"Abby!" Gibbs cried, running through the bathroom door. Suddenly he was faced with a choice. He could either rush to help Abby, and be shot. Or pull out his sig and guarantee neither him nor Abby, were in danger. Choosing the obvious of the two he pulled his gun and shot directly at the man's head, immediately afterward rushing to Abby's aid.
"Abby are you alright?" He asked quickly. Abby shook her head but she couldn't speak. "Abby, point to where it hurts." Gibbs pleaded trying to help her. Abby pointed to her left shoulder, where Gibbs could see a bullet had grazed. He ripped off a strip of fabric from his shirt and started putting pressure on the wound. "Come on Abs, I'm taking you to Ducky." He said as he scooped her up off the floor.
The elevator 'dinged' as Gibbs and Abby reached autopsy. "Abby!" Tim cried as soon as he saw her. "What happened?" He asked, worried.
"Not Now… Ducky!" Gibbs called into autopsy.
"Yes Jeth…" Ducky started turning around. "Bring her here." He directed suddenly. "Mr. Palmer, my bag? What happened Jethro?"
"Someone attacked Abby in the bathroom." Gibbs said. "I don't know exactly what happened." He admitted.
"It's not a horribly bad injury, however you are losing blood, so I will need to treat it." Ducky explained calmly to Abby. Abby nodded in response. Ducky quietly stitched and dressed the wound while the others talked.
"Who was in the bathroom?" Tony asked quickly.
"I don't know Tony, as soon as we were safe I focused on Abby." Gibbs replied.
"Take Mcgee up with you and try to figure it out." Tony suggested.
"Good idea DiNozzo." Gibbs said and they both turned to leave.
"Wait!" Abby called quietly.
"Abby I'll be right back." Tim promised.
"No… I need to tell you what he said…" Abby explained, she was slipping further and further from reality every second. Tim nodded and Abby continued. "Whoever it was, they said you'd broke his daughter's heart."
"Saar." Tim said quickly before giving Abby a gentle kiss. "I'll be right back." He promised, following Gibbs upstairs.
When they reached the bathroom they found it the way Gibbs had left it. "Gibbs…" Tim started.
"What is it Mcgee?" Gibbs asked pulling out his phone.
"That's not Saar." He said with a confused expression on his face.
Gibbs who had yet to have his call connected slammed the phone shut. "Who's downstairs on protection?" He asked hurriedly.
"Just Tony." Tim said.
"Go!" Gibbs instructed, while re-dialing his phone. Finally his call went through.
"This better be important Agent Gibbs." Director Vance answered.
"Abby was attacked." Gibbs started, earning his right to continue. "Someone came in and said that her husband had broke his daughter's heart, and he was going to do the same to him."
"Saar." Vance said as if it were obvious.
"That's just it, it wasn't." Gibbs explained.
"Where?" Vance asked immediately.
"Women's room near the squadroom." Gibbs replied.
"I'll have a team there as soon as possible." Vance said before hanging up.
Meanwhile in the squadroom, Ziva had shown up with the food. "Where'd they go?" Ziva asked Jeremy who was working away at his computer.
"Bathroom." He said not paying much attention.
Ziva put the food on her desk and rushed for the nearest women's room, she wasn't expecting what she found.
"Gibbs what happened?" She asked quickly.
"Ziva you need to be down in Autopsy, we need as much protection detail on Abby as we can get." Gibbs directed.
"Is Abby okay?" Ziva tried again.
Gibbs looked up from where he was waiting on the floor. "Well if you were in Autopsy, like I told you to be, you'd know now wouldn't you." Gibbs replied.
"Right." Ziva said rushing for the elevator.
"Abby…Abby?" Ducky was trying to bring Abby back to consciousness. Finally Abby's eyes fluttered open. "Good to have you back Abigail." Ducky said softly.
Abby, who had just had the day's events flow back to her, appeared to be in extreme amounts of pain. "Tim?" She asked quietly and he rushed over to her.
"Abby." He greeted softly with a smile. "You're fine." He assured her.
Suddenly something dawned on Abby, "Ducky is the baby okay?" Her face looked terrified.
"The baby is fine Abigail." Ducky assured from across the room, where he was writing his incident report.
Abby sighed in relief, and then turned to face Tim. "I missed you."
"Abby of course you did. I'm so sorry you had to go through this without me." Tim said gesturing toward her slightly swollen abdomen.
"Timmy, it's not your fault." Abby said, sensing the guilt in his voice.
