It had been three weeks since Tim had gone undercover, and things were running normally back at NCIS. Well almost normally. There was something askew in the life of Abigail Mcgee. It was a rainy Monday morning in July when Ducky found her crying, in autopsy.
"Abigail?" Ducky asked through the darkness of the room, he had yet to turn on the lights. He flicked them on to reveal Abby, crying on the floor, back against the wall, knees tucked in tight. He checked his watch: 6:00. "What's going on dear?" He asked crouching down so he was at her level.
After several moments of her not responding, he moved to sit next to her. "Abigail?" He asked again.
Abby looked up for a moment, but immediately returned her face to her knees. "Is it Timothy?" Ducky asked cautiously. Abby shook her head. "Did someone else do something?" he tried again and Abby's head shook the same way as before. "Abigail, do you know what's wrong?" Ducky tried, knowing sometimes people didn't know exactly what had caused them to be upset. This time he received a nod. "Well that's a start." He approved.
"Do you want to tell me?" Ducky asked and got a shrug in response. "Well, you may stay here as long as you like." He said standing up. "However, I need to get to work before Jethro comes down here this morning to see what I've found."
Ducky went and changed, hoping that when he came back Abby would be in a different state. His hopes were denied so he headed to a freezer locker. He pulled open the locker and pulled out the body.
Suddenly he heard noise coming from Abby's direction and he turned to see her running to the sink, to vomit.
Ducky rushed after her and held her hair back until she was finished. When Abby finally reached an upright position he presented her with a glass of water and a piece of gum, both of which she accepted graciously.
"Abigail are you ill?" Ducky asked worriedly as she began to unwrap the gum.
"No." Abby said turning for the door.
"Abigail!" Ducky called causing her to turn back. "No one just retches for the sake of doing so."
"It was the smell." Abby admitted.
"The smell?" Ducky asked confused.
Abby grimaced. "Yeah… Of you know… the corpse."
"Abigail! How on earth could you smell that from over here?" Ducky was beginning to worry.
Abby shrugged. "I've just been… sensitive to smells lately…" Abby noted Ducky's worried expression. "But don't worry. I'm fine." She assured him.
"Abigail…" Ducky said slowly. "Vomit… scent sensitivity…" he started listing off things he had noticed.
Abby looked back at him. He couldn't have figured it out, could he? Suddenly she felt tears prick at her eyes.
"Abigail, you're not pregnant are you?" Ducky asked her, immediately regretting it when she ran out the door, sobbing. "Oh dear…" He said to himself.
Just then Palmer arrived. "What's wrong with Abby?" He asked rather un- tactfully as he came into the room, peeling off his jacket.
"I'd rather not say just now." Ducky replied putting the body onto the autopsy table. "However I do wish to go talk to her. Do you think you can handle preparing Mr. Dennis for autopsy?" He questioned.
"Yes Doctor." Palmer replied immediately, heading to change.
Ducky made his way to the lab quietly. When he arrived he could tell she wasn't doing any better, considering the fact she was retching into her sink. He rushed over to hold her hair, which she had yet do to that morning, back.
Once Abby had rinsed out her mouth Ducky began talking. "Abigail, how long have you known?" Abby shrugged in response, and she turned to get to work. "Abigail…" Ducky warned.
"Fine! I'm pregnant!" Abby screamed at him. "You happy now?" She growled.
"Well, that depends." Ducky started. "Are you happy?"
"Not really." Abby replied, not looking away from her work.
"Now why might that be?" Ducky asked, walking around to stand by her.
"Because Donald." She replied, obviously steaming. "My husband… is gone. And I… now single handedly… have to have his child."
Ducky turned her face to face him. "Abigail. You don't honestly think you're alone?" He asked incredulously. Watching her response he continued. "Do you?"
Abby looked away. "I am alone." She grimaced.
"Oh Abigail." Ducky comforted. "I will always be here, and so will Gibbs."
Abby shuddered. "No. Gibbs won't be there, I won't let him."
"And how are you planning to stop him?" Ducky asked, and reached for the piece of paper she was holding out. "Abigail! You can not resign!"
"And why shouldn't I?" Abby counter argued.
"Because Abigail. Timothy would never forgive you." Ducky stated simply.
Abby turned, her eyes already wet with tears. "I'm sorry, that was a little harsh…" Ducky said reaching to give Abby a hug.
