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Chapter 3

It was awfully quite as Gibbs approached the door to his basement. He had expected Abby to have turned his battered old radio on by now with some awful rock music or what ever Goths listen to, blaring out. Abby liked her music on loud, the volume so high that your ear drums could burst. There was no intermediate with Abby, the music was loud or not at all. He walked down the steps and gazed at Abby who was sitting on his work bench looking very pale.

"Gibbs, I had a bit of an accident, see" as she stuck a finger out for him to inspect. "It hurts".

He gently took Abby's hand and looked at the bleeding wound.

"I can't kiss this one better Abs, the cut's pretty deep; I think a trip to the hospital is in order".

With that he eased her off the workbench and instructed her to keep her arm raised and to apply pressure to the wound with her other hand. With his hand resting on the small of her back he guided her up the basement steps, through his front door and into his car. Once he knew Abby was comfortable in the front passenger seat of the challenger he returned to the house, to pick up his coat and a jacket for Abby.

Abby stared at his back as he disappeared into the house. She felt such a fool, it was only meant to be a small cut not something that might need surgery (ok, a little bit of an exaggeration on her part). This was not how the evening was meant to turn out. Abby, you've really screwed up this time. Whilst she had been pondering over her stupid behaviour, she had forgotten to keep pressure on the wound so it was now dripping blood all over Gibbs car seat and all over her. Her finger was really hurting now and she was starting to feel very queasy. Other people's blood was no problem but seeing too much of her own was making her feel faint. Abby watched Gibbs run out of the house and jump into the driver's seat. He turned to face her and noticed that she was paler than before, notably grey, in fact.

"Abs, you need to keep applying pressure, you've got blood everywhere. Look you've got it all over the seat; it's going to cost a fortune in cleaning bills to get it removed"

"Sorry Gibbs, I didn't plan to bleed everywhere and I thought you would be more concerned about me than your car".

"Joke Abs, I do care for you more than the car, I just wanted to lighten the mood a bit."

"Very funny".

He reached over to gently stroke her cheek but Abby turned her head away with a huff and stared out of the passenger window.

"Abs, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you".

Abby did not respond she just continued staring out of the window, totally ignoring him.

"OK, if you want to act like a two year old, that's fine by me" snapped Gibbs and with that he put the challenger in to reverse and screamed out of the drive.

As the car roared towards the hospital Abby carried on staring out of the passenger window. She couldn't bear to turn around and look at Gibbs. She could tell by the silence that he was angry with her. She couldn't decide whether the prospect of stitches was more frightening than trying to speak to an angry Gibbs.

Abby's night was turning out to be a complete and utter train wreck and she was the one that had started the carriages rolling. She felt the tears of frustration start to roll down her face and she couldn't suppress the sob that came from her lips.

Gibbs finally broke the silence, "Are you ok Abs?".

"I'm fabulous Gibbs, it's really awesome to have a deep cut on my finger, I'm really getting off with the pain , it's fantastic".

"Abby, why are you shouting at me like that? It's like you are blaming me for it"

"It is your fault; you made me lie to Vance. If I hadn't lied to Vance I wouldn't have been building that frigging coffin"

"I said I would help, you could've waited"

"I did wait, I've been waiting for a long time, oh forget it Gibbs"

"Abs, I don't understand"

"Never mind, just carry on and be my knight in shining armour and get me to the hospital"

Those words hit Gibbs like a slap in the face, he was right after all. The rest of the journey was spent in silence with an occasional tearful sniff from Abby.