Several hours later almost everyone was still at the hospital, though some people had wandered off. Jimmy and Sarah now occupied the couch, which had been abandoned by Ziva and Tony who were on a coffee run. Gibbs was now talking to Ducky about autopsies for the Sagies and both Vance and Jeremy, who didn't have as close of relationships with the team, had left. Mcgee was still in the same place, talking to Abby.

"It just seems so unreal…" Tim said.

"What does?" Abby asked as she took a sip of water.

"The fact that you still love me." He said with a grim look. "I thought you wouldn't love me when I came back…" He admitted.

"Timmy, I could never not love you." Abby said quietly. "Oh hi Brad." Abby greeted him.

"Hi Abby." Brad greeted. "I just thought I should come check up on you. I assume you're doing fine."

"Yes. The pain is mostly gone, but there is still a bit at the base of my spine." Abby reported.

"Well it should go away." Brad said marking something on his clipboard. He was about to speak again when he heard a crash behind him.

"No…way…" Tony said airily.

"Tony!" Ziva cried looking at the three coffees now covering the floor.

"IT'S BRAD PITT!" Tony said excitedly.

Brad turned around. "Tony!" He greeted. "Nice to see you when you're not turning blue." He said with a laugh.

Ziva sneered and put down the coffee she was carrying. "You should get someone to clean this up before someone slips on it." Ziva said pointing to the coffee on the floor.

"Yeah yeah…" Tony said waving his hand. "We really should do something sometime." Tony said to Brad.

"Well I'll be off duty this weekend…" Brad replied.

"AUGH!" A scream came from the doorway followed by a thud.

Ziva rushed over to help Jeremy up. "Sorry about that… Tony's fault." She said as a now coffee covered Jeremy attempted to wring out his jacket.

"I don't want to know… Anyway, Director Vance says you all have the rest of the week off." Jeremy reported.

"SWEET!" Came from Tony, who had just finished making plans with Brad to go see a movie that weekend. Gibbs turned to Ducky to make plans for the rest of the week.

Abby looked rather sad. "Abby?" Tim asked quietly.

"I don't want to stay home all week…" Abby pouted.

"Well, if you think about it, Gibbs probably would have made you stay home anyway. So this is actually a good thing since I'll be home too." He said giving her hand a squeeze.

"So?" Abby replied curtly. "It's not like I can do anything. I'll just have to sit around…"

"And I'll sit with you." Tim replied.

"No you won't." Abby said sadly. "You'll work on your book or something like that…"

"Abby!" Tim cried in disbelief. "You think that after not seeing the one person I love most for three months, I would rather work on a book than spend a week with her?"

It took Abby a minute to reply. "I guess so?"

Before Tim could reply Sarah spoke up. "Abby when do you want to come get your stuff?" She asked.

Tim gave Abby a look clearly saying he didn't understand what was going on, Abby gave him a 'I'll explain later' look back. "Uh… Sometime this week. I'll call." Abby replied.

"Your stuff?" Tim asked quietly.

"Yeah… I've sort of been staying at Sarah's…" Abby said quietly.

"But the writing program…" Tim thought aloud.

"She refused to go." Abby replied.

Tim turned to look at Sarah. "She's really something…" He said quietly. "Abby are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked suddenly.

"With what?" Abby asked, not sure what he meant.

"With… you know…me…" He said, unsure of himself.

"Timmy, I couldn't care less what happened when you were gone. Whatever you did, and I don't want to know, I'm sure you did it because you had to." Abby promised. "And I love you."

"I love you too." He replied, and he kissed her quickly.

"Well, everything looks fine…" Brad interrupted. "You should be able to go home tomorrow." He said with a smile. "I'll call you Tony." He said as he walked out the door.

"So Abby?" Palmer asked awkwardly from across the room.

Based on Sarah's expression, whatever he was planning on saying would be rather interesting. "Yes Jimmy?" Abby asked, not sure whether she wanted to know what he had to say.

Sarah was having a rather difficult time of stifling giggles as he asked, "What does it feel like to be pregnant?"

Abby gave an appraising look toward the couch. She couldn't decide if he was actually curious, or if Sarah had put him up to it. Either way it was weird, and she didn't want to deal with it. "I don't know why don't you try it!" Abby replied curtly.

"You don't… Why don't I? Huh?" Palmer replied, looking alarmed.

"Hey yeah!" Tony chimed in. "Think about it Palmer. If you were pregnant…then think of what you could do." He said moving his hand in front of him as if to paint a picture. Palmer looked up dreamily.

"Yeah…" He said airily.

