"Like who? The only person I can't keep secrets from is Gibbs. Wait, why wouldn't you want Gibbs to know? I mean you're going to have to tell him eventually. I mean I get that you would want to tell him, instead of him hearing it from me but..." she stops mid-sentence, and locks eyes with Ziva. She continues, "You don't want him to know, because you don't want his to know who the father is. You don't want him to know, because it's someone on the team? Obviously it's not Ducky. You told Tony, so it's not him. If it were him, you wouldn't tell him."

"I tell him lots of things."

"But you wouldn't tell him, not if it was his. He would be too freaked out. He's not at all freaked out, but you are. Which means that it's bad, because you never freak out," she rambles, "Vance is definitely out. McGee, well that would be awkward, but I don't really see that happening." She stops.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because it only leaves one person. If it's him... I shouldn't know. You're right. You should tell him. It's not my place to tell him. That is up to you. You are going to tell him, aren't you?"

"Of course I am going to tell him, that I'm pregnant. I can't keep that from him."

"But are you going to tell him that it's his?"

"I haven't really decided yet."

"He'll find out."

"I don't doubt it."

"But you still don't want to tell him?"

"I just don't know how. I made a mistake."

"I don't understand. How did something like that happen? I..."

"It was... it was a mistake."

"You said that. I want to know how it happened."

"Why does it matter?"

"Clearly it matters."

"The how doesn't really matter, Abby."

"If it were a murder you would have difference stance."

"I went to his house."

"When?"

"After I broke up with Ray."

"Why would you go to Gibbs? Why didn't you go to Tony?"

"First of all, I didn't want him to know that he was right. It goes to his head."

"That isn't a very good reason."

"And I was afraid that..." she trails off.

"You were afraid of?"

"I was afraid that I would do something stupid."

"Like what? What were you afraid of."

"I was afraid that... you wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"I was upset, and..."

"You thought that if he was your shoulder to cry on, one thing could lead to another, and you didn't want that to happen?"

"Right."

"Has it ever happened, before?"

"No."

"Then why were you afraid that it would?"

"I..." she stops.

"Because you want it to?"

She nods, "And I know I shouldn't."

"So you went to Gibbs?"

"Because I knew nothing would happen, but I was wrong. And now... I don't know what to do. What am I supposed to do? I don't know if I should tell him, or not. He can barely stand to be in the same room with me right now. It never should have happened."

"How did it happen?"

"I had too much to drink. He didn't want me to drive. He told me to stay on his couch, and I refused."

"How does that translate into sex?"

"Because I wanted out of the situation. I panicked, I thought that if I kissed him, that he would back off, and let me go."

"That seems..."

"Stupid, I know. In addition to stupid, it was wrong. It was like I was having an out of body experience, and I wasn't even in control of my own body anymore. I..."

"Has he said anything to you?"

"No."

"You haven't tried to talk to him, about it?"

"No. To be honest, I kind of hoped that he was too drunk to remember."

"It was that bad?"

"No. It wasn't. That is the worst part. It wasn't bad. It was just wrong."

"Do you have feelings for him?"

"No, of course not. Abby, it's not like that."

"You know that you have to tell him," Abby points out.

"I just don't know how. The whole situation is awkward enough as it is. I can't even believe that it happened. If I didn't have proof I wouldn't believe it."

"You would be in denial."

"Maybe, but at least there would be no proof that it happened. I feel..."

"You feel what?"

"Ashamed?"

"Why? People have sex all of the time. You're both adults. He's your boss, but stranger things have happened."

"He's like a father to me. Do you have any idea how wrong that makes it?"

"It feels like incest?"

"I know that it's not, but...the thought kind of makes me sick to my stomach."

"You've already made a decision?"

"Yes."

"You're sure?"

"I'm not sure about anything, really."

"Is it what you want?"

"Yes, and I am not sure why."

"How does Tony feel about all of this?"

"Honestly, I think that he feels betrayed. He thinks that it should have been him."

"Should it, have been him?"

"It would be easier."

"Because?"

"Because... do I really have to say it? I know that you know why."

"Because you love him."

"It should have been him."

"If you had it to do over again..."

"I would do it differently."

"Even if it changed the outcome?"

"Probably."

"How did you get pregnant, in the first place?"

She furrows her brow, "I don't understand the question."

"Didn't you use protection?"

"Abby, I wish I knew. I don't even remember. The whole night was a blur. One that I'd like to forget."

"This is really messing with your head, isn't it? You blame yourself?"

"Who else is to blame?"

"You didn't do this on your own."

"I started it. I could have stopped it, and I didn't."

"You're not the only one who could have stopped it. It was a line that never should have been crossed, by either of you."

"I always thought that if any of us was going to end up..."

"Don't say it," Abby warns.

"I thought it would be you. I guess I've been wrong, a lot, lately."

"The thought has crossed my mind," she smiles.