Disclaimer: Still don't own anything…darn

A/N: Okay I said I was gunna wait till I got 4 reviews but I need to post it today otherqwise I wont be able to for a while oh and I know Abby wasn't acting at all like herself but she will be more so by the end of this chapter for sure, I hope… after this post I'll probably post by the weekend seeing as my computer doesn't let me post on fiction press, luckily my buddy lives across the alley and lets me use her comp. The song Abby's singing to at the end of the chapter is by Marilyn Manson, called: the new shit. It took me such a long time to memorize the words but now I can also recite the entire song! Woot Woot! …well I was proud of myself at least. So anyway read and enjoy hopefully and review!

Pretty Girl

Author Makala

Chapter Two; Confessions and Heart Break

She stared up at him, his crystal blue eyes locked on her, and she just froze.

"Abby, I knew you'd come." She hated how he could read her so easily, how he could predict what she would do and when, it left her wondering if he had everything planned out so they would meet like this and what he thought would happen. Not knowing what to do she tried to walk by and pretend he wasn't there, almost wanting to scream at him when he didn't stop her. She heard the elevator doors close behind her, and stopped tears in her eyes. He hadn't said it but the way he stared at her made her feel like if she left the building then she'd be leaving them all behind forever, and as much as she didn't believe that she wasn't willing to let them go.

"Hey Boss…Abby was here-" Gibbs looked at the ground not wanting to look the other agent in the eye, "I know." Was all he said with a lack of emotion leaving Tony confused, "Did you and Abby have a fight or som- Abby?" Gibbs looked up at Abby who was walking quickly toward them, she was staring right at him, not blinking once, Tony simply looked between his two friends not sure what was going on.

"Boss?" Gibbs looked at Tony with a smile playing at his lips, "Better go see what I did this time." With that Gibbs walked towards Abby meeting her halfway and then they both walked towards the elevator, once again leaving Tony in utter confusion, "Right…" He mumbled under his breath and went back to work.

Abby slammed the elevator power off once they were half way between floors, glaring at Gibbs, "You know your ass right?" She questioned smartly, her eyes narrowing more when he laughed. "Yea, I've been told that before." He stated comically trying to lighten the tension between them unsuccessfully. "Gibbs, what the hell do you want from me?" She demanded, not waiting for him to talk before she continued, "I was doing fine for three months! Three months Gibbs! Then out of the blue you come to my apartment at seven in the dam morning for god knows what!" He placed a firm hand on her shoulder, his face suddenly cold, "Drinking till you pass out isn't fine Abby! The way your living isn't okay! It's not like you!"

"What the hell do you know about my life! Why the hell do you even care?" He smiled wondering to himself when things got like this between them, "I just do." He stated blankly, not even knowing himself why he cared. "Well stop it! Cause I'm not your problem anymore, I don't work for you so please just leave me alone so I can go on with my life!" He let go of her shoulder and backed away, looking anywhere but at her, "I'll leave you alone if you answer me one question…why'd you quit, why'd you leave us…why'd you leave me?" Abby laughed to herself, "I quit because I had too, I did something stupid and I couldn't fix it…" Abby leaned back against the elevator, taking in the look of sympathy he gave her, "You never make mistakes Abs…"

"I did this time." Walking forward slowly Gibbs put his hand on her head, "What did you do, cause it cant be that bad, not enough to make you think you had to quit." His hand slid down and stopped against the side of her face, she put her hand on top of his, "I fell in love." She pushed his hand off of her and started up the elevator. Gibbs looked at her confused, "What's so bad about that?" The second she looked up at him he had his answer, but still needed her to voice it. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, "Because I fell in love with you Gibbs." She turned on her heels and walked away once again upset that he didn't even try to stop her but to afraid not to leave.

"Hey dork!" Abby said angrily, forcing her way past him into his apartment, it was set up the same as hers, but cleaner. "Sure you can come in." He said under his breath closing the door and walking into the living room where she was sitting on the couch, he took a seat on the opposite side of her, "What's wrong Abby?" She looked at him, this time like he was her friend, "Nothing! Everything! I don't know!" Grabbing a pillow she squeezed it tightly, "I um, you know that guy…the one you thought was my dad. Well I use to work with him until three months ago, and I was in love with him but he didn't know and then he went out with this chick that we work with and then I quit and then I was okay until he showed up a few days ago and I told him!" Derek just stared at her for a second, then began putting pieces together, "Abs, you need to slow down, I can't understand you when your talking so fast." He noticed tears running down her pail skin for the first time, "He use to call me Abs too." Derek moved closer to her, putting an arm around her shoulders, "I'm sorry…" Closing her eyes Abby let him sooth her.