"Yes Abby… It is. I never should have left you, and now you and our baby are in danger, and it's all my fault." Tim said, tears threatening to fall.
"No Timmy." She said suddenly turning toward Tony. "It's not your fault. It's this idiot's." She said pointing to Tony.
Tony looked up from the floor. "Abby…" He started.
"No Tony, I'm sick of you. You act like everything's about you, and it's not!" Abby was obviously furious.
"Abby I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"I'm sorry my…" Abby started.
"Anthony, would you accompany me to go talk to Jethro?" Ducky interrupted.
"My pleasure." Tony replied through gritted teeth.
Abby stuck her tongue out at him as he left. "Abby isn't that a bit childish?" Tim asked.
"No." Abby replied sulkily.
Tim smiled and sat down next to her on the autopsy table. "Come here." He said quietly as he gently pulled her into his lap. "You know you're not mad at Tony." Tim said as he rubbed her back.
"I am too." Abby pouted.
"And are you mad at me?" Tim asked with a smile on his face.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am Timothy." She replied.
"Then why aren't you yelling at me?" Tim asked confused.
"Because Timothy." Abby replied as if it were obvious. "I might be mad at you, but that doesn't mean I don't love you anymore."
"Well how about Tony? Don't you still love him?" Tim asked carefully.
"No." Abby said with a stern face.
Tim decided now wasn't the time to push it further and resorted to the comfortable silence of the room.
That silence was almost immediately interrupted by Ziva rushing in. "What happened?" She cried as she entered Autopsy armed with a paper bag from the cafeteria.
"Don't worry Ziva, she's fine." Tim assured her as she ran over to Abby.
Despite what she'd just been told she looked at Abby. "Are you all right?"
"Like Tim said, I'm fine Ziva." Abby said, shifting uncomfortably in Tim's arms.
"What happened?" Ziva tried again.
"Someone attacked Abby." Tim explained. "She had to throw up and so Gibbs waited outside of the restroom, and someone attacked her while in there."
"That's…crawly…" Ziva said with a shudder.
"Creepy… Creepy Ziva." Palmer said from across the room.
"Same thing!" Ziva claimed.
"Not really…" Palmer said and he sat there contemplating.
"Tim?" Abby asked quietly.
"Yes Abs?" He asked immediately.
"Can we go home?" She asked.
No Abs, you can't. Gibbs said as he walked quickly into autopsy. "You're in protective custody until we catch this dirtbag."
"Gibbs…" Abby started to complain.
"Abby, I know you want to go home, but it's for your safety." Gibbs said sympathetically. "It's also for your safety that Tim needs to leave."
Tim's head snapped up, and he shook it. "Boss I can't…"
"Tim, Saar will expect you to stay with Abby. He'll be looking for you, not her." Gibbs said quietly.
"Abby… I have to go…" Tim whispered into her ear.
"Tim no!" Abby cried.
"I'm sorry Abby…" Tim said quietly and he stood up to leave.
"TIM!" Abby called after him before punching the autopsy table. She inhaled sharply, and pulled her hand back.
"Abby are you alright?" Palmer asked from his seat across the room. Ziva rushed over and started attempting to separate her fingers.
"Ow… Ow… OW!" Abby cried, and Ziva stopped.
"Jimmy… Go get Ducky… Tell him Abby broke her hand." Ziva instructed.
Palmer stifled a laugh as he headed to get Ducky.
"Doctor Mallard." He asked, still grinning slightly.
"What is so funny Mr. Palmer?" Ducky asked looking irritated.
"Uhm… Abby… Abby broke her hand…" He said, trying desperately not to laugh.
Ducky took a deep breath before replying. "What did Jethro do?"
"He said Mcgee had to go… And Abby got mad, and punched the Autopsy table she was sitting on." Palmer explained.
Ducky, looking as mad as anyone had ever seen him, got up and went down to autopsy. "Abigail why do you insist on being continually difficult?" Ducky asked as he entered autopsy.
Abby looked up from where she was sitting startled. "Ducky… What's wrong?" She asked confused.
"What's wrong Abigail, is that you are making it impossible for me to get anything done right now, and I need to get a lot done." Ducky replied, impatiently.
Abby looked down, hiding the tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry Ducky." She said quietly.
"Honestly Abigail you're acting like a child. You should have better control of your…" Ducky stopped. He had completely forgotten. How? He didn't know. But he had forgotten that this wasn't the normal in control Abby he was talking to. This was the pregnant, extremely hormonal Abby. "Abby I'm sorry." Ducky said as he wrapped her hand.