"And… You'd finally accomplish your dream." Tony pointed out. "You would definitely be on Oprah."

Palmer appeared to be daydreaming, but he responded. "Yeah…" He said quietly. "Yeah!" He said a bit louder.

Suddenly Tony felt a hand smack the back of his head. "Ow! Hey! What was that for?"

"That… Was for making Palmer someone no one wants to know." Gibbs said before walking out of the room shaking his head.

Palmer was lazily staring out the window when Ziva came back into the room, with a much drier Jeremy. "What's wrong with Palmer?" She asked as she took a standing position next to Tony.

"He's thinking about getting pregnant." Tony said simply, which caused Ziva to choke on her coffee.

"He's WHAT?" Ziva coughed.

"Palmer is thinking about putting a bun in his oven." Tony said again.

"I don't even understand that. Bun in the oven? I mean really, how does it make sense..." Ziva started, before realizing the point of the conversation. "What happened to make him, want to be pregnant?"

"He wants to be on Oprah." Tony said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Palmer suddenly snapped back into reality. "Tony how am I supposed to get pregnant?" He asked, obviously perplexed.

"Oh there was this great movie… Junior, made in 1994. They were testing drugs, and they tried it on a man… Dr. Hesse, and he got pregnant… It was a great movie…" Tony started into a movie rant.

Ziva raised her eyebrows, but decided she didn't want to know.

"Mr. Palmer I would assume that with the amount of medical school you've been through, you would know a male can not carry a child." Ducky said, obviously concerned.

"Huh…But…I… baby…" Palmer stuttered.

Sarah who had remained silent through the entire conversation finally spoke up. "I think he needs sleep."

"As do I." Ducky said. "However, I do not have my car here. I arrived in a vehicle that is now in the evidence garage." He pointed out.

"Tony, we should take them back to NCIS." Ziva said. "That way they can take their cars home."

"We won't all fit…" Tony said. "We can't fit me, you, Palmer, Ducky, Gibbs, and Jeremy into one car."

"Oh I brought my car…" Jeremy piped up.

"You mind taking Gibbs?" Tony asked. "He probably would kill Palmer right now…" Tony was eyeing Palmer, who had continued to dreamily stare out the window.

"Sure…" Jeremy said, not looking super enthusiastic.

"We're heading out." Tony said to Mcgee quietly, noting Abby had fallen asleep.

"Okay. I'll tell Abby you said bye." Tim said smiling. Tony turned to follow the others out but stopped when he heard Tim's voice again. "And Tony…Thank you."

"No problem." Tony said with a smile before making his final exit.

"Ow!" Tim cried, as he stood up rubbing his head. "Abby! That shoe hit me in the head!"

Abby turned from the closet looking rather angry. "None… of these shoes… fit." She said through gritted teeth.

After a good break from work, they were finally getting ready for another Monday. "Abby, your feet haven't been swelling, just your ankles." Tim pointed out.

"Yes Timmy, but I wear boots… Which just so happen to cover my ankles." She pointed out angrily.

"Don't you have anything else?" Tim asked checking his head for damage.

Abby pulled out an old pair of white and red canvas sneakers. "These." She said through gritted teeth.

"Then wear those." He said as he pulled on his blazer.

"They're hideous!" Abby exclaimed.

Tim groaned. "Abby no one cares." He said as he walked out of the room.

"GET BACK HERE!" Abby screamed. When she didn't receive an answer she stormed to the kitchen. "Timothy Mcgee, I need your input whether you want to give it or not." She said sternly.

"Abby. I already told you, you need to go shopping." Tim said sipping his coffee.

"I don't wanna!" She whined.

"Abby, you're going to ruin your clothes stretching them out. Why won't you buy maternity clothes?" Tim asked, opening the fridge.

"Because Timothy, they're ugly." Abby said moving toward the coffee pot.

"STOP!" Tim said, not turning around. "No coffee." He said sternly.

"But Tim…" Abby whined.

"Abby, it's bad for the baby. Now you are going to go shopping with Sarah today, you understand?" Tim said pulling out two eggs.

"Why today?" Abby asked, moving toward the fridge.

"Because my family's coming tonight." Tim said calmly.

"WHAT?" Abby screeched slamming the refrigerator door shut.

"Abby I told you last night at dinner my parents are coming tonight." Tim insisted.

"When?" She asked, aggravated.

"When you were eating your mee…" Tim said patiently.

Abby groaned. "Don't tell me stuff when I'm eating pan-fried noodles! I'm not really paying attention!"

"Well, whether you knew it or not, they're coming." Tim said as he flipped his omelet.

