I just stared at Tim in shock for a minute. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe he just asked me to marry him! He looked a bit hurt when I minute went by and I hadn't answered him.

"It's ok, Abbs, maybe some other time." He whispered, starting to stand up.

"No, Tim! I mean, yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" I yelled.

"Abbs, are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure, Tim. I'm sorry. I just had to-to think a minute." I smiled at him. "I love you."

He smiled and slipped the ring onto my left hand. Then he kissed me. He kissed me with more passion then I've ever felt from him.

Everyone in the restaurant clapped. I blushed. I'd forgotten we were in public.

Then I looked at the ring. It was beautiful. White gold with a black diamond. It was perfect.

Timmy gave me a big hug. "I love you so much." He whispered.

"I love you too." I whispered back.

We left the restaurant and went back to Timmy's apartment.

We were barely out of the car before our lips were locked once again. Tim lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his back. He kissed my neck and I moaned. He held be against the wall outside his apartment while he unlocked the door.

He carried me inside, stumbling, kissing my neck at the same time. He laid me down on the bed and crawled on top of me. He slid my dress off and I moaned as he massaged my breasts. He unclipped my bra and took it off. He kissed down my neck, making his way to my breast. His tongue made little circles around my nipples before gently biting at them.

"Tim." I groaned, grabbing his face with both of my hands and pulling it back up to my lips. My tongue slid into his mouth and I slipped his shirt over his head, breaking the kiss only for a moment.

My hand wondered down his chest and to his pants, where I slipped them under the waist band. I heard him groan as I touched his hard on. I took off his pants and kissed the bulge in his underwear. I slipped his shirt off and kissed him on the lips again.

His hands explored my body while we kissed, eventually landing on the hem of my black, lace underwear.

He pulled them off and took off his own underwear.

He slipped on a condom and kissed me.

Slowly he lowered himself into me.


I woke up the next morning with my fiancé in my arms. I kissed her cheek.

"Morning my beautiful fiancé." I said to her.

She smiled but didn't open her eyes. "I love the sound of that."

"Me too." I told her.

"But I don't wanna get up." She whined at me.

I laughed. "Ok. Then let's not. Let's just lay here."

She smiled, "Ok."

And so we did. We laid there for hours and hours. We didn't get out of bed until 1300. Then Abby was getting hungry.

"Come on, let's go out for lunch." I suggested to Abby.

"Ok, sounds good. Where should we go?"

"I don't know, you pick."

She grinned. "Ok."

She took me to a small restaurant half way across town. It was definitely and Abby kind of restaurant. It was dark. The only colours were black and red. The people that ate there were all Goths. And vampires.

"What do you think, Tim?" She asked me.

"Uh- it looks like a nice place." I said, not knowing what to say.

Abby just laughed at me.


Monday morning I bounced into work, way happier then one should be on a Monday morning. "Everyone down to my lab immediately! I have an announcement!"

I saw Timmy blush and Tony laugh. Ziva looked puzzled and Gibbs smiled.

They all came down to the lab and I climbed up onto my desk. I had told Timmy to get Ducky and Jimmy, so the whole team was there.

"Me and Tim have an announcement." I told them. I had a huge smile plastered across my face.

Tim was blushing, but he was smiling.

"Me and Timmy are getting married!" I told them, holding out my left hand so they could see the ring.

"Congratulations, you two." Gibbs told us.

"Yeah, congrats." Tony said.

Every expressed there congratulations and I jumped off the desk, landing right in front of Tim. I kissed him.

"God you guys," Gibbs told us. "Keep your lovey-dovey crap at home." He walked out of the lab.

I laughed and kissed Timmy again.

"Abbs, you got that DNA test done yet?" Gibbs asked me, turning down my music.

"Gibbs, you just gave it to me an hour ago! You can't rush science."

"How much longer Abbs?"

"At least 70 hours, Gibbs."

"What about that fingerprint?"

"I'm running it through AFIS as we speak."

"How much longer Abby?"

"20 hours tops."

Gibbs grumbled. "Do you have anything for me Abby?"

I smiled. "As a matter of fact, I do." I paused.

"Well?" Gibbs asked, "Are you going to make me guess?"

"No, sorry." I walked over to the computer and put it up on the plasma screen. "I went through the Petty Officer's hard drive and found this." I clicked a few buttons on the computer and opened a folder containing a typed suicide note.

"Aren't most suicide notes hand written?" Gibbs asked, more to himself then to me.

"I know, it's weird." I agreed. "But what's even weirder, is it was written almost 2 months ago."

"Thanks Abbs." He said, turning to leave.

"Wait Gibbs! I'm not done!"

He turned back to face me. "You have more?"

I smiled and nodded. "Our Petty Officer has a little secret." I paused for dramatic effect.

"Abby?" Gibbs asked, insinuating I should go on, and sounding quite annoyed.

"Right. Well I started by just going through this history on his computer, but they're weird gaps in the times-"

Gibbs gave me the 'hurry it up, Abby' look.

"Right, bottom line. So, he has been on a lot of porn sites lately. But not only that, he has been on a ton of dating sites. Gay dating sites. I broke in and checked his messages. Look at this." I put the message up on the big screen.

"He had a secret lover. Great work Abbs." He kissed my cheek and walked out of the room.


"So the wife found out and killed him." Tony told us when Gibbs told us what Abby had told him. "Ducky confirmed he couldn't have done it himself, so he was set up."

"I don't think so." I told the team. "The wife was totally shocked by the death of her husband, and she has a good alibi."

"Then who did it?" Gibbs asked.

"The boyfriend?" Tony guessed.

"The daughter?" Ziva suggested.

