I'm on a roll tonight. Last one til tomorrow though. Gettin' tired… headed to bed now. Reviews are love.

Abby was halfway to her apartment, and it had taken her thirty minutes instead of the eight minutes that it usually took to get this far. The roads were eerily abandoned, the night so silent that it began to scare Abby. It was past seven now, and pitch black. The headlights of the hot rod reflected off the snow that sliced towards the ground rapidly. The snow had picked up since she had left Gibbs' house, and she almost regretted leaving.

"Stupid, stupid snow. I love snow, but this. This is not cool. Not cool! Maybe I should've stayed." Abby thought back to their conversation. "No, it's a good thing I left. Gibbs clearly doesn't feel the same way I feel." Everything was beginning to sink in; Abby was beginning to realize what the consequences could be from all of it. "I'll probably have to quit NCIS. How can I face him everyday? Especially after leaving so late when it's snowing so hard."

Abby's phone rang, playing the ringtone that she had assigned to Gibbs. She ignored the call and sighed loudly, shaking her head at the mess she'd made. "Some Christmas this was. Thanks a lot, Santa."

Gibbs sat on the couch, Rudolph playing on the television, though his mind was far from watching the red-nosed reindeer. It had been half an hour since Abby had driven off, in such a hurry she hadn't bothered to get her clothes or baking tools. It was his fault she was driving in the snow. He doubted that she was home by now. Not as slow as she was driving when she'd turned off his street.

He didn't blame her for not answering her phone, but he still wished she would answer just to tell him she was okay. The beer she had left still sat, mostly likely now warm, on the end table. His had been drained long before, just after she'd driven off. Another song was playing on Rudolph now, and the cheerfulness was annoying him. Gibbs stood and walked to the television, flipping it off quickly before he turned and headed to the basement.

He had just started on a new boat. There hadn't been much inspiration for it; now it was just something to do to pass the time. But in the last week it had begun to morph into something with a purpose. Something Abby would like, and would want to sail on with him. He had come down with the purpose of working on the boat and getting things off his mind, but now, being next to the boat that he had hoped she would one day use, it just made him worry about her more.

Gibbs pulled a piece of sand paper off a shelf and got to work on a piece of the boat, trying to shove that nagging feeling from his gut.

Abby had probably only gone a mile or so in the last five minutes. The wind kept picking up, just to die down again and all it succeeded in doing was to swirl the snow around even more. She had at least another twenty minutes ahead of her before she got home. The next turn was coming up, so she tapped the brakes lightly so that she could slow down without losing control. But just as she touched the brakes, the hot rod suddenly lost all traction as she hit a large patch of black ice, still in the process of freezing over as the temperature dropped further with the deepening of night.

Abby screamed, taking her foot off the brake to keep from making it worse. She attempted to steer the car so that it stayed straight, but instead it turned quickly around so that she was facing the opposite way on the road as the car continued to glide across the road. "Oh, I'm sorry, Gibbs!" Abby yelled as the car tumbled backward into a ditch.

Gibbs tried Abby's cell for a second time. He'd already waited longer than usual. After the first unanswered call, along with his gut feeling, he would already have left to go looking for her. Why did he have to push her away? If they hadn't had a fight… or, if he had admitted everything before she'd left. He snapped his phone shut as Abby's voicemail came on after several rings.

Within minutes Gibbs was in full winter garb, trudging towards his old F250 to begin the search for Abby.

Abby blinked as she regained consciousness, looking around to try to assess the damage. The back of the car seemed heavily buried in a snowdrift, the snow blocking her back doors and passenger door entirely, and reaching halfway past her own car door. She groaned aloud and reached up to feel for any wounds and blood. Both hands came back clean, however, and Abby began to contemplate what to do next.

The car was no longer running and refused to start. "Great, probably knocked something lose." Abby considered the situation, "Well, at least I won't die of CO2 poisoning. Instead I'll freeze to death." Just the thought sent a vicious shiver down through her body. With a quick movement, Abby unlocked her car door and began to shove against the snow that blocked her in. She struggled against the heavy snow as the door only pushed it away inches at a time. Abby had cleared about a six inch path between the snow and the door when the wind suddenly picked up, blowing snow into the car and all around her, catching on her clothes and hair, and on the seats of the car. The wind howled with one great final push before dying down again; but in that last push the tree that bent over her car released the collection of snow held on its branches and Abby had only enough time to close the door before the entire door was encased in it.

Abby stared in disbelief at the wall of white in front of her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took several deep breaths, attempting to calm herself down. "Okay, Abby, think…think." Her eyes flickered open to look towards the windshield, which remained mostly uncovered by the snow. "Alright…if I were to break that windshield, I would need something heavy enough to break it, and I would need something over top of me to protect me when the glass breaks and falls back this way." She talked herself through it aloud, finding her own voice reassuring in the still silence.

Leaning back over her seat, she began to search the floor for anything heavy enough to break the windshield.

Gibbs had only managed to get a few miles in the last ten minutes. The back roads were worsening though it seemed like some of the main roads were beginning to get plowed. He finally pulled on to the main road that took him to Abby's, and was able to move much faster towards his intended destination. Gibbs was almost halfway to her apartment now, though it had been almost twenty minutes since he'd left the house. All he could hope was that he would make it all the way there to find her car in the apartment parking lot.

Abby was curled up in the driver's seat, her arms wrapped around her as she shivered. With trembling fingers she lifted her phone again, pressing the speed dial button that would connect her with Gibbs. But once more the call refused to go through, the signal not strong enough to make it through the horrendous weather. She dropped the phone on to the seat next to her and pulled her arms tighter around her knees, which were squished against her chest as she attempted to create warmth. Leaning her head back against the head rest, Abby began to cry, thinking of the fight she'd had with Gibbs. He didn't feel the same way, and she'd ruined everything they had as friends, as family. She would die estranged from the man who was everything to her. She would die with Gibbs angry at her. But worst of all, she would die with the truth. That she was not even worthy of being one of the many Women of Gibbs. If only she had never wished to know. If only she had never asked.