"And I have to go shopping?" Abby asked quietly. Tim nodded. "Fine." She said re-slamming the door, having retrieved a yogurt.

"Good Girl." Tim said giving her a peck on the cheek. "You're going this afternoon, which you have off."

"What? Tim! I don't want any more time off work! I'm behind as it is!" Abby cried slamming her spoon into her yogurt, splattering it across the kitchen.

"Abby, calm down… Great, now we have to change." He said standing up. "Come on." He said a bit harsher than intended.

"Uhn-uh." Abby said folding her arms.

"Abby, now!" He demanded.

"NO!"

"Abby…" He warned, but she stayed put. "Abigail Marie Sciuto Mcgee, you are going to go change clothes and then you are going to go get in my car, and we are going to go to work. Do you understand me?"

Abby, finally admitting defeat, got up and walked back to the bedroom.

Tim, after cleaning up the kitchen walked to the bedroom, armed with several tactics to get Abby into the car as soon as possible. "Abby…" He started as he walked through the door, but he stopped at the sight of Abby, curled in a ball, crying. He squatted down next to her and rubbed her back gently. "Abby, what's wrong?" He asked softly.

"Nothing fits…" Abby said through her tears.

"Well Abby, I've been telling you your clothes were looking rather tight… and you do have a person growing inside of you…" Tim pointed out. "Wait here." He said quietly and he headed for the closet.

He returned with a black pair of basketball shorts and a grey MIT tee. "Here Abs." He said handing her his clothing.

"Thanks…" Abby said quietly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry Tim. I don't know why…" She started but he put his finger to her lips.

"It's fine Abby." He said with a smile. "But we have to leave… like now. We're already going to be late."

Abby pulled on the shirt and shorts quickly as Tim changed. "Ready?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah…" Abby said just as softly. "Tim?" Abby said grabbing his attention just before they went through the front door. "I don't feel…so…good…" She said turning rather green.

Tim, sighing, closed the door and followed Abby back into the house, where she lay down onto the couch, trying to settle her stomach. "I'm going to go call Gibbs…" Tim said quietly, before heading to the kitchen to retrieve a bowl.

Eventually Tim and Abby made it to work, but not before the team left for the morning. Which left them with several crates worth of evidence to sift through.

"So…" Tim said as he followed Abby into her lab.

"What?" Abby asked irritably, searching for her lab coat.

"What do you want me to do?" Tim asked pulling on a pair of gloves.

"Honestly, I want you to jump off a cliff." Abby replied, earning an extremely alarmed look from Tim. "But since I assume you mean as far as evidence goes… So take anything organic, I don't want to deal with that today, hey have you seen my lab coat?"

"Uh… no." Tim replied, searching for anything marked with an 'O'.

"If Palmer 'borrowed' it again…" Abby said as she stormed out of the lab to Autopsy.

"PALMER!" She shrieked as she entered causing him to jump out of his chair.

"Yes…?" He asked, seemingly terrified.

"What did you do with my lab coat?"

"Uhm… Well about that. See Ryan, some friend of yours came in this morning and asked if he could borrow it. He said you guys were like best friends so I let him." Palmer said, turning paler with every breath.

Abby deciding it wasn't worth killing over, clenched her teeth and shook her head. "You're a moron." She said before heading back upstairs.

"Did you find it Abs?" Tim asked as she stormed back into the lab.

"No." Abby said simply as she angrily snapped on a pair of gloves.

"Abby…" Tim said, unsure of what had happened.

"Not in the mood right now." Abby replied grabbing a shirt to scan for fingerprints.

"Abby, what happened." He asked quietly as he wrapped his arm around her waist, his hands resting on her slightly swollen stomach.

"Palmer's a moron…" Abby said, typing away.

"Well I already knew that…" Tim replied.

"Oh but you don't know that he gave Ryan my lab coat." Abby said irritably.

Tim's grip loosened just enough for Abby to slip away. "Ryan as in… Ryan?" Tim asked, looking ready to attack.

"Yes Tim as in that Ryan." Abby replied pulling the shirt from the fingerprint scanner.

"You're still talking to him!" He asked, starting to steam.

"Not by choice! He keeps showing up here!" Abby said irritated. "It's not like I'm asking him to come and take my stuff!"

"I guess you wouldn't…." Tim said, calming down a bit.

"You." Abby started, obviously amused. "You were jealous!" Abby said letting a smile slip.

"I was not!" Tim protested.

"Were too!" Abby replied with a smirk. "Tim is jealous, of a guy I broke up with because of him! You do realize how ridiculous that is don't you?"

