I would sit and appologize a million times if I thought it would do any good. Well... it never hurt to try. I AM SO SORRY! It was just that, with trying to finish Dawn, babysitting, having writers block and now starting school, I was so just blah. I have rewritten this chapter about 5 times and I still don't really like it, but I figured I had to post it for the sake of posting it. That made sense in my head (my famous quote... lol.)

Anyways, please read, enjoy and possbily think about maybe reviewing.

There was nothing she could do, nothing any of them could do. Solemnly, Kate stared in disbelief as Abby was escourted out of the building by two FBI agents... the same two that had tried to arrest her the previous time. Kate glanced a little to the left, noticing for the first time, the officer that she had kneed in the groin. Fornell had introduced him as Agent Tyler Kolder.

Whatever his name was, Kate still didn't care. She was too worried about her best friend. Her eyes focused on Abby's for a moment and before she knew it, tears had escaped her eyes and were falling down her cheeks. She couldn't stand this. Abby hadn't done anything, the only problem was, they had been unable to prove it. They hadn't proved anything.

That apparently was part of the reason Fornell was here. He had filed a complaint on the team, saying that they had neglected evidence... ignored it actually, giving special treatment to one of their own.

Gibbs just glared at Fornell, piercing through his head and into his mind with his icy blue eyes. Silently hoping and praying that maybe he could burn a hole through his skull and into his brain. Unfortunately, he had no such luck. Without a thing that could be done, Fornell took Abby out of the bullpen, into the elevator and finally, into the car that awaited them in the parking lot.

A chill ran down her body as she sat in the cold interrogation room. She had been in a room like this many, many times, but never before was the reason because she was being interrogated. Everything was different from this position: scarier, colder... lonelier. At a time like this was when she really needed those friends she had been neglecting for the past few days. She wanted Kate to talk to, Tony to joke with, McGee to make fun of, Ducky to have interesting conversations about pulling layers off of eyeballs with... and most of all, she wanted Gibbs. She wanted him there to tell her that she was "his" girl, no one elses. She wanted him there to comfort her, hold her... love her. Great Abbs. Now you realize how much you love the man.

Abby turned her head towards the door as it creaked open, revealing a worn and tired looking Fornell. In his right hand, he held a folder, just like the one Gibbs always took into interrogation. In the other hand, a glass of water which he offered to Abby.

"No thanks," she said as he set the glass onto the table. I'm not that stupid Fornell. She wasn't going to touch it because she knew the trick. Gibbs did it all the time. It was how they got your fingerprints or DNA without having to ask permission. They wouldn't get anything from her. If Fornell thought she was guilty, well then he was going to have to work to prove it.

"Ms. Scuito, where were you Tuesday at..."

"I was at home," Abby interrupted. She was going to make this interrogation was going to be hell for him.

"Do you have any..."

"No witnesses," Abby said, interrupting again.

"Abby. Can I call you Abby?" Fornell asked, finally finishing a question.

"Sure... if you have a death wish."

"Alright then. Ms. Scuito, do you have a dog?"

"Yep."

"What kind?"

"Black lab and trust me Fornell, I know where you are going with this. In case you forgot, I processed that damn evidence."

"Just keep talking Ms. Scuito. Your digging yourself a deeper and deeper hole."