"Abs?!"

"Gibbs! Tony told me he called you, but…the Doctor says I'm fine, the baby is too. Just a concussion."

"And a broken wrist. I'm instructing Abigail—"

"Don't call me Abigail. Ducky's the only one who I let call me that."

"Abby, to bed rest for the rest of the weekend. Other than that, she needs to cut down on caffeine, but otherwise she and the baby are perfectly healthy."

Gibbs felt as if he was suddenly returned to Earth…very hard…on concrete. He let out the breath he had been holding and grabbed onto Abby.

"Don't you EVER do anything like that again, do you hear me? Abby, I need you to tell me--"

"I won't ever do that again…Sir."

"Don't call me Sir."

"Mame."

Gibbs had already begun smiling hearing her say Sir. He could never stay mad at her. His heart was still racing as he watched them place the cast on her broken wrist and as Abby signed the discharge paperwork.

As they stepped out of the small ER room, Abby rushed to hug the older man standing across the room.

"Ducky!"

"Abigail, you certainly gave us quite a fright. I am trusting it won't become a habit."

"I already told Gibbs that I don't plan on anything like that happening again. It was a probie mistake, but these damn hormones! I saw her crying and…well, I felt like I should check on her."

Gibbs walked a step behind the woman he loved and his best friend, who had his arm around Abby. As they reached the main waiting room, Gibbs' eyes fell on the very disheveled man who was sitting alone. Abby turned around, speaking volumes to Gibbs through her eyes, pleading with him to be kind. Tony had save her life.

"You coming, DiNozzo?"

No one missed the glee that showed up in the brunette's eyes as he called after them.

"On your six, boss."