AN: Here's the second chapter. Please R&R. I haven't written fanfic in forever. Also, I just discovered NCIS! I've known about it forever, but just started watching a few weeks ago on Netflix, so sorry if there are things that happen later that I don't know about yet. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or anything else.

Gibbs got Abby settled in his car, called DiNozzo and filled him in on Thompson and told him to send everyone home. They could file their reports Monday and Thompson was already in custody. The rest of the ride home was silent. Abby leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes, trying desperately to think of how she was going to explain the situation to Gibbs. When they reached her drive way, Gibbs parked and jumped out of the car in one smooth movement, then raced around the car to get the door for her. Much to his surprise she was still sitting with her head back and her eyes closed which was very much unlike Abby. He opened the door and she climbed out of the car without opening her eyes and allowed him to lead her to the door. He used his spare key to let them in to Abby's house and lead her to the couch, gently easing her down before returning to the door to shut and lock it behind him. By the time he returned to the couch, Abby was sound asleep.

Gibbs made his way to her kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He found his favorite beer, the one she always kept there for him, and pulled one out. He scanned the rest of the fridge and realized it was pretty much empty. He wandered to the pantry and opened the door, finding it too empty, he started to wonder when Abby had last eaten. He knew that she'd kill him for this when she woke up, but he pulled out his phone and called Ducky.

"Well hello, Jethro. To what do I owe the pleasure of an after hours call?" Ducky asked, his smile seeping though his words.

"Hey, Duck. I was wondering if you could bring some groceries to Abby's. She was really tired today, so I brought her home. She's asleep on the couch and I don't really want to leave her to go get food, and the girl has nothing to eat in her place." Gibbs said, trying not to allow his worry find its way into his voice.

"Of course I'll bring Ms. Abigail groceries." Ducky replied lightly, then shifted his tone and added, "has she told you yet, Jethro?"

"Told me what, Ducky?" Gibbs replied, both hurt and concerned that Ducky knew what was going on with is Abby before he did.

"Oh dear. I'm afraid I've said too much. Please don't be upset at the young girl, Jethro. She's only trying to protect you. I'll be right over with some groceries," he replied hastily before hanging up the phone.

Gibbs paced behind the couch while Abby slept. His mind raced with different scenarios driving him mad.

"You're gonna wear out my carpet Gibbs. Come sit down." A sleepy voice said from the couch.

Gibbs rushed over and sat on the floor next to Abby so he could hold her hand and see her beautiful face.

"Abby, please talk to me. I'm going crazy. What's going on with you?" the words rushing out of his mouth almost without his consent.

"You talked to Ducky, didn't you?" she asked, noting that the concern was different now than it had been at her lab. She had no choice now but to tell him everything. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak right as the door bell rang.

"Dammit" Gibbs muttered under his breath as he jumped up and answered the door. Ducky was standing there with a bag of groceries and a smile on his face. Gibbs grabbed the groceries and slammed the door in Ducky's face. He sat the bag on the table and hurried back into the living room. His eyes met Abby's and she once again took a deep breath and opened her mouth to speak.

"Gibbs, I…" she shut her mouth and a confused look came over her face before she spoke again. "Who was at the door?"

"Ducky. He brought groceries. Tell me what's going on Abby." Gibbs spit out, clearly losing his patience with his favorite lab tech.

"Did you slam the door in Ducky's face?" Abby said, a look of amused disbelief on her face. She swung her legs onto the floor and stood up, only to lose her balance and come crashing back down onto the couch.

"I…who cares Abby?! Tell me what the hell is going on. That's the third time today you've passed out, or nearly passed out on me. Tell me what's going on with you. NOW!" He barked, sounding more like an order from a superior than concern from a friend.

Abby's eyes filled with tears again at his harsh words. She glanced up at him then looked down at her feet, tears spilling out of her eyes and once again rolling down her checks.

"Awe, Abbs. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I…please don't cry. I'm just worried about you." Gibbs replied, getting down on his knees so he was at eye level with her. She put her head on his shoulder and let the tears fall. Sobs wracked her body as he held her, rubbing circles on her back. "Shhhhh Abbs. I got you. You're okay. It's going to be okay. Whatever it is, we'll get through it. It's going to be okay," he repeated over and over as the sobs turned quieter and her body relaxed. He gently lifted her head and kissed her softly on the forehead.

"I love you Abbs. Please tell me what's going on." He said, his voice barely above a whisper and so gentle she knew it was a tone reserved only for her.

She mustered all her courage and tried to find her confident voice, "Gibbs, I…I'm..I'm pregnant," she whispered, her eyes once again staring holes in the floor and her tears filling her eyes.