Hey guys! Sorry i've taken so long to update but i had writers block/i was watching Criminal Minds/i had school work/i wrote a tate fic i'm working on/i wrote some other fics i thought of... Sorry

I would like to make a special mention to Amie, Ilona, Debbie, and Elle cause they helped force me into writing.

A big thank you to DramaQueen90 who helped me write the McAbby! (oh and Crystal without whom i wouldn't have had the idea which led to DramaQueen90 helping me write the McAbby)

THIS CHAP IS SET DURING 6x13 Broken Bird!

Chapter 42 – Mountain out of an Ant Hill

Tony lent close to the box, looking it up and down.

"What could it be for McGee? Cookies?"

"Have to a lot of cookies." Laughed Kate,

"Care package from home?" suggested Tony, "Winter clothes? Mittens?"

Kate walked over and lifted the box then dropped it; Tony winced as it fell on his fingers.

"Far too heavy."

Tony pulled his fingers free. "I'm bored." He said straightening up, "I don't wanna play anymore; I don't care."

"I'm opening it." Said Kate,

"Thank God!" Exclaimed Tony walking back over,

"DiNozzo do you think I'd really open McGee's package?"

"Oh goodie they're here!" McGee practically squealed as he walked into the squad room,

"Goodie? Who says goodie?" Asked Tony as McGee ran forward, grabbed a pen and used it to open the box.

"What is it?" Asked Kate,

"This is my Mac SE." Grinned Tim holding an old computer in his hands "got it for my 11th birthday." He put it down carefully, "She's my first."

"That computer is your cousin?" Joked Kate, referring to Tim's MOAS,

Tony laughed but McGee ignored him.

"This is gonna get really strange isn't it?"

"It already is." Said Kate,

* * *

Abby walked into her lab, "Wake up, wake up, wake up! Time for a new day my babies! We have evidence to be processed and killers to be caught!"

She walked around the room turning on her computers and other 'babies' as the phone rang. She skipped over to it and picked it up, "Super Special Forensic Scientist Abigail Sciuto!"

"Abby?" Asked a nervous voice,

"Jimmy?"

"Uh yea."

"What's up Jimmy-Jammy, you back from the scene already?"

"No, we're actually on our way to the hospital, a woman in the crowd attac-"

Abby dropped the phone, one of them was attacked? Were they ok?

"Abby?" She heard the faint noise come from the phone, she picked it up again,

"Sorry; Bert scared me."

"Oh ok, well we're at the hospital and-"

"Who was attacked?"

"What? Oh, Ducky."

"How?"

"He got stabbed."

* * *

The elevator doors opened and Abby stepped out into the corridor, she saw Palmer and walked to him.

"Jimmy. How is Ducky?"

"Multiple superficial lacerations, plus the blade finally imbedded in the mid palmer space. Possibly damaging or even severing flex re-tendons and lumbrical muscles, best case scenario in tales weeks of physical therapy, uh, after reconstructive surgery; he should be out any second now, so." He trailed off,

"So the short answer is;" Said Abby, "He's alive."

"What?" Asked Jimmy, "Oh, uh, yea, yea."

"Because when you hear 'Ducky got stabbed'; you don't necessarily take that part for granted."

"Right, sorry, sorry."

"It's ok."

"You're, uh, very, uh, calm."

"I am." Agreed Abby, nodding slowly, "If I keep going to crazy town every time one of you get hurt, I'm going to have to have my mail forwarded."

Jimmy nodded, "Plus stress isn't really great for the baby."

"Yea."

* * *

Abby sat in McGee's embrace. They were in her lab and Abby was extremely worried about Ducky who had been accused of war crimes.

"McGee I know he didn't do it but that woman says he did. This is like when Tony got framed all over again!"

"Abby come on, this is Ducky; you know as well as the rest of us he's not a war criminal, he wouldn't murder anyone."

"Yea but the evidence says he did and I'm trained to believe evidence! Ducky wouldn't kill anyone. Who would want to frame Ducky? He doesn't have any enemies does he? He's like the gentlest man I've ever known and is kinda like Gibbs' dad, I mean not his actual dad 'cause Gibbs has one which I still can't believe."

"I know Abby, I know." said McGee, "Just try to calm down please? For the baby ok? I'm sure Gibbs will think of something, he's bound to get Ducky off, freed of all charges."

