If it is not obvious from the chapter title, in this chapter a comment about God is made...a few are actually and if you have strong feelings about religion, I advise that you either stop reading this now or just respect others opinions. Oh and please, if the comment bothers you... no flames. People are entitled to their own opinions so please respect them.

The silence of the lab was starting to get to him. Without Abby's loud rock music or her incessant chatter, it seemed boring and empty. He had spent all morning down in Abby's lab, just sitting there, staring at her scientific computers and machines that he had no idea how to use. Just wishing and hoping that somehow he could get her back, that somehow he could solve this case... that somehow his team could solve this case. But that in itself was the problem, he didn't have his team. A part of it was missing... Abby and they needed her to process the evidence, work the computers and to just make them laugh.

If he knew that praying would do any good, he would have done that to, but he had stopped believing in it long ago. God couldn't help anyone. He was only there to make people feel safe and to give them someone to talk and complain to. Unfortunately, sometimes that wasn't enough. Sometimes you needed someone to actually solve your problems and hand you solutions. Gibbs knew all to well, that that wasn't going to happen.

Fornell entered Abby's house through the front door, searching for anything that could connect her to the murder of Lieutenant Nicholas Perry. Gibbs had been forced to hand the case over, along with all the evidence they had collected and the body of Lieutenant Perry.

"Kolder, search the bedroom and the bathroom. O'Neal, I want you to search the spare rooms and the game room. Marcus... I am leaving you with the dining room, kitchen and the other bathroom," Fornell commanded. "Can you handle all that Marcus?"

"Yes sir," Robert Marcus said as they all set off to search Abby's house.

Fornell stood stark still in Abby's living room, looking around, searching for anything that stood out. He himself would search the living room and laundry room. He prayed to God, they would find something here.

Stepping into Abby's oddly clean laundry room, it was as if God was answering his prayers. There, lying on the floor, was a black lab. Just what they needed.

The chair she sat in was stiff, cold and extremely uncomfortable. She was so tired of being interrogated that she could scream. Everytime Fornell "thought" he had something, he would bring her back to this same damn interrgation room and ask her the samestupid questions. Little did she know, Fornell actually had evidence on her now, evidence that could possibly have her put behind bars.

Abby grimaced as his balding form stepped through the door carrying not one, but two evidence bags. She began to worry slightly. Does he actually have something? No, he can't... not when I didn't do anything. Although it is possible, manipulation. Now that I think about it, Fornell is very... Abby thoughts were cut off as Fornell's voice echoed through the small, bare room, breaking the silence.

"Guess what Ms. Scuito, I found something. Do you know what it is?"

"I have two guesses. Either your brain or your balls," Abby replied, being a smart ass.

"Funny, but no. This something I have found has more to do with you. It was in your house," Fornell said, anger evident in his voice.

"Was it my coffin? I hope that is what it was cause I misplaced that damn thing... been looking for it for weeks." Once again, she was being a smart ass.

Slamming his hand down on the table, Fornell began to yell. "That is enough Abigail! I found this." He threw the evidence bag containing the hair of a black lab, across the table at her.

"Actually, Kate found that Tuesday. It is the hair found on Nick." Abby said, picking up the bag.

"No..." Fornell shook his head. "This is the hair found on Lieutenant Perry." Fornell placed another bag in front of Abby. "The one in your hand, was found at YOUR house, on YOUR dog... Sunny?"

"Sunshine," Abby corrected.

Fornell pulled the chair out from under the table and sat down. "Can you explain how the hair from your dog and the hair found on Nicholas Perry matched?"

"Probably because they came from the same dog."

"Your dog?"

"I thought we already clarified that it was my dog?" Abby questioned.

He was getting really frustrated now. "HOW DID THE HAIR FROM YOUR DOG GET ON HIM?" Fornell screamed, as he became really pissed off.

"BECAUSE I WAS AT NICK'S HOUSE. IN CASE YOU DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW, I WAS SLEEPING WITH HIM!" Abby yelled back, standing up.

"Ms. Scuito I advise you to sit down... now." Abby did as Fornell suggested and took her seat. "Why didn't you mention that you were sleeping with him?"

Abby rolled her eyes. "You didn't ask," she said and placed her head in her hands. She really wished she had that pharmacy of pills Kate had about now because her head was throbbing.

"You are in a lot of trouble here Abby," Fornell stated.

"Really?" Abby asked, looking up, unconcerned. "Why is that?"

"Because, not even God can help you now."