Disclaimer: Totally not mine. Wished it was tho... sigh... GAbby rocks!

A/N: Anything in italics represents thought. Also, the time format goes as Days:Hours:Minutes. (Note the story's title, lol!) This is sort of an 'addition' to my previous story "The Coffin..." So if you haven't read that, it's not a big deal, b/c I'm sure you'll still be able to follow. (Hopefully!) ;-)

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Chapter 2

When Abby had woken up, she had been alone in her coffin. The scent of sawdust still hung in the air, and a note was next to her. When she read what Gibbs had written, she smiled tearfully. Then she saw the ticket. And her heart skipped a beat.

Could it mean?

Did he want?

Was he?

But she wasn't sure. What if he had only left it because he figured she was too upset for him to take off without having some way of getting back in touch with him? She didn't know, and she didn't know if she should say anything to anyone, so she kept the ticket under her pillow, and thought about it. He hadn't been gone long... she didn't want to rush off in case it wasn't what she thought it was and...

Steady Abbs... it's been what? Maybe about... say 2 hours, or so? Give it time! Patience is a virtue!

So she waited.

A big case had come in the very next day... Tony was determined to prove his worth as team leader, and was working them extra hard. He had yelled at her once already for babbling on and he hadn't even brought her a Caff-Pow! If she hadn't know how nervous he was, and how much he wanted to prove to the Director that he was ready, willing, and able to fill Gibbs's shoes, she would have given him a HUGE piece of her mind. As it was, she just doubled her efforts and survived on Caff-Pows snuck into her by Jimmy, and power-bars stolen from the break room. She hadn't even been home to sleep in her own bed, and when she finally did get the chance to go home and pass out... she did just that. When she awoke and felt the edge of the ticket... she pulled it out and looked at it.

5 days... give or take what? 6-7 hours? Since I last thought of this...

She wondered what he was doing. Was he thinking of her? Probably not. She kept thinking of him... seemed like everything made her think of him... and almost every song she played seemed to have some sort of hidden message to her, and... Well, he was most likely fishing and drinking beer, and that was alright. She hoped he was having fun. She hoped he was well. She hoped that maybe he did miss her... that maybe he would call, or something. She didn't want to just barge on in on him... so she threw herself into her work, and tried not to dwell.

It was a lot harder than it sounded.

7 days. 12 hours. Almost 13. That would've been cool...

Tony had been shot. Through and through to the arm, no 'real' damage, according to Ducky, but he still went to the hospital any ways. Most thoughts had flown her mind as she frantically worried over Tony... it wasn't until she saw him pouting at a nurse who was trying to convince him he didn't require a sponge-bath, was she convinced that he was truly ok. Ziva kept trying to tell her it was fine, but Abby had needed to see for herself. She was tired of losing everyone she loved...