I must have kept silent for too long to be considered normal. There was absolutely no way that I could have explained that a serial killer wanted by for thinking that I was someone I wasn't. Explaining a couple months ago that a vampire tried to kill me just because another one loved me would have been easier to explain. Abby would have believed it, too. I mean, she slept in a coffin.

"Bella, are you there?" I hear from the phone.

"I don't know?" It was the only answer I could possibly give her.

"What do you mean you don't know?" she asked while I looked around the room looking for help. Seeing my uncle motion his hand toward the phone, I gave it to him.

"Abby," he said, "stop yelling in my ear.- Yes, it was Ari.-I know that you know where I am.-What do you mean by that? You're on the other side of the country."

We all looked up, confused at the last statement. What did he mean by that last statement? She couldn't possibly think that she was coming here to Forks?

There suddenly was a knock at the door. Strike that previous thought; she was already here. Thankfully this couldn't possibly get worse.

Tony walked to the door and opened it. Standing there was Abby standing in her iconic all-black attire, clunky black boots, and pigtails. Once there was enough room for her to get through the door, she ran right at me and pulled me into her arms."

"I was so worried about you. Don't ever do that again," she kept murmuring into my ear, pulling me tighter and tighter into her arms. Somewhere in the background of it all, I heard everyone talking to someone else.

When I could barely breathe, another voice spoke up, saying, "you have to let the girl go some time, locus blossom" in a familiar British accent.

I looked over her should and saw Ducky standing by the door, shaking Uncle Gibbs's hand. I was slowly let out of Abby's embrace, with a slight pout on her face. I looked away from her so I wouldn't be compelled to be in her tight embrace with the puppy dog look she would be sporting in a couple of seconds. I walked over to Ducky and pulled him into a hug, which he quickly returned.

"But, Gibbs," I heard a whine from behind me.

"Sit down, and we'll tell you," my uncle said.

I pulled out of the hug, turned around, and saw Abby sitting on the closest bed with her arms crossed across her chest, looking with a mixture of frustration and worry.

"Okay," she started, taking in deep breaths to calm herself. "Tell me what happened and start at the beginning so that you don't waste time with that question. And I will try not to interrupt. I promise. Bella, you start."

"I really don't know what happened, and I don't know why," I tried to tell her.

"Then tell me what you know happened."

"All I know is that someone knocked on the door, and when I went to open it, I was asked if I was Isabella Gibbs and then knocked me out when I tried to say that wasn't my name. Next thing I knew, I was waking up in this tiny room and being taken out of it when everyone else arrived."

"Wow," she said. "You really didn't know anything."

"That's what I said!"

"Gibbs, what happened. I'm assuming with how much of a psycho Ari was," Abby said to my uncle before turning to Ziva and saying, "no offense." She turned back to him and finished with, "he called you with some type of riddle type deal, right?"

"Yeah, he did," Uncle Gibbs said. "He left a message telling us his exact location, probably because he didn't think that we would figure out the message as quickly as we had."

Tony decided it was his turn to tell, saying, "We found him in a warehouse in Seattle. He had the place under surveillance. It wasn't very effective since he didn't know that we were there until we were inside. He wasn't planning on staying there long, either. We had been halfway through the place before he decided to come out with Bella standing in front of him with a knife at her neck."

"That's when he told us his plan," Uncle Gibbs continued. "Said that Bella was my daughter and how sent her around the country. I set him straight. Then, he dropped the knife and put a gun to her head."

He paused, looking at Abby with one of his looks. I looked at her as well, noticing that her mouth had opened and that she was slowly closing it. Once he was sure that she wasn't going to interrupt, he continued with:

"And then Ziva shot him in the head."

I saw Abby's shoulders visibly relax and had a look on her face that was a mix of joy for an excellent job and guilt for Ziva having to shoot her brother. She settled with a look of contempt with a slight smirk. She turned to me, saying, "You okay though, right? That sounded..."

"I couple of bruises, yeah, but I'm fine. Knowing me, I could have come out worse, a lot worse," I said, calming the already tormented scientist, although there was another question on my mind. I turned toward my uncle, asking, "didn't we just leave a crime scene. Don't we have to go back and answer questions or something?"

"We actually already handle it," Tim answered. "Once we got back, we informed law enforcement there we would go down there on our way back and answer as much as we could considering that the guy was a known terrorist and has been recently involved with multiple accounts of murder and a recent kidnapping. We told them to keep it out of the media, considering that he was working along and that you were only gone for a day."

That was more information than I wanted, but I nodded anyway. More information was better than being blown off completely.

"You guys have to leave soon, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yeah, Bellarina," Tony said with a slight frown on his face, "but you better call more often. That way, I can say my movie references and have someone appreciate them." He, of course, said this last bit mockingly.

"You know I don't watch movies, right, Tony."

"We're going to have to change that then, won't we?" a smile finally coming back to his face.

Suddenly there was an alarm going off in the room. We all turned toward Tim, who had a sheepish look on his face. He took his phone out of his pocket and turned the alarm off.

"That means we have to go, doesn't it, Tim?" Abby asked him, a frown closing in on her face.

"It does," he said, plain and simple.

Abby stood up from the bed and walked over to hug me again.

"Don't ever do that again," we whispered into my ear.

"I'll try no to," I whispered back, wrapping my arms back around her, realizing that I would have to visit them more often, not realizing how much I had really missed them.

I unwrapped my arms from around her, walked over to my uncle, and pulled him into a tight hug. I would definitely visit them more often. He pulled me tightly into his chest and placed his head on top of mine. He held me there for a couple of seconds before pulling me away, smiling at me and looking me directly in the eyes, and I smiled right back at him. I then walked to Ziva and Tim, gave them a slight smile, and shook their hands. I then moved to the door where I hugged Tony and Ducky in turn. Tony mussed my hair in his hug, and Ducky was patting my back soothingly.

I stood back away from all of them, everyone picking up their travel bags. They slowly started to file out of the room, and I felt my mood slowly drop.

Being the last one to file out of the room, Abby looked back at me like she wanted to say something. I walked up to her, and she pulled me into another hug.

"Make sure to visit sometime," she whispered in my ear. "I tend to worry a lot."

She then let go of me. She followed the others out of the room. I trailed behind them, silently wishing that they could stay a little longer but knowing that they couldn't, they had a mess to clean up in Seattle and jobs to get back to in DC.

By the time I had caught up to them, they already checked out and on the way out. Tony, Ziva, and Tim put bags into the truck while my uncle stood aside, waiting for me to come out of the small building.

He looked toward me with a slight smile, one of his smiles that he hardly ever puts on his face. I smile and sad smile back at him. He slung his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. The fabric of his shirt grew wet under my face, but neither of us cared.

Uncle Gibbs slowly retracted away from me, giving me one last smile before walking toward the car he rented. Tony, who was the only one still standing around outside, lift his hand from his pocket and gave me a slight wave. I gave one right back before he leaned off of the car and got in.

Both of the cars slowly backed away, and out of the parking lot, Ducky's and Abby's going slightly slower so they could wave me goodbye. I stood there until both cars were out of sight, with tears running down my face.

I heard a slight rush of wind before a solid mass was behind me, wrapping his arms around me.

"What are you sad, Bella? he asked me.

"I'm not crying because I'm sad, Edward," I told him, leaning back against him.

We just stood there silently until I felt Edward stiffen behind me.

"What is it?" I asked him.

I laughed at his reply.

"Does your friend Abby really sleep in a coffin?"