Tim blushed, something he rarely did. "Sorry…" he muttered.

"You better be." Abby said, giving him a quick kiss. "I'll be right back." She said quickly, heading to the door.

"Where are you going?" Tim asked carefully.

"To go pee!" Abby replied irritated.

"But you just…" Tim protested

"Trust me Tim, if you had a person pushing on your bladder twenty-four seven, you would have to pee all the time too." Abby replied, as she walked out the door.

"Hey Mcdaddy." Tony said as he waltzed into the lab. "When did you get here?"

"About twenty minutes ago." Tim replied, grabbing a bag from the evidence bin.

"Oooh Bossman might just wring your neck…" Tony said with a smile. "Where were you?"

"For your information, I was in the bathroom." Tim replied curtly.

"All morning?" Tony asked in disgust, but regretted it when he felt a palm strike the back of his head. "Sorry boss."

"How's Abby?" Gibbs asked Tim quietly, as to keep Tony from invading on their conversation.

"Uh… Well she's better than this morning, as far as the whole nauseated thing… but her mood's not better. I suggest you don't comment on her…" Tim started.

"Abby what are you wearing!" Tony cried as Abby came back into the lab.

"Clothes." Tim finished a bit too late. He could see the tear starting to form in Abby's eyes. "Abby… he didn't mean…" Tim tried to comfort her shooting Tony a 'thanks a lot' look.

After a moment, Abby started screaming. "OUT! EVERYONE OUT!" She screamed. Tony fled immediately, Gibbs shortly behind but Tim stayed. "Get out!" She growled.

"No Abby." Tim replied softly. "You need to calm down." He said sitting down on the floor.

"Go away!" Abby whined.

"Come here." Tim retorted, patting his leg softly. She sat down on his lap and nuzzled into his neck. "Abby…" He said quietly. "Abby… Shhh… Everything's going to be just fine…" He comforted.

Abby mumbled something into his chest. "I'm sorry Abs, I can't hear you." Tim whispered into her ear.

"That's easy for you to say." Abby said looking livid.

"Abby, I think you need another day. Why don't you go out early with Sarah, then go home and rest?" Tim suggested.

"No!" Abby replied. "Gibbs won't let me!"

"Oh yes Gibbs will." Gibbs said coming in quietly. "In fact he orders you to."

Abby looked up, with a frown. "Abby says she won't." Abby replied through clenched teeth.

"Well… Abby's doing it anyway." Gibbs said helping her up. "Go ahead and leave. I'm sure we can handle things here for one more day without you." Abby was about to protest when he started again. "You are going to have to go on maternity leave Abby, we should gradually get used to taking care of your work." Gibbs said, ending the argument.

"Fine." Abby replied with a grimace.

"Abby?" Tim asked noting her pained expression.

"I'm fine Tim." Abby replied, kissing him softly. "I'll see you tonight."

"You're taking good care of her." Gibbs said.

Tim unable to decide if it was a question or a statement, replied as if It had been a question. "I'm trying as hard as I can…"

"No, Tim that wasn't a question. You are taking good care of her." Gibbs interrupted.

"Thanks. Uh Boss, I've been meaning to ask you about something." Tim said.

"Okay." Gibbs replied, waiting for information.

"This guy…" Tim was about to ask about Ryan, when none other than Ryan Jenkins walked in holding Abby's lab coat.

"What are you doing here?" Tim asked angrily.

"What are you doing here?" Ryan asked, shocked.

"Well, my wife works here." Tim replied, fuming.

"I thought you were…" Ryan started but thought better of it. "I was just bringing this back. I wanted to get her a new one." Ryan said with a smile, obviously meaning he was hoping to win Abby back.

"Get out." Gibbs demanded grabbing the lab coat from Ryan's now white knuckles.

"Uh… no." Ryan replied, obviously not intending to leave.

"GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!" Gibbs ordered. "And if I ever see you again I will personally make sure you spend a good amount of your life behind bars."

"You can't…"

"Watch me." Gibbs challenged. "You realize how sick I think you are, wanting to win back your ex-girlfriend, who is now married and expecting her first child?"

"Uh… maybe I should go." Ryan said, eying Gibbs' gun.

"That's a good idea." Gibbs said pointing to the door, which Ryan all but ran out.

"Thanks." Tim said quietly.

"No problem. I've been wanting to talk to him for a while now… Well don't just stand there! GET TO WORK!"

Author's Note: Originally this chapter was going to be… about twice this long, but I decided that, that was a bit long. So I'm splitting it. I already have the next chapter planned, just need to write it. It should only take a few days! Please REVIEW!