"I can't calm down McGee! Even if Gibbs could we can't prove anything without evidence and we can't do that when it pointing to Ducky!"

"We can't prove he did it either, we just have that woman's word for it; Ducky's not saying anything. Just breathe Abby, it'll all be ok, just breathe, please."

"How do you know everything will be ok? Women lie all the time! We all know that if I said now the baby is really Gibbs', I'd be lying; even though he is kind of hot and has the nicest eyes."

"I know it'll be ok because I can feel it... in my gut. And Jenny would kill you if you said the baby is really Gibbs'."

"Ok fair enough but-"

"Good ...do you really think Gibbs is hot?" Asked McGee looking at Abby now that she had stopped crying,

"Hell yea."

"Urgh, Abby!"

"What McGee? You can't tell me you don't sometimes think Ziva or Kate are hot."

"Abby! Tony would kill me in cold blood if I said either of them are hot, besides they're practically my sisters."

"Ok point taken. But not even secretly?"

"Abby, no!"

"Ok so what do we know other then Ducky is in alot of trouble and you think both Ziva and Kate are hot?"

"Abby! I do not think that either Ziva or Kate are hot."

"Sure and Gibbs never got married."

"Abby!"

"Yes McGee?" Abby asked innocently,

"Kate and Ziva are not hot."

"Well if you say so, but I'm sure Tony would disagree with you."

"Tony finds every woman hot, well, almost every woman."

"Well yea, but they are good looking."

"Abby. Please. Can we not debate if Kate and Ziva are hot?"

Abby sighed, "Fine. So now can I have my decaffeinated Caf-Pow? It's like my super juice."

"You've had like nine of them since lunch."

"Which is good compared to my usual; besides the little tyke is doing fine. I can feel it."

"Abby, I think you've had enough for today, ok, I'm sure there's something else in them just as bad as caffeine."

"Wanna bet? I can test it right here right now."

McGee rolled his eyes. "Ok, I give up. Let's go get you a DeCaf-Pow."

* * *

When Gibbs got home that night he walked straight up the stairs to his bedroom, all he could think of was sleep.

"Jethro?"

"Hey Jen." He whispered as he stripped down to his boxers and climbed into the bed.

Jenny rolled over to face Gibbs and kissed him softly, "I love you Jethro."

Jethro smiled and placed his arms around her, "I love you too Jen."

"Do you ever…" Jenny stoped,

"What?"

"Don't worry."

"Do I ever what Jen?"

"No, it's silly."

"Tell me."

Jenny sighed and avoided Gibbs' gaze, "Do you ever think about kids?"

"Jen?"

"I knew it was stupid."

"It's not stupid Jen."

"Do you think we'll ever have children Jethro?"

"If it happens, it happens, but I don't think we could handle the stress of trying."

Jenny smiled, "Thank you."

"What for?"

"For being you."

Jethro laughed, and kissed Jenny's temple.

"Night Jen."

"Night Jethro."

* * *

Like McGee had predicted, Gibbs managed to prove Ducky's innocence and Ducky was freed of all charges.

Abby woke to the smell of pancakes; she grinned as she sat up and pulled on one of McGee's old MIT t-shirts. She walked into the kitchen and kissed Tim on the cheek.

"Morning Timmy!"

"Hey Abby."

"How did you know I'm craving pancakes?"

"Because when I woke up you were asking me to make pancakes in your sleep."

Abby laughed, "Thanks Timmy." She kissed his cheek again then sat down at the table waiting.

McGee finished stacking Abby's plate of pancakes and poured Maple Syrup over them, he walked over and placed the plate in front of Abby and sat down with his own before starting to eat.

Abby looked down at her plate and burst into tears.

"Abby what's wrong?"

Abby just continued to cry.

"Abby?"

"H-how can you n-n-not know?!" Cried Abby,

"Not know what?"

Abby glared at McGee through her tears, "I DON'T LIKE MAPLE SYRUP!"

"What? Since when?"

"Since my snotty brother poured maple syrup in my hair when I was twelve!"

"Oh, would you, uh, would you like me to make you some more pancakes?" Asked McGee tentatively,

"NO! No just get out McGee."

"What?"

"Get out."

"Abby?"

"Get out of my apartment!"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"YES!" Screamed Abby, "NOW GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT!"

yes i know im evil as debbie has told me i'm a bitch, lol

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