Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS in any way, shape, or form. This is just a piece of my mind on a computer screen. I do not own Stop Making Friends (Pauley Perrette's) "Fear", and didn't originally write this with the lyrics but thought it would be nice to add it in, since Pauley IS Abby…

Author's Notes: These are drabbles I have written and posted on the awesome NCIS roleplaying board I am a part of and play Abby in. It's called The World of NCIS (at proboards .com). Check it out we would love to have ya! Please enjoy these stories of Abby's past!!

Warnings: Gross descriptions…ish. It depends on who you are.

Fear

She shot up from the bed like a nine millimeter bullet from a Browning's barrel. It was happening again; the horrible, wretched dreams. No, they were not dreams, they were nightmares. Her chest hitched trying to obtain more air to her lungs and brain while her hand rubbed the sweat off her forehead and face. She blinked her green eyes for a few minutes, reminding herself that it was only her subconscious and that she was back in the here and now.

Are you scared of the dark
Are you afraid they'll break your heart
Are you afraid you'll lose yourself
Are you afraid of your own health

Abby pushed the sheets down towards her ankles and pulled her legs up to rest cross-legged on the bed. Finally her body had completely woken up and calmed down; her mind was free to analyze what had just occurred in her R.E.M. cycle. That dream was unbearable and it always came to her when a new victim came into NCIS for Ducky to autopsy. She couldn't stand thinking about people getting cut up and poked by someone; even marines by her close friend. It freaked her out and she couldn't comprehend why she was so scared.

Are you scared of the end
Are you scared to begin
Are you scared of the start
Do you think they'll break your heart

It started out the same every time:

Running through the woods on a grey day, chasing someone. When she thought about it seriously, it was probably her playing tag with her little brother. Suddenly everything stops and her head swivels around looking for the sound that made her stop. The more she looked around, the more her stomach dropped little by little. The noise came again, drawing a gasp from her pink lips. Cautiously, she went in the direction of the pained sound.

Pushing back some brush, a shrill scream flew out of her, startling the smaller animals and grabbing the attention of her brother, which would then start the search for her. Laying there in the middle of the little clearing was a man covered with cuts and bruises, missing an arm and bleeding profusely, staining the pretty flowers present. The more she looked at him, heard his pained moans, the blood gushing, and smelt that disgusting iron smell, the more she felt ill. Another scream alerted her parents of her position, before she turned to the side and spilled her lunch out for the ground.

He stirred noticing that someone was there with him and stretched his remaining arm out at her and tried speaking to her. But to the child's eyes he looked like a terribly frightening monster out of an R-rated movie. His eyes were blood-shot, mouth spewing and coughing up the internal bleeding he was suffering. He was unable to make any noise except guttural grunts...

She couldn't remember what happened after that, but she assumed that she must have fainted because whenever she thought about it she felt completely sick to her stomach. Abby took a few deep breaths before getting out of her bed, collecting her cellphone and changing into warmed pajamas. It was 2 A.M. and she knew it was not wise or nice to wake him up at this hour of the night, but she didn't care right now. She left the apartment with only a small bag and a light jacket.

Are you afraid you'll be alone
Are you scared to pick up the phone
Are you scared of the past
Do you think that you might crash
Do you think you're in too deep

She rang the doorbell consecutively five times just in case he was asleep and to make it known she wouldn't leave until he answered. A few minutes later the door opened to a mostly dark apartment and him in his MIT shirt, rubbing his eyes.

"Abby?"

"Hi, Tim," she managed to say clearly, but disliked that her voice held the fear she felt.

He blinked at her, taking in her appearance and current state of mind by the way she was acting. "Come in, Abs," he said, a hand lightly resting on her shoulder, urging her to oblige. Once inside she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"That dream again?" he asked groggily, not actually knowing the specifics of the dream, but just the basics and remembering that Ducky was going to perform an autopsy in the morning. That often led to the situation with Abby.

"Uh, huh," she mumbled against his warm chest.

Are you afraid to sleep
Are you scared there's no stability
Are you afraid of your own fragility

He led her to his bedroom, got her settled, wished her goodnight and dreams, and watched her doze off in a nearby chair. A smile came to Tim's face despite the horribleness his friend was experiencing, but at least now she was at his apartment and felt safe. Sighing, Tim's eyes closed for the briefest of moments before popping open quickly.

'No' he thought. 'We're not dating any more, it's inappropriate...What would she think of me if I told her what I was imagining...?' his thoughts didn't go any further due to the fact that he, himself, had finally gone back to sleep in his favorite chair.

To mend
When you're think you're breaking
To strength
When you know you're shaking
To pray
When your back's against the wall

It's only fear after all
The only fear is fear itself
It's only fear

They dreamt similarly: of each other...

-Fini-