"It's my fault." Abby said, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"No Abby, it's not… I forgot. You weren't particularly acting by choice." Ducky said. "I remember when my sister had her first child. She was extremely hormonal, within one day she broke nearly everything in the house!"
Abby smiled slightly, but her head remained down. "There you are Abigail." Ducky said. "I can't fix it as well as I'd like to, I'll still have you go to Bethesda as soon as possible, but this should hold you for now."
"Thank you Ducky." Abby said softly. "I'd hug you, but my shoulder might not enjoy that…"
Ducky smiled. "It's the thought that counts Abigail. You should get some rest dear." He suggested, then he turned to Ziva who was waiting by the door. "I'll send Tony back down."
Moments later Tony came in quietly, holding Bert, a blanket, and a foam pad. "Hey Abby." Tony greeted.
Abby smiled, but didn't say anything. Tony motioned for her to stand up, and she did so slowly. He set up the autopsy table so it was a suitable place for Abby to rest. "There you go Abby." He said, as he helped her up.
"Thanks Tony." Abby said quietly. "And all those things I said…"
Tony waved his hands to make her stop. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said with a smile.
Tony was heading to go talk to Ziva when he heard something. "Did you hear that?" He asked quietly.
"No…" Abby replied from her makeshift bed.
"Yes." Ziva said, removing her gun from its holster. "Tony come here…" Ziva said quietly.
"What?" He asked, as he drew his own gun and headed toward Ziva.
"That is not usually there, no?" Ziva asked pointing to a metal box.
"Definitely Not." Tony replied inching toward it.
"Tony, don't touch it! It could be a bomb." Ziva hissed.
"Don't be silly Ziva it's not a…" Tony started but he stopped when he heard a faint beep. "ZIVA IT'S A BOMB!" Tony cried.
"Tony! You idiot!" Ziva said through gritted teeth as the beeps became louder and closer together. "It's sound activated…Get Abby." She directed. "Hurry."
Tony rushed across the room and carefully picked up Abby. He headed for the elevator, but Ziva shook her head. "Stairs." She whispered as she carefully examined the box.
Tony gave her a pained expression. "Ziva… Abby's gained like…ten pounds…" He complained. Abby gave him a dirty look, but he didn't notice.
"Go." Ziva hissed.
Tony reluctantly pulled the door to the stairs open. "Do you want me to get anyone?"
"Just get Abby to safety first." Ziva instructed as she carefully clicked open the box.
Suddenly there was a loud beep followed by a crash. Tony, by reflex pulled the door shut quickly. He could feel debris slamming against the door, making him wonder how well the door would hold up. Suddenly the door flew out from behind him, and Ziva came into the stairwell.
"The bomb didn't go off down here…. That bomb was in Abby's lab." Ziva said quickly.
Abby gave a pained expression. "The lab?" She moaned.
"Come on." Ziva said carefully taking Abby from Tony's arms with ease. "Tony, I don't know what you are complaining about. Abby isn't very heavy. Tony stuck his tongue out, but followed close behind.
About half-way up the stairs they ran into Gibbs. "What happened."
"There was an explosion in Abby's Lab." Ziva said, continuing up the stairs.
"Ziva I can walk…" Abby said quietly.
"Give her here." Gibbs said taking Abby from Ziva.
"Why do I feel like a doll?" Abby asked but no one paid any attention.
"Was it a bomb?" Gibbs asked as they trekked up the stairwell.
"Yes. I think Tony set it off when he yelled…" Ziva said, giving an apologetic glance to Tony.
Reaching their destination Tony opened the door to the squadroom, and Gibbs walked through, carrying an irritated Abby. "Tony, go to Director Vance and tell him we need the building secured. No one gets in or out, and I mean no one." Gibbs said firmly. Tony nodded and ran up yet another flight of stairs. "Ziva, wait here with Abby." Gibbs said as he put her down carefully in his chair. "I need to figure out how they're getting in here…" He said as he walked toward the stairs leaving Abby and Ziva in the squadroom.
Abby sat in the chair she had been deposited to with as much of an angry position she could assemble. She couldn't slouch, her shoulder didn't approve of that, and she couldn't hit anything, she'd already pushed that a bit too far. So she settled for an angered expression.
"Abby what's wrong?" Ziva asked.
