Two weeks later Abby was at work with Reese and Malcolm. The three of them were upstairs with the team, Abby was talking about a case when her cell phone started to ring.

"Hello?" Abby said chipper, "Yes, this is Abigail Scuito." Abby's face changed, she looked very upset. "When...Where...Okay, I'll be there tonight... Thank you for calling." Abby hung up and wouldn't speak. Malcolm and Reese looked at each other than at her. Something's wrong.

"Abby?" Malcolm said nervously, "Abby what's wrong?" Abby looked at them and forced a smile.

"Nothing. Hey, why don't you boys go down to my lab and get my iPad." Abby said forcing happiness to come across her face. They nodded and did what she said. As soon as they went into the elevator she took a breath. The team looked at her concerned.

"Oh my," Abby said holding back tears. She took a breath and cleared her throat.

"Abby are you alright?" Tim asked.

"That was Hal and Lois' lawyer. Hal, Lois, Dewey, and Jamie were in the car, Lois was driving. They got into an accident and the car flipped. Hal and Lois died on impact." Abby said.

"I am so sorry Abby," Ziva said. The team looked at her sympathetically.

"I'm fine. Jamie wasn't injured, but Dewey-,"she cleared her throat, "Dewey is in the intensive care unit. I now have full custody of all five of the boys. I have to go to the hospital where Dewey and Jamie are by tonight. I don't want them to be alone. I have to go." Abby walked away to the elevator. Gibbs followed her. They got in and he turned the elevator off.

"Abby-" Gibbs started.

"I'm going to need your help. After I get all of the boys to D.C., I will need help."

"Tell me what you need."

"I have to go get Dewey and Jamie, so I will be gone for a couple of days. While I'm gone I need you to watch Malcolm and Reese. Can you do that?" Abby was crying. Gibbs hugged her, she cried even harder.

"I'll do anything."

"Thank you. When I get back I will stay for a couple of days here, then I'll bring the boys down so they can pack."

"They'll live with you?"

"Yeah. I have to tell Malcolm and Reese- Oh my poor boys."

"It's going to be fine. I promise." He kissed her forehead. She smiled and calmed herself down.

"I'll tell the boys when we get home. Then I have to leave to go to Dewey and Jamie. Will you stay with them tonight?"

"Yeah. I'll just run home and get a few things, then I'll come."

"Thank you. I better get the boys home to tell them."


In the car ride home.

"Abby?" Malcolm asked, "What's wrong?"

"Reese. Malcolm," Abby answered quietly, "I have to talk to you about something when we get home."

"Okay. It's important, isn't it?" Abby nodded. When they got home Abby sat them down

"Boys, your parents were driving Dewey and Jamie somewhere and it was raining. They lost control of the car and it flipped," Abby said carefully.

"They're okay right?" Reese asked. Abby looked at her hands and took a breath.

"Abby?" Malcolm needed an answer.

"Jamie wasn't injured. Dewey was injured, he's in the hospital, but he'll be fine," Abby said.

"What about our parents?" Malcolm asked. Abby looked like she was going to cry. No, no, no, no, no

"No!" Malcolm yelled.

"I'm so sorry boys," Abby said.

"What?" Reese asked confused.

"Mom and Dad are dead!" Malcolm yelled at him. Reese went wide eyed.

Malcolm and Reese started to cry. They ran up to their rooms and laid in their beds. An hour later Gibbs came and Abby went to her room to get some things. Ten minutes later Malcolm came down the steps and sat on the couch next to Gibbs.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Malcolm said quietly to Gibbs, but not looking at him, "My parents are dead. My younger brother is in the hospital. My older brother is in military school. And I'm an orphan."

"Malcolm. I asked myself that same question many times," Gibbs said. Malcolm looked at him.

"Who did you lose?"

"My wife and daughter."

"Oh my Gosh! I am so sorry."

"Thanks. Malcolm, you have to remember that it isn't anyone's fault. It isn't yours, your parents', you brothers', or your sister's fault."

"Yeah, I know. I'm really going to miss them. And I'm really scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"What's going to happen? Am I going to be an orphan? Am I going to military school? Am I going into foster care?"

"No. You're going to live here with your sister. Abby is going to bring Dewey and Jamie back here, then she'll get Francis out of military school and bring him here. Then in a couple days you'll all go to your house and pack up your things. It will be fine." Malcolm nodded and smiled slightly.

"I'm glad we had this talk. You're good for my sister." Gibbs smirked at the comment. Little did they know that Reese was listening from the stair case, he walked over.

"Hey Reese," Gibbs said.

"Hey," Reese looked very upset. It was so un-Reese.

"Did Abby leave already?" Reese asked.

"No, not yet," Malcolm said. Then Abby walked in with a duffle bag and her purse. She put it down on the floor and she walked over to Gibbs and the boys.

"I have to go now. Malcolm, Reese, be good and do everything Gibbs tells you," Abby put her arm around Reese, "I'll be back in three days. I'll bring Dewey and Jamie back. Everything will be okay." Abby hugged Reese, then she hugged Malcolm. Gibbs walked her to her car, she kissed him goodbye and left. Gibbs walked back into the house and sat on the couch, wondering what he was going to do for three days with the boys. The boys sat next to him.

"Ever kill anyone?" Reese asked, like Reese would.

"Yeah," Gibbs said, "Why?"

"Do you know how to shoot a gun?" Reese sounded really dumb, Malcolm rolled his eyes.

"Reese!" Malcolm yelled, "You idiot! He just said that he has killed people! I'm guessing that he used a gun!"

"Shut up, Malcolm," Reese pushed Malcolm and Malcolm pushed him back. Before anyone knew it they were fighting. Gibbs whistled loudly! The boys stood up straight. Gibbs looked at them, like he was their superior officer in the military.

"Boys, calm down," Gibbs spoke calmly, "Here are the rules: no pushing, shoving, fighting, swearing, or anything of that nature. Got it?"

"Yes sir," they said together. Gibbs smiled.

"You boys want a soda?"

"Sure," they said together. They sat down at the kitchen table and drank their sodas with Gibbs, that was the beginning of a great friendship.


Abby was sitting next to Dewey in the hospital room. He was asleep; she was gently stroking his head. Dewey had a broken wrist, a broken ankle, and multiple cuts and bruises. He looked like he had been in a really bad fight. After two hours Dewey finally woke up.

"Hello?" Dewey asked weakly.

"Hey Dewey," Abby said, "It's me Abby."

"Oh, hi," Dewey whispered, "Where are Mom, Dad, and Jamie?" Abby had tears in her eyes, she couldn't answer.

"Jamie is fine, but," she couldn't continue. Dewey nodded he understood.

"Am I going to go home with you?"

"When we leave, yes."

"Thought so." Dewey stared at her. His brown eyes filled with tears. Abby kissed his head.

"It's going to be okay." Dewey nodded. Dewey was scared, so was Abby. Abby wondered what the boys were doing at home at the moment.


I know It's slightly sad, but it gets better. Hope you enjoyed so far.