About twenty minutes later Ducky was still trying to comfort Abby, when Gibbs came in.
"What you got Abs…" He started until he saw her crying into Ducky's arms. "Abs?" He asked, stepping over to rub her back. "Abs, what's wrong?"
When Abby didn't reply Ducky responded. "She's not feeling well Jethro." Ducky said not wanting to give away anything.
Gibbs immediately went pale. Abby rarely got sick, and when she did, it generally wasn't worth mentioning. "You need anything Abs?" He asked quietly. Abby shook her head. "Well, I'll be back later with a Caf-Pow."
"Uh…" Ducky started, unsure where to go with the situation. "Abigail will need some sleep, it's probably better if she isn't drinking caffeine."
Gibbs shrugged and left to go make sure his team was working.
"Thanks." Abby sniffed.
"Abigail, I can't cover for you for long. You work with a team of trained investigators, they're going to notice."
"I know." Abby sighed. "I just don't… I can't do this."
"Abigail! You don't honestly think that do you?" Ducky asked.
"I don't know what to think right now…" Abby said quietly.
Ducky after assuring that she would be fine, left to go talk to the director.
"Doctor?" Vance asked, surprised to see him. "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you today?"
"Timothy needs to come home." Ducky stated blatantly.
"What?" Vance asked, obviously confused.
"Abigail needs him back here, and soon."
"I'm afraid I can't do that." Vance replied.
Ducky was starting to get angry. "Look. I know this isn't something that is normally done, and I know you feel that it is impossible to bring him home. However, Abigail needs him here."
"Give me one good reason." Vance challenged.
Ducky, just about ready to spill the secret Abby had entrusted him with, was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Come in." Vance called. Ducky was surprised to see Abby there.
"Abigail?" He asked even though there was no question as to who she was.
"I need to speak to you… Privately, Director." Abby said quietly.
"Dr. Mallard, we'll continue our discussion later." Vance said excusing Ducky.
Once the door was shut Vance turned to face Abby. "What is this about?" He asked curiously. It was rare that Abby would come to him to discuss anything.
"I need to request maternity leave." Abby mumbled so it was impossible to understand.
"What?" Vance asked. "I can't understand you Abby."
"I need to request maternity leave." She said, clearly that time.
Vance's lips formed a perfect 'o' of realization. So that's what Ducky was talking about. Trying to treat it as he would with any other employee he finally replied. "Okay, you can ask one of the secretaries about the paperwork you need to fill out. Is there anything else you need?"
Vance realized treating this situation normally probably wasn't the best approach when Abby looked at him as if he was some sort of snake set on biting her. "Erm…" He said awkwardly to fill the silence.
"No, don't worry! I got the message! You don't have time to deal with me! I'll just leave!" Abby yelled heading for the door.
"Wait! Abby!" Vance called as she slammed the door. He sighed in defeat, realizing he had probably ruined whatever trust Abby had in him.
Abby was storming down the stairs when Tony looked up. "Whoa! Angry Abby alert!" He called quietly into the bullpen, grabbing Ziva's attention.
"What do you think is up?" Ziva asked.
"Abby's sick. Leave her alone." Gibbs said as he walked into the bullpen.
"Sick?" Ziva asked.
"Abby's never sick." Tony stated. "What's really wrong?"
"Abby…is…sick…" Gibbs stated slowly as if it would explain it.
Just then Abby tore through the bullpen grabbing Gibbs on her way to the elevator.
As soon as they were in Gibbs flicked the emergency shut off. "What the…"
"Do I look like I'm in the mood to be treated like this?" She asked half yelling.
Gibbs hesitated before asking, "Like what Abs?"
"Like I'm… I don't know!" She cried as she broke into sobs.
Gibbs pulled her into a hug. "Abs, what's wrong?" He asked quietly. Abby just shook her head in response. "Come on Abs, you can tell me anything."
"I can't…can't…" She started but she started feeling extremely dizzy. "Gibbs." She said faintly seeing darkness at the edges of her eyes.
"Abby!" Gibbs cried as she slipped into darkness. He flicked off the emergency switch and hit the button for autopsy.
"Duck!" Gibbs called as she carried Abby into autopsy.
Not looking up from his work he replied. "Jethro, I told you I wouldn't have results…"
"Abby!" He interrupted, causing Ducky to turn abruptly with a worried expression on his face. When he saw the limp figure in his arms he started giving out directions.
