Everytime I go to write another chapter I have to say I am sorry, but this chapter deserves like a million sorrys cause it has been over a month since I have updated. I am sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry x infinite. So much has been going on. Plus, I have finals (midterms) next week. Can't forget it is almost Christmas and there are presents to buy and everything. I have a Christmas story in the works (on the back burner) so... it doesn't have Kate in it... not physically anyway. It has Ziva & Jen though. Also working on "Dawn" sequel called "From Dawn 'Til Dusk." Catchy huh?

"Listen Gibbs, I can't hold this off forever. I play the bastard because I am the bastard. I don't want to book Abigail, but I don't have much of a choice," Fornell explained.

Gibbs just stared at the metallic elevator doors. He didn't know what to do. All evidence pointed to Abby. His gut was telling him to keep searching, Abby was being framed. Unfortunately, his head was telling him there was nothing he could do and that rarely ever happened.

"I don't have much time Jethro. The FBI is already thinking that I am running some kind of cover up. Trust me, that won't look good... for either of us."

"Tobias, I think that for the first time... this could be... what am... Abby may be in a position she can't get her out of," Gibbs stumbled.

"I've never seen you like this Jethro. This case must be taking a toll on you."

"You have no idea," Gibbs confided.

"Book her?" Fornell asked.

Gibbs sighed. "A few more hours. If I can't clear her name by then, your only choice will be to arrest her." Gibbs pushed a button and the elevator came to life.

"Remember Jethro, semper fi," Fornell said before stepping out of the elevator, putting the usual scowl on his face. "Let's go!" he yelled to his two agents, one which was kneeling, in pain, on the floor by Kate.

She wore a look on her face that would've sent shivers down the toughest man's spine. Gibbs' first guess, one of Fornell's agents had pissed her off and she kneed him the groin... again.

"Todd, DiNozzo, grab your gear," Gibbs ordered once Fornell had left with both of his agents.

"Where are we going boss?" Tony asked, grabbing his Sig from his desk drawer.

"You two are going to interview Ms. Valcone."

"Again? That is like..." Tony paused to count. "Two times."

"Think again math whiz, more like three or four," Kate corrected.

"At her home this time DiNozzo," Gibbs told him.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Tony asked Kate in a low whisper.

"It means get moving before I fire your ass!" Gibbs yelled.

"Man, he hears everything," Tony deadpanned, quickening his pace towards the nearest exit.

"Okay... why exactly are we questioning her again?" Tony asked Kate while they were driving towards Haven's house.

"The point isn't to question her Tony, it's to sneak around and try to find evidence in her house," Kate explained.

"Why don't we search Andy's house too then?"

"Where would he get cyanide Tony?"

"You never know. People buy drugs anywhere now days. Oooh! Ebay!"

"Get real Tony," Kate laughed slightly.

"We should check."

"There's nothing there."

"How do you know?"

"I just know okay," Kate said, trying to be convincing.

"Yeah, but how?" Tony knew he was being aggravating, but he needed Kate to admit it. "How?"

"Because... he told me."

"He told you? Really? Why don't you just admit Kate?"

"Admit what?"

"That you tried to kill him," Tony said. He had a plan... that always worked. Good work Tony.

"I did not try to kill him!" Kate said, shocked. What makes him think that?

"You so did." Just keep egging her on DiNozzo.

"No! Don't argue with the driver. I can wreck this car right now just to make you shut up."

"Come Kate, everyone knows."

"Tony, I never tried to kill him."

"Really?" Tony asked, adding a quick, "Yes you did," cough.

"I might've slept with him, but I..." Oh shit.

"Thank you Kate. All I needed to know," Tony laughed evilly and gave her a kiss on the cheek before she could stop him. "All I needed to know."

"Excuse me Ms. Valcone, but I was wondering if I could use your restroom," Kate asked Haven while Tony was questioning her.

"Oh yes. It's upstairs, second door on your left."

"Thank you," Kate said.

As she walked up the stairs she ran her hand along the banister. Haven's house was amazing... and huge, especially for someone with her salary. Although, there were less rooms upstairs than Kate had expected. Only three and a bathroom. The problem was, she had to figure out which one was Haven's actual bedroom. Eeny-meeny-miney-moe. That one. It's what Tony would have done. The room she walked into was full of exercising equipment and a tanning bed. I knew her tan was a fake-bake. Closing the door Kate tried the next room. This one didn't look like it either. It was mostly a bunch of boxes and wrapping paper. One last room... hopefully it was the right one.

She thought about her earlier conversation with Tony:

"What happens if she tells you to use her downstairs bathroom?" he had asked.

"She won't. She told Gibbs it was being remodeled... new tile, new paint."

"Well, what if her bedroom isn't upstairs?"

"Why are you so negative?"

"Me negative?" He had seemed shocked by this statement.

"Nevermind. Trust me. Her room is upstairs. Everyone who owns a two story home has their bedroom upstairs," she had reassured him.

"That is really stupid. Then what do they do if their house catches on fire while they're asleep?"

"They buy another one on Ebay," she had said sarcastically.

"Wow Kate. Good one."

Tony."

"Yes?" She had known he was just trying to get on her nerves.

"Just shut up." And as always, it had worked.

What if Tony was right? What if her room was downstairs? It would seem more sensible. Just when she was losing hope, Kate opened the last door and saw what appeared to be her room. There were awards and medals everywhere and as she walked over to the bed, she saw a picture of Nick and Haven on the nightstand. Beside it was his phone number, a birthday card from him and a post-it note with "I love you," written on it. She opened up the first drawer of the nightstand and she could hardly believe what she saw. It looked like Haven had saved everything Nick had ever given her. There was a wilted rose, tons of cards and little notes, a necklace with their initials on it, a tissue -god knows what from- and a... box of condoms. It seemed a little out of place to Kate, but at least she was a safety girl.

Come on Kate. Don't get caught up in this, you're up here for one thing. Kate closed the top drawer and opened the one beneath it. Bingo! Just what they needed. There were injection needles, small empty bottles, some full and a few other little "medical things." She picked up one of the bottles to see if there was any kind of labeling. Lucky for her -and Abby- there was. Cyanide.