Once at home Jethro slammed his hands into the wall. He threw himself onto his couch and held his head in his hands. He cried for almost a half an hour straight before someone knocked on his door.

"Damn it," he hissed and wiped his eyes.

"Who's there?" He asked angrily as he approached the door.

"Jethro, it's Ducky,"

"Now's a bad time, Ducky," Jethro yelled.

"No, now's a perfectly good time, Jethro, open the door!"

Jethro flung open the door. Ducky stared at him, "What do you want, Ducky?"

Ducky's eyes saddened when they reached Jethro's bloodshot blue eyes.

Ducky let himself into Jethro's home. Jethro walked briskly back to the couch and sat down. He resumed his position with his head in his hands. Ducky sat next to him quietly.

"What happened, Jethro?" He asked soothingly.

Jethro made a whining noise, "Why are you here, Ducky?"

"Abby called. She was very upset and she sounded very confused. She asked me to check in on you. She said you were probably not holding up so well. She was right, my boy, what is wrong?"

"I…I told her," Jethro squeaked.

"You told Abby that you love her?" Ducky was shocked.

Jethro nodded and the tears flowed harder.

"And I'm assuming it didn't go well?" He sounded even more surprised.

"No, it went fantastic, Ducky. That's why I'm sitting on my couch crying like a girl…" Jethro spat.

"That's surprising…" Ducky whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"Abby loves you Jethro."

"No, she doesn't. It makes me sick to think that I love her. She's too young for me. I'm a freak. I'm a freak. I'm disgusting…" He cried.

"Jethro! You are a wonderful man. You love a wonderful woman."

"No, I love someone practically young enough to be my daughter…" He whispered.

"Jethro…I haven't seen this look in your eyes since you were with Shannon. You've never looked at another woman like this until Abby. You didn't love your other wives, did you Jethro?"

"I tried…" he breathed.

"But you love Abby, you can't change it."

"It makes me sick, Doctor; it makes me sick to my stomach. Even my heart feels sick when I think about it. It's not right. She has every reason to hate me," Jethro slumped a little farther into the couch.

"I did not think it would go over like this, Jethro,"

"What do you mean?"

"I could have sworn Abby was in love with you. This reaction is so unlike her."

"She…was completely silent. It's like every single word she had ever learned was forgotten…" he sighed.

"Jethro, you need to get some rest. I'm going to go over to Abby's now, alright? You get into bed and don't you think about doing anything stupid," Ducky warned, glaring at Jethro.

Jethro jerked his head and Ducky left his house. Jethro slept through almost all of Christmas day and he had just arrived at work on December 26th. He stopped as he got out of his car. He put his forehead on the door and sighed heavily. His decision was made.