"Jethro, bring her here." He said pointing to an empty table. "Mr. Palmer I need a glass of water, and fast." He instructed his assistant.
"Abigail… Abigail…" Ducky said shaking Abby back to consciousness.
Gibbs was thoroughly relieved when Abby's eyelids finally fluttered open.
"Abigail, can you hear me?" Ducky asked her. Abby nodded in response. Ducky turned to Gibbs. "Jethro, would you mind stepping out for a moment?" he asked. Gibbs looked reluctant but silently agreed and stepped into the hall.
"All right Abigail." Ducky said with a sigh. "Do you know what brought that on?" When Abby shook her head no, Ducky sighed and started listing possibilities. "Have you been getting enough sleep?"
"Yes. Well more than I usually do anyway." Abby replied.
"What about food? Have you been making sure you're eating enough nutrients?" He asked.
"Well…Not…Exactly?" Abby said with more a question in her voice than a statement.
Just then Palmer returned with the water. "Thank you Mr. Palmer." Ducky said handing Abby the water. "Drink." He commanded, a bit harshly and Abby obediently drank the water.
Just then Gibbs peered into the room. "Can I come back in yet?" He asked.
"Not just yet Jethro, give me another minute." Gibbs backed out of the room once more. "You too Mr. Palmer." He said to Palmer, causing him to flee the room.
"Abigail, you need to tell Jethro." Ducky said quietly.
"I…can't." Abby said. "I tried! But I just can't…"
"Would you like me to tell him for you?" Ducky asked carefully which caused Abby to nod in response. "All right then… Jethro!" Ducky called Gibbs in.
Gibbs smiled when he saw Abby sitting up on the side of the table looking much better than before. "So, what's the diagnosis duck?"
"Actually," Ducky started. "Abigail's diagnosis has been known for a while, it was a simple side effect." He explained.
"Well, what's wrong Abs?" He asked quietly turning to her.
Ducky, eying Abby decided it may be better if he told Gibbs without Abby. "Perhaps we should talk about this elsewhere." Ducky said gesturing to the door.
Abby said a silent thank you to Ducky for not making her endure the reaction she was dreading. She said quietly on the table waiting for them to come back.
"Jethro, Abigail's pregnant." Ducky said quietly, as not to let Abby hear it.
"WHAT!" Gibbs cried.
Ducky unsure of how to explain the situation any more than that, since he didn't know much more himself, took a deep breath and tried to calm him down. "Jethro, I myself didn't know until this morning, and I figured it out myself. I don't know much more."
"Why wouldn't she tell me?" He asked incredulously.
"Jethro, she's terrified." Ducky said just as dubiously.
It was around half an hour later when Gibbs and Ducky re-entered autopsy.
"Come here Abs." Gibbs said quietly, holding out his arms for her. Once his arms were wrapped protectively around her he began again. "Everything's going to be fine." He comforted.
It was an odd thing, Gibbs never thought he would experience having a daughter who started her own family, but since the wedding Abby had felt more and more like his daughter. Someone he would do anything for.
"I can't do it Gibbs." Abby said quietly into his chest.
"Yes you can Abby!" Gibbs exclaimed. "You aren't alone. I'll always be here." He promised.
"Always?" Abby asked, her big green eyes peering into Gibbs' shocking blue ones.
Gibbs nodded. "Thanks Gibbs." Abby said quietly.
Just then Ziva and Tony came waltzing in the door, with the new Probie, Jeremy Johnson, following close behind. "Hey Bossman!" Tony called, stopping abruptly when he saw Abby.
"What's wrong?" Tony asked curiously as Ziva walked over to Abby slowly.
"I'm fine." Abby sniffed, giving Ziva a hug, as Ziva was expecting. When Abby was sad about things she was even more of a hugger than usual. "I just… had to deal with something. But I'm fine now, I promise."
"If you say so Abs." Tony said turning to Gibbs. "Lieutenant Maxwell, Is not at home." Tony stated.
"Well DiNozzo, neither are you." Gibbs replied.
"Well of course not, I'm at work…Oooh. I get it!" Tony exclaimed. "He's probably at work!" He said excitedly to Ziva. "Lets go Ziv!"
"Halt." Gibbs commanded. "Tony stay here, let Jeremy go with Ziva. Abby needs some help today."
Abby gave Gibbs a look of horror. "No Gibbs, I'm fine."
