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There is a romantic "Gabby" moment.

The clouds cleared and the moon finally made its appearance. It didn't do much in the way of light though. It wasn't even half full. But being able to look up in the sky and see something comforted Abby immensely. She knew she didn't have much longer. She should have been gone already. She had been laying in Gibbs' lap, trying to make sense of it all. She always believed that everything happened for a reason, even if that reason didn't make sense to her. Why this? Why her? Why him? Why now?

She wasn't feeling any pain. Not physical pain. Not anymore. She was too cold to feel anything. Her mind barely registered Gibbs' arm across her front. She deduced that she was in shock. That alone was dangerous. Her guess was Gibbs was in shock as well. She could feel him trembling against her. Every now and then she would hear a ragged, rattling breath escape him. The gash on his head was serious. There was no way he didn't have at least a concussion, though she thought it was much more serious than he was letting on. If he fell asleep, there was a chance he would never wake up. "You still with me?"

"I won't leave you, Abby."

"Any luck with the phone?"

Gibbs picked the cell up off the ground next to him. "No," he said somberly.

"Doesn't matter I guess."

"You'll be okay."

"Stop saying that!" she snapped.

Gibbs didn't know what to say. He had been saying it more for his benefit than for hers. "I can't…just accept it."

Abby cringed as she turned onto her back to look up at Gibbs. He was looking off in the direction of the fawn still laying near by. He didn't want to look at her. He couldn't stand to see the hurt and pain in her eyes, all over her face. He had said he would keep her safe, and he had failed her. "Look at me," she said. He shook his head. "Look at me."

"No."

"Leroy Jethro, you look at me…Please," she pleaded with him. She saw him squeeze his eyes shut before looking down at her. The look on her face was so calm, so serene. "This isn't how I thought it would happen. I always thought I would have my own sexy silver hair and go in a mosh pit due to exertion." Gibbs chuckled. "Hey, a laugh." He rubbed his hand over her forehead and into her hair. He felt as cold as she did. She smiled up at him. He couldn't help but smile back to her as well.

The headlights flickered once. Twice. Then finally went out, plunging them into darkness. Abby felt Gibbs' arm on her tighten. "I'm still here," she said reassuring both of them. They heard some rustling around. As Gibbs' eyes started to adjust the best they could, he saw the outline of the little fawn stand from the ground. Abby's eyes stay focused on the area Gibbs' face had been. Her vision was blurry and she wasn't able to adjust to the sudden darkness.

She felt something cold nuzzle her cheek and started. "Its ok," Gibbs said. "Just the deer."

"Its licking me," she said, feeling it small rough tongue lapping at the salty tear streaks down her cheeks. Gibbs saw the outline of the creature lie down next to Abby's head. She turned her head to face it. It rested it's head on Gibbs' knee. "Friendly little thing, huh?"

"How…" Gibbs started, but wasn't sure how to phrase what he wanted to ask. "How can you be so calm?"

"I'm here with you. I feel…safe, with you. If I could choose anyone to be here with me, I would definitely choose, okay, well, I would choose Ducky first since he is a doctor, but you are a very close second." She turned her head back to Gibbs, even though she could no longer see him. "I'm scared," she muttered to him.

Gibbs made a sound and she couldn't tell if it was a sob or a chuckle. "God, Abbs. I'm terrified."

"Why?"

Gibbs thought about it. He was a man of faith, or he used to be, but he was also a man who believed in the facts. There were so many things he wasn't sure about. And he did not like going forth into the unknown. "I don't know," he finally said.

"You'll make it. You are so tough. You'll survive."

"You are the strongest person I know, Abby."

"I don't feel very strong," she said turning her head back to the fawn next to her.

"Abbs-".

"Will you lay with me?" she asked, cutting him off.

"You shouldn't move."

"Are you gonna make me beg?"

Gibbs' leg, wrist and head, hell, his whole body throbbed and ached. He even had a dull cramp in his abdomen. He knew if he moved, he would awaken all the pain receptacles that had numbed away. But Abby wasn't going to last much longer. He knew it. She knew it. As much as he wanted to believe everything would work its self out, he knew this was it. He had to give her what she wanted.

Just like he always did.

"Are you able to sit up?" he asked her. He needed to get his legs out from underneath her. He felt the fawn raised its' head from his knee.

"I'm gonna need some help," said Abby. Gibbs placed his right arm underneath Abby's shoulders and pushed her up gently. He lowered himself onto his right elbow and pulled himself forward, trying to move his leg as little as possible. Abby's hand was over her stomach and she felt a fresh wave of warm liquid leave her body. She became very light headed and nauseous.

Gibbs bit down on the inside of his cheek as he grabbed his knee and pulled his leg over so Abby could lie down. He sat up and put his arm back across her shoulders. "Okay, ready?" Those words had a whole different meaning to Abby. She was too nauseous to say anything and nodded her head, even though Gibbs couldn't see her. To show her point, she leaned back against him and he lowered her down next to him.

He laid on his right side as much as he could with his broken leg. She was on her back, resting on his arm. Both of her arms were laying on her stomach. Gibbs laid his head down on her shoulder. She lifted her arm and placed it around him. The fawn laid down next to her other side, pressing up against her with its warm body. "Thank you," she said.

"What?" Gibbs asked.

"I was just thanking her for staying with us."

Gibbs leaned in and nuzzled his nose against her before placing a long, soft kiss on her cheek. "I love you…so much, Abby," he barely whispered into her ear. They could both feel tears starting to well up and pick at their eyes.

"God, Gibbs, if you are just saying that-".

"I'm not. I wouldn't." He got real close to her ear and breathed out a barely audible, "I love you." A tear rolled down his cheek and she sobbed.

He placed his left arm across her body and turned more into her. Feeling the soft fur of the fawn next to her, he gently petted it. "I love you, too," Abby said once her sobs subsided enough for her to speak. "I love you, too." He tilted his head and kissed her cheek again. When he pulled back she whispered, "Kiss me." Turning her head to him, Gibbs easily found her lips. They felt so cold to him, and yet so warm, so Abby. All too soon, she pulled away, her head falling to the side. "I'm so tired," she said weakly.

"No," he said, sobs causing his whole body to shake. He placed his throbbing forehead down on her shoulder. "I can't. I can't let you go. I'm not ready. I can't," he pleaded with her.

"Will you ever be ready?"

He cried uncontrollably. "I'm sorry. I'm so…sorry…I did this to you."

"Don't be. Please stop crying. Don't let this be the last thing I remember."

"Can you just hold on? Just for a little bit longer? Please?"

"For you, Gibbs, I would do anything."