Abby opened her eyes, wincing at the bright light from the sun, this was the first time she had woken up without a hangover in longer than she could remember. "Where am I?" She asked no one in particular, swinging her legs over the edge and realizing she was wearing someone's over sized t-shirt and shorts, walking through the apartment with ease she stopped at the living room entrance, everything coming back to her. "Bye Derek…" She whispered under her breath at the sleeping figure on the couch before leaving as quietly as possible.

The hot water pounded on her back as she leaned her head against the cold tiles, thinking about Gibbs and what Derek had told her: "You wanna know what I think Abby? Here it goes, anyone that can make you feel so shitty doesn't deserve to be with you, just forget about him and move on…you'll get better, you'll find someone else…I promise." Abby laughed to herself hating that she put herself out in the open like that, hating even more that he didn't say anything…didn't make a sound that hurt more than rejection and nothing anyone said could make her feel better unless it came from Gibbs himself.

Getting out of the shower she wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door, sucking in the cold air as it hit her wet skin. Walking into her room she looked through her closet pulling out a black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Looking in front of the mirror she applied her makeup, and tied her chocker around her neck, finally tying her hair into the trade mark piggy tails. Smiling at her reflection she nodded, "I'm back! And the first thing I have to do is-" Stepping out into her hallway her mouth dropped, "Clean…Yuck." As she sifted through old pizza boxes, beer bottles and clothes she couldn't help but wonder how she survived in that mess for three months.

"Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch, Rebel, Rebel, Party, Party, Sex, Sex, Sex, and don't forget the violence, Blah, Blah, Blah got your lovey dovey sad and lonely stick your stupid slogan in everybody sing!" Abby was proud at how easily the lyrics came back to her, not remembering the last time she blasted some hard core music through her house. Standing on the coffee table she recited the song, dancing, smiling, just being wild. Noting however that she never was a hold your hair brush up and pretend it was a microphone kinda girl, always thinking that was corny.

Glancing at the row of garbage bags lined up beside her door she decided to get a move on, the first five were garbage and had to go down three flights of stairs to the dumpster out side the building, the next three were clothes that had to be washed remembering her 'orientation' into the apartment possibly the only thing that stuck was their was no washing machine or dryer! So she would have to go else where for that part but first getting the trash out of her house and into that dumpster.

Grabbing two bags at a time she attempted to go down the stairs, realizing quickly that they wouldn't fit and no amount of force she applied would make them, she retorted to taking one at a time. It wasn't till her fourth trip down that she stumbled and slid down the first set of stairs on her knees landing on her stomach on top of the bag, "Hey you need some help?"

Jumping up she straitened her hair and clothes and spun around, grimacing as she saw Derek there, "What? No…that was fun, heck I might do it down the next two flights too." Grabbing the bag she tried to walk away without him saying anything, yea right. "So Abs, I was thinking we could go to a movie tonight, cause its Saturday and all…" Dropping the bag she tried to stifle a laugh, "Derek listen…I was fucked up those last few weeks, I didn't mean to go to your place last night I was just pissed." She hadn't noticed him right beside her until he put a hand on her shoulder, "Dude, ever heard of personal space, cause your in mine!" He looked like he was actually hurt and Abby not knowing what to say picked up the bag and started again, "Okay put it this way Kid, while I was at work you were building Star Wars models, while I was getting drunk you were watching That 70's show, while I was in high school you were in elementary…get it?"

"Yea but Gibbs is like a hundred!" He yelled causing Abby to drop the bag again, this time it fell down the stairs, "Gibb's isn't old! He's…smart, and nice, and cool, he's just Gibbs." Staring at the bag that was now on the floor she was glad the bag hadn't ripped after falling two flights of stairs. "What ever Abby." Derek left then, leaving Abby alone to realize what had just happened.

Her liking Gibbs was generally the same thing as Derek liking her, he probably handled the rejection better than she would. while I was at work you were building Star Wars models, while I was getting drunk you were watching "That 70's show, while I was in high school you were in elementary…get it" She wondered how different Gibbs' reasons would be, the age difference, the hobby's, the lifestyle, some concepts different words.

"Hm, lets see." Abby sat down in front of the three bags of her clothes "Theirs Tony, but it's a Saturday night and he's Tony." Slouching down she rested her elbows on her knees, "McGee has a washer and dryer, but he's probably busy with his computer." She reasoned, ruling out Ducky because of his mother, she remembered the things that she had said to Kate and Tony and didn't think Mrs. Mallard would like her very much. "Ziva…Nooo!" Falling onto her back she sighed, "That leaves…Gibbs, great."

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