"Abby I am not going to have you overworking yourself!" He said.
"I won't." Abby insisted.
"Abby, you can't just keep working twelve hour days anymore!"
Abby and Gibbs continued arguing, while Tony gave them a very confused look. "What on earth are you guys talking about?" Tony asked at a break in the conversation.
"NOTHING!" They both shouted back.
"Okay then…" Tony said under his breath.
After another good twenty minutes of arguing it was settled that Abby would let Tony help her, but she did not want or need an assistant.
"Come on Tony." Abby said through gritted teeth as she headed for the elevator.
Once in the lab Abby didn't turn on the music, she just headed for the evidence on the table.
"No Music?" Tony asked curiously. Following her to the table.
"No Tony. No Music." She stated simply pulling on a pair of gloves.
"Why?"
"Because Anthony." She said slamming a book she had open on the table closed. "I have a migraine and I am not in the mood to listen to music right now. Is that a problem for you?"
Tony looking alarmed replied quickly with a "No." And he got to work. "I'll just work on the tire tracks…"
"You do that." Abby said pulling out a knife, wiped clean.
It was a couple of hours later when Gibbs came in. "Hey Abs." He said softly.
Abby, trying to keep her cool replied. "Not now Gibbs."
"Abby, you need to eat lunch." Gibbs stated matter of factly.
"Not now Gibbs!" She cried turning to face a very stern looking face.
"Abby, you are not repeating this morning again. You are going to eat with Tony, right now."
"No." She stated simply, turning back to her computer.
"Abby, this is not an open argument." Gibbs replied.
"Did I hear something about lunch?" Tony asked excitedly.
"NOT NOW!" Both Abby and Gibbs replied harshly.
"Do you want me to get Ducky into this?" Gibbs questioned.
"Fine. I'm not scared of him." Abby stated.
"Abby, you need to eat."
"No, I don't."
"Fine!" Gibbs replied pulling out his cell phone and calling Ducky. After a moment of mumbled conversation Gibbs handed the phone to Abby.
"Hello…Yes… No…But!...Fine…Bye…" She was growling the entire time.
"DiNozzo." Gibbs barked. "You're taking Abby to lunch. Make sure she actually eats."
Tony, confused, replied with a half serious half alarmed, "Sure thing boss…"
Tony, knowing Abby preferred Chinese food, headed for the cafeteria on the Navy Yard with the Asian Bar.
They were stepping into the building, and Abby was in a better mood than she had been all day.
"So what'll it be Abs? Fried or Baked?" Tony asked looking at the two lines. Abby suddenly turned green, and headed for the nearest trash bin. Tony hadn't noticed until he turned to see why she hadn't answered. "Abby!" He called rushing over to her. "Abby what happened?" He asked concerned.
"Water…" was all Abby could say. Tony ran to the nearest cash register and bought a water bottle and delivered it to her.
"You okay?" He asked while Abby rinsed out the residue in her mouth.
"Yeah…I'm fine…" She mused, because in her head she was saying something completely different.
"Abby, I'm really worried about you. You've been really…irritated… lately." Tony looked genuinely concerned, a rare look on him.
Abby took in a deep breath, trying to make a decision. After a moment she determined, she may as well tell him now, he would find out eventually. "Tony I'm pregnant."
Tony's eyes widened, but he wasn't shocked for too long. "Oh Abby…I'm…Am I supposed to be sorry?"
Abby laughed. "I don't know Tony… I don't know…I've been wondering the same thing myself."
Tony pulled Abby into a hug. "You should have told us."
"I know, I'm just… scared…" Abby replied, not crying for the first time.
Tony sighed. "I can't tell you not to be… But I can tell you that you're not alone."
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Abby asked, irritated.
Tony shrugged. "Because it seems like the right thing to say."
Abby laughed. "Can we go back now Tony?"
"Back as in your lab back? Or back as in the line back?" Tony asked confused.
"Back as in my lab." Abby replied. "The whole vomiting thing sort of puts you off food."
"I promised Gibbs…" Tony looked nervous. "You really don't look like you want to eat…"
Abby shook her head. "The smell of meat has really been bothering me lately."
"Well how about this? I'll grab you a veggie noodle bowl and we take it back to the squadroom and eat it there." Tony offered.