"No one's listening to me." Abby pouted.
"I'll listen if you want." Ziva offered, sitting at her own desk.
Abby glanced across the squadroom, Ziva honestly looked like she wanted to help. "It's just, I'm sick of being here, and everyone treating me like I can't do anything."
"Well… Abby between your shoulder, your hand, and your pregnancy, you are pretty limited." Ziva pointed out.
"I know… I also know that I can still voice opinions, and I don't think Tim should have left." Abby said. "I know they think we'll be in the same place, but they might just kill him if they find him. I don't want them just protecting me." Abby explained.
"I understand." Ziva said with a small smile. "I also think that Tim should still be here, but there's nothing we can do now. Gibbs won't let anyone in or out of the building."
Abby's face contorted into a look of extreme pain. "Abby are you all right?" Ziva asked startled.
"Yeah…" Abby replied, her breathing a bit heavy. "I've just been having really bad cramps sometimes. The doctor…. The doctor says it's normal though…" Abby explained.
"Don't you have some sort of painkiller or something?" Ziva asked as she walked across the bullpen.
"Yeah… In my lab…But that's sort of gone… I have some more at Sarah's" Abby said through her pain.
"I'm going to go get it." Ziva said resolutely.
"Ziva… you're forgetting That Gibbs isn't letting anyone leave…" Abby said, obviously growing more uncomfortable.
Ziva spun back to her. "Right..." She said as Abby winced in pain. "Abby are you sure you're okay?" Abby shook her head in response. "I'm getting Gibbs." Ziva said and she ran toward the stairs.
"Gibbs!" Ziva said as she crashed through the door to the Director's office.
"Ziva this better be…" Gibbs started looking extremely angry.
"Abby, something's wrong." Ziva said quickly, causing Gibbs to jump up from his seat and run to the squadroom, Ziva close behind.
"Abby what's wrong?" Gibbs asked quietly as he knelt down in front of her.
"My…lower…stomach…" She said quietly through heavy breaths.
"Ziva get Ducky, I'm calling an ambulance." Gibbs ordered, in a flash Ziva had disappeared again. "Don't worry Abby, everything's going to be just fine. Hello. Yes, I have a friend who is in extreme pain, she's fourteen weeks pregnant…Okay… NCIS headquarters. Tell them Gibbs sent you for Abby. Okay, thank you."
"Tim…" Abby said quietly.
Gibbs as if in realization picked up his phone and called him. "Mcgee? Abby's going to the hospital… I don't know what's wrong… Bethesda… Okay…We'll see you there…" Gibbs said as he hung up the phone. Suddenly his phone rang again. "Yes. Okay… We're in the squadroom." He hung up the phone again. "Abby they're on the Navy Yard… just a couple of minutes…"
It suddenly occurred to him how quickly they had gotten there, normally it wouldn't have been that fast. They must have been nearby. Gibbs reasoned. Suddenly two paramedics rushed through the still opening elevator doors.
"Abby?" One of them said loudly and Gibbs waved him over. "Everything's going to be fine." He said as he loaded her onto a stretcher.
Ducky walked in just then. "What's going on Jethro?" He asked quickly.
"I don't know. You should go with Abby, I'll meet you there." Gibbs instructed.
Ducky followed the paramedics, and climbed into the back of the ambulance. "She should go to Bethesda." Ducky told the driver, who nodded and started the engine. Ducky turned to the two paramedics, one male and one female. He directed his information toward the male who appeared to have more experience. "Abigail has sustained a couple of injuries today, both of which I treated as best I could. Her shoulder has a minor bullet graze, and she broke her hand, punching a metal slab." Ducky said hastily.
"Okay?" The man said with a smile. "I'm sure she'll be fine… As far as I can tell so far neither her or the baby are in danger."
"You've never been more wrong." The woman said with a sneer.
"Excuse me?" The man asked. "Clara, what's going on?"
Suddenly Ducky noted that they had taken a wrong turn. "Excuse me, but she needs to go to Bethesda." Ducky said to the driver, who ignored him.
"All of you are in danger…" The woman said peeling on a pair of latex gloves.
"What do you mean?" The man asked as the woman reached for something behind her. "Clara?"
"Don't call me Clara." The woman hissed. "My name is Aya…" She said looking like a snake. "And you're all About to die."
Author's Note: I feel incredibly evil right now! Cliffhangers are starting to freak me out, even though I know what's about to happen! I'll update soon! PLEASE REVIEW!