A/N: Trigger warning again - sorry! Talk about abortion in a round about way. I am in no way meaning to judge ANYONE with this chapter. Sorry if it's offensive.
They dug through the bag of food that Ducky had brought and found a can of organic chicken and noodle soup. Smiling, Gibbs lifted it from the bag and heated it quickly in the microwave for Abby. Relieved that it was something light, Abby ate the soup wearily. Gibbs watched her eat for awhile before finally speaking,
"Why did you decide to keep the baby?" he asked gently. Abby noticed the gentle way he spoke, but more than that she noticed that he asked the question without the judgment that she had expected to receive.
"I couldn't punish her for his mistake, Gibbs. She didn't do anything wrong," she whispered, her hand going to rest on her belly.
"Her?" he asked blinking back tears he wasn't prepared for.
"Yeah, I had the amnio done last week. She's a girl and she seems healthy." She said, rubbing her belly as she talked about the precious life that was growing inside of her. Gibbs moved closer to her on the couch, taking the now empty bowl of soup and setting it on the floor, then wrapping his arm around her shoulder and drawing her towards him.
Making sure she was settled, Gibbs padded back into the kitchen and threw together a sandwich, afraid that smelling something cooking might wake Abby. He pulled a chair from the dinning room to the couch and sat and watched her sleep.
The sound of the door knob turning, jerked Gibbs awake. His hand went instinctively for his side arm and it was drawn before he was even sure he had heard something. Staring in the direction of the door, he waited, slowing his hear rate and glancing down at Abby before heading towards the sound.
The masked man, came around the corner milliseconds later.
"Drop it Mikel," Gibbs said between clenched teeth, "or give me a reason to put a bullet in your brain."
Mikel lowered his weapon, and placed it on the floor. Gibbs walked near him, and kicked the gun away from him towards the kitchen. His gun still aimed at the mans forehead, he said, "Put your hands on your head." Mikel complied and was cuffed and taken into custody without incident.