"Okay… But no sauce. Just noodles and veggies. They use oyster sauce here and just thinking about it makes me want to gag." Abby replied. "I'll wait here… I don't really want to go back over there…"
"All right. I'll be right back!" Tony promised as he headed to order the food.
He soon returned with not one, but two sauceless veggie noodle bowls. "Two?" Abby asked confused.
"Well I am eating with you. I figured you wouldn't want to be vomiting because of the scent of my lunch." Tony said with a smile.
"Tony, that's so sweet." Abby said, obviously pleased.
It was about ten minutes later and Abby and Tony were sitting on the floor of the squadroom eating lunch with chopsticks, or trying to anyway.
"So, Jeremy?" Abby asked vaguely.
"Yeah… I dunno." Tony replied, just as vague.
"He and Ziva seem to get along." Abby observed.
"Yeah… Do you think they're dating?" Tony asked, not realizing that the two of them had just walked in.
"Think who are dating?" Ziva asked.
"Uh…" Tony started, unsure of where to go with it.
"Cassie and Edward." Abby blurted out of nowhere.
"Cassie?" Both Ziva and Jeremy asked, while Tony gave her a look saying he was thinking the same thing.
"Yeah Cassie… She was here when Tony got the plague…" Abby said as if it should be obvious, but then she realized that was before Ziva and Jeremy's time. "Which neither of you would remember…Well she's a friend." Abby finished, not quite as eloquently as she had hoped.
Just as Ziva was about to reply her phone started ringing. "David… yes… Okay… Jeremy… On it." Ziva said into the phone. "Come on Jeremy. Gibbs wants us down in the evidence garage." Ziva said heading for the stairs. Jeremy followed eagerly.
"I swear, he's a puppy…" Tony said as soon as he was out of ear shot.
Abby laughed. "He may be!" The she turned serious. "When we get back downstairs remind me to call Cassie and fill her in on the man named Edward she might be dating."
Tony laughed so hard Abby had to hit him on the back to dislodge a clump of noodles from his throat.
"Something funny DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked harshly as he walked into the squadroom.
Abby was still giggling when Tony replied. "Uh… no…"
Gibbs leaned over to inspect Abby's lunch, which she hadn't eaten a whole lot of. "Abby… You've eaten next to nothing."
"She's eaten a lot more than I would have after just throwing up…" Tony said protectively.
"DiNozzo! Did I ask for your opinion?" Gibbs barked.
"Hey!" Abby cried. "I didn't tell either of you so you could argue about me!"
"Abby, you have to eat!" Gibbs said as if she were a child.
"I know that Gibbs!" She was close to yelling. "You know something else I know? I know that I have been so nauseated all day that I just don't feel like eating! And all you've been doing is shoving food down my throat!"
Gibbs looked stunned. Abby had never been one to hide something like that. If something bothered her she always told you right away. She never bottled it up inside.
Tony stood up, and held a hand out to Abby. Abby accepted gratefully and she got up.
"Now if you have something to say to me or ask me that's work related, I'll be in my lab." Abby said making her way to the elevator.
When Abby reached her lab she slammed the door shut. She made her way to the evidence and picked up the knife she had been examining.
"You know what's crazy?" She thought aloud. When no one answered she continued anyway. "The fact that people suddenly think I can't take care of myself."
She made her way to her fingerprinting kit and started working on the knife. "I've been doing it for a good twenty years! I'm just fine thank you!" She was shouting now.
Suddenly she heard a bang followed by an, "OW! Abby!"
She turned to the door to see Tony pulling it open. "The door? Again? Didn't we already go over the fact that closing it causes pain for most people?"
Abby gave him a half-smile half-frown. "I guess so."
"Well…Gibbs sent me…" He started.
"You can tell Gibbs…" Abby interrupted.
"Abby! You never get mad at Gibbs! Well I mean there was the time he abandoned us and went to Mexico… But you still weren't all that mad!" Tony scolded. "Why now?"
"Because! I'm hormonal!" She replied heading to the fingerprint scanner.
"Abby. You aren't mad at Gibbs." Tony said flatly.
"Yes I am!" She insisted, heading to her computer to put the fingerprint in AFIS.
Tony gave her a look, his version of the Gibbs stare. "Abby?"
"No Tony! That does not work on me…Well maybe it does… Just a little bit. But I'm still mad!" She was forcing a frown on her face.
"Abs. He just cares about you, that's all."
"Well tell him to go care about someone else! I have work to do." She said turning back to her work.
