"Right here?" His voice cracked.
"Yes."
"Come with me," his voice was venomous now.
He dragged Abby into an interrogation room roughly.
"Why are you doing this? I would have talked to you,"
"When?! On Gibbs' time?! I don't have time for your time anymore."
"Abby, you better have a damn good reason…"
"Jethro, I'm pregnant. I fucking hope that's a good enough reason…" She spun on her heel and left the room and walked back out to her friends.
"Do you know what you're doing to him, Abby?" Ducky, who had now joined them, asked quietly.
She gazed at him, bleary eyed.
"You're asking him to rip open every wound he's spent years trying to heal,"
"He has too," She whispered.
"Why? Why right now? Why?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Oh, my, did you just tell Jethro this?"
Abby nodded and Ducky hurried past her into the interrogation observation room. Abby followed him.
Ducky flipped on the volume. Jethro was having a mental breakdown.
"NO! What have I done!? What did I do? I can't do this," Tears were streaming down his pain-stricken face. He was doubled over, leaning on the table with his fists.
Ducky left observation and went into the interrogation room. He grabbed Jethro roughly, slinging his right arm under his neck. Jethro was resisting but he was in too much pain. His defenses failed and he began to cry, clinging to Ducky's arm for dear life.
Jethro slid away from Ducky and sat on the table, "Abby's mine?" he cried.
"Yes, Abby's yours."
"The…the baby. The baby's mine?" He choked.
"Well, Jethro, I can't actually answer that, but I'm assuming, yes, the baby's yours," He eyed him carefully.
Jethro swiftly left the interrogation room. He didn't wipe his eyes, he wasn't hiding anything anymore.
His colleagues, his friends, turned to face him with a look of distinct sadness on their faces.
"I want you to meet my family, my previous family…" He breathed, several tears falling from his blue eyes.
"Follow me," He ordered and drove alone in his car to the cemetery where his wife and daughter were buried. Abby was riding with Ducky.
Jethro walked silently and somewhat reluctantly through the cemetery. He was weaving through the pathways and headstones. It seemed like he was taking the long way.
Then, he stopped, and peered down at two shiny markers.
"This is my wife, Shannon," he pointed to the one on his left, "And this is my…daughter….Kelly," He choked.
Gibbs struggled to regain control of his emotions, "They were murdered when…when I was away, serving in Desert Storm. They were under witness protection because Shannon'd witnessed a drug deal murder. The defendant shot the driver through the windshield while they were driving. My wife and…my Kelly, my baby girl, died in the crash." He hadn't turned to face them. Tears were slowly dripping off his nose and onto the grass.
"What did they look like?" Tony questioned.
"Shannon had uh – red hair. It was long and wavy sort of. More straight though. She had beautiful eyes. They were blue-green, but mostly blue. Her face was perfect, like porcelain. Her nose was small and straight. Kelly had brown hair. She had blue eyes. She had darker toned skin than Shannon. Her hair was real long too. It was down to her elbows. It was wavy too," Gibbs stopped talking and dug out his wallet from his pocket.
Gibbs wiped the tears away from his nose as he dug through his wallet. In the back of the pictures, the very back, he pulled out a time worn photograph. It was folded into four sections.
"Here," He didn't make eye contact but gave the picture to Tony.
The picture was of the three of them. Jethro was wearing a blue shirt and he was behind both Shannon and Kelly, with his right arm around Kelly, who was sitting on his leg in a purple robe, and his left arm behind Shannon who was wearing a white and green sweater. The picture was obviously very old, because Gibbs' hair was much shorter and his hard was darker, almost black instead of silver. His face didn't have any grief lines either.