neck she wore a large pendant in the shape of a cross.

"Oh my God Kate! You're like me! And you're...alive?" The reality of what she was seeing hit Abby then. "Whoa, I gotta sit down. This is kinda waaaay too hinky. So are you, you?"

"I'm me, but not the me you knew before. Before you ask, I'm not a ghost, this isn't a dream, and I'm not a ghoul or alien or anything like that. I'm a presence, here to help you and the team."

"Well what took you so long Kate? I've been waiting for a month to hear from you. I thought that you forgot about me. And why are you, you know, Goth?"

"I've been watching you and the guys for a while. But I've come to tell you that all of you are in great danger. I can't tell you exactly when or what will happen; I don't even know myself. I just have this sinking feeling of dread, and I have a feeling that this is no bete noir. I mean, remeber the last time one of us had a premonition?"

"How could I forget?"

"Anyway, I'm Goth because that's how you always wanted to see me. So that's how I appeared to you. And I think that I'd better tell you about this dream I had the night before I died, when all of us stayed overnight here with Gibbs. In the dream, I had woken up. It was morning, and Tony and Tim were still asleep. Gibbs was sitting at his desk."

"What's so weird about that?"

"He was dead. His throat was slit, and then I turned around and Ari was there. Then he said, 'Did you miss me Caitlin?'"

"That bastard."

The computers started beeping. The blood analysis was done.

"I have to go now Abs. Friends Forever, right?"

"Friends forever." Abby echoed.

"Remember what I said Abby."

The breeze picked up again, and then Kate was gone. The strength of the wind died down, and a piece of paper fluttered to the floor. Abby picked it up.

On it was another drawing. It was of Abby, hair down, sitting at her computer in her swirly chair. Behind Abby, Kate had also drawn herself, Goth-style. It was exactly how Abby had just seen her. Abby put her two pictures away, then sat down in her chair and cried. And Abby never cries. Never ever ever.