"That's sort of why I'm here." Tony explained. "Gibbs wants you to go home…"
Abby threw her hands in the air. "What! I swear when I find him…" She was out the door.
Moments later Abby was standing in front of Gibbs' desk. "Yes?" Gibbs asked innocently.
"It is 16:00… 4:00… and you want me to go home?" She asked in disbelief.
"Abby, you've already put in overtime today. Go home." He directed.
"No." She said, a bit softer this time.
"Abby…" Gibbs warned.
"Gibbs, I don't want to go home."
"Abby, whether you want to or not, you need to go home." Gibbs pointed out.
Abby shook her head, he didn't understand at all. "Gibbs, I don't want to go." She said with her usual confidence, but suddenly it seemed that confidence was shattered. "I don't want to be alone."
Gibbs looked up. It wasn't something he had thought about before. Of course Abby had known that all of them would 'be there for her' but when she was at home, she was still alone.
Then he remembered Shannon, and how she had hated when he had to leave while she was pregnant with Kelly. He thought about those first few months where every sunrise was accompanied by a wave of nausea. Of course she didn't want to be alone.
"Abby, what if someone went with you?" He asked quietly, as Ziva had just entered.
"No Gibbs. I can't ask them to do that…"
"Abby, we all care about you. If you need someone, just tell me." Gibbs said, still in hushed tones.
"Can't I just stay here?" She asked quietly.
Gibbs shook his head. "I'm sending Tony home with you tonight."
"But!" Abby protested.
"Unless you'd rather go home alone."
"You're evil Gibbs." Abby stated before sitting in the extra chair at the side of the bull pen.
Gibbs pulled out his phone to call Tony.
"Hello Abby." Ziva greeted. "How are you?"
"Fabulous." She said through gritted teeth.
Ziva gave her a look that clearly said, 'uh huh… sure', but Abby ignored it.
Almost immediately Tony arrived in the squadroom. "You ready?" He asked Abby.
"Yes…" She grumbled standing up. "See you tomorrow Gibbs." She muttered as they made their way to the elevator.
"Tony?" Abby asked while they were in the elevator.
"Yes Abby?" He replied almost instantaneously.
"If I had asked you to come with me, instead of Gibbs, would you have?"
Tony looked at her in disbelief. "Of course Abby! What makes you think I wouldn't have?"
"I don't know… But why? Why would you?"
"Abby, you have to ask?" He was almost in shock from disbelief.
"What, is it because we're friends?" She asked slightly shaking her head.
"No Abby, you aren't my friend." He said, without thinking. Abby was getting ready to throw him down the elevator shaft when he continued. "You're more than that. You're like my sister." Abby's eyes widened. "You're always saying it yourself. The team is a family. And families help each other. You should never be afraid of us Abs. We'll always love you."
Abby half smiled. "Thanks Tony."
"No Problem Abs." He replied as the elevator opened. Abby was stepping out when he grabbed her shoulder. "Abby?"
"What?" She asked wondering what had stopped him.
"You remember that letter? The one you caught me reading?" He asked, embarrassed.
Abby, taking a moment to respond decided it was best to tell the truth. "Yes."
"What was the whole year thing about?"
She took in a deep breath. "I can't tell you Tony. I'm sorry."
"Abby!" He whined. "I've been dying over here!"
"Tony, you know I would tell you if I could! But I can't!"
"Well…In a year can I know?" He asked, wondering if he may have found somewhere to get information.
"Yes… But in the meantime…Could you not ask about it?" She asked looking hurt.
Tony confused, and still very much wanting to know what the letter was about, decided it was probably best to agree. "Sure Abs."
"Thanks Tony." She said giving him a hug. "Could we get going now? My feet are starting to hurt a bit."
"Sure Abs." Tony replied heading to the car, with Abby right behind him.
Once they were in the car on the way home, it was a rather quiet drive, until they got caught in traffic, and Abby finally decided upon something.
"You know something Tony?" She said, not expecting an answer. "I think that's my rule number one."
"What is?" He asked curiously, not taking his eyes off the road.
"The team is a family, abandonment not permitted." She stated clearly.
"Sounds good to me!"
Author's Note: Okay, I know it has a horrible ending, but I've been working forever trying to find an ending point! So… that's why you get a semi-pathetic ending. The next chapter should be up in the next couple of days! REVIEW!