"Well that's what I want to find out." Gibbs said. "DiNozzo, track down this boyfriend, I want a name, age, address, anything you can find. David, Find the daughter, bring her in, I want to talk to her. McGee, go find Abby. Read every one of those e-mails Abby found, and see if you can find anymore. Can you get back their instant messaging messages?"

"We can try."

"Do it. All of you, now!" Gibbs barked.

"Yes, boss." I said and rushed off to Abby's lab.

"Timmy!" She smiled, wrapping her arms around me. "What are you doing down here?"

"Gibbs wants us to read all those emails, and see if we can get there IMing chats." She looked sad. "And I missed you." She smiled and kissed me.

"Ok, so here are the e-mails…" I told Tim, putting them up on the plasma. "I've read them; they're a bit sickening honestly. From what I can tell, neither of them new the other was married. You look through them, and I'll try and get those chats."

We worked on it for almost 4 hours when Gibbs came down.

"What have you got for me, Abbs?"

"Well we found his chats; they date back to almost 3 years ago. There here if you want to read them." I passed him a stack of papers. "But they're not that interesting. They met on the dating site, both of them are married, but Petty Officer Kakemly never told his online boyfriend Derrick. Derrick mentioned it once, but Petty Officer Kakemly didn't want to talk about it. They met in real life after talking for 2 years. They got together at a place called Barry's Bar on 37th and Demal St. Always the same place, almost every other week. The last time they met was on the 28th, 2 days before the Petty Officer was killed. They haven't talked since that meeting. Derrick has tried to contact the Petty Officer, but he hasn't responded to any of Derricks e-mails."

"That's good work, Abby." He kissed Abby's cheek, and I gave him a dirty look.

"Thank you Gibbs." Abby said cheerily.

"McGee, come with me. Tony got an address for this Derrick; I want to go check it out. Now." Gibbs told me.

"Yes boss."

We got back to NCIS a little over an hour later, Derrick Skema with us. He claimed he didn't know anything about the Petty Officer being murdered.

Gibbs interrogated him, and of course he broke. He told us that on their last meeting, his wife showed up, yelling and screaming. She found an e-mail on his computer, and freaked out. Followed him to the bar, and when she found out it was true, snapped.

He took her home and apologized, but she hadn't forgiven him. She moved in with her sister, taking their 3 young children with them. He hasn't seen her since.

"Address?" Gibbs asked him, after he finished telling them his story.

"2948 Parkinson Road." He told us promptly. "But I don't think she could have done it. She couldn't have known Pete's address, I didn't even know his address."

"We'll be the judges of that." Gibbs told him and slammed the door. "Tony, Ziva, with me, we're going to find this Mrs. Skema. McGee, read through all those e-mails again, see if there is any information about a location. A description of a tree, anything. Let's role."

I read through those e-mails a million more times, nothing. We had to be missing something. She couldn't just know where the Petty Officer lived… What if it wasn't her? How could it be her? But all the evidence leads to her…

"Gibbs! Gibbs!" Abby came running out of the elevator.

"He's not here, Abbs."

"Ugh, I've got a match! On the fingerprint that was on the knife! It wasn't the Petty Officer's, it was Mrs. Skema's! She has a criminal record, Tim!"

"What did she do?"

"Child abuse. Her 6 year old daughter. Her daughter is 16 now, and living with her father, Petty Officer Peter Kakemly!"

"That's really good work, Abbs." I told her, taking out my cell phone and calling Gibbs.

I told him everything. When he got back here, he had Mrs. Skema and Kylie Kakemly, the Petty Officer's 16 year old daughter, with him.

Gibbs interrogated Mrs. Skema first, really suspecting it would be her. To his surprise, it wasn't, but the knife was from her kitchen.

It was Kylie, the daughter.

"I hated my father." She told Gibbs. "He took me away from my mother, and I never forgave him for that."

"But you're mother abused you."

"Ha! She never laid a hand on me. My father made it up. I was 6, I didn't know any better. I had fallen out of a tree, I had cuts and bruises all over. It wasn't mom's fault."

"So you killed him?"

"Well I never thought I'd get caught."

We were wrong all along; it had nothing to do with the Petty Officers secret lover.


"But I love black roses Timmy! They're my favourite! We have to have them at our wedding!"

"Ok Abbs, we'll have black roses."

I smiled and kissed him. "And I don't want to wear a traditional dress. I think I should get something that's black and white, to match our colours."

"If that's what you want Abbs." He laughed. We'd already decided that the brides maids should wear black dresses, and that the groomsmen would have black and white tuxes, no grey or anything like that.

"What day should we have it?" I asked him.

"I'm thinking we should have a winter wedding, then go somewhere hot for our honeymoon."

"But I HATE the sun, Timmy."

"Well then how about we do it in spring, inside, maybe March?"

I smiled. "That sounds good. March. How about…" I looked at the calendar on his desk. "Saturday the 10th of March."

"Sounds good to me." He kissed me. "But then where do you want to go for our honeymoon?"

"Hmm… Someplace not to hot, but not to cold… Oh! I've always wanted to go to New Zealand."

"New Zealand? Really? That could be nice…" I kissed him. "New Zealand it is."

"Are you guys planning your wedding while you're supposed to be working?" Gibbs asked us.

We both looked down. "Sorry Gibbs."

"Get back to work." He told us, and I ran back to my lab, laughing.


"What are you doing!? Be careful with that!" I yelled at Abby. She froze and instantly feeling guilty for yelling, I said, "Sorry, I'm just afraid something's going to end up broken. I hate moving."

"I know you do Timmy." She came over and gave me a hug from behind. "But soon all of this will be done, and we'll be in our new house. Together."

I smiled. "Yeah, that's what makes this worth it." I turned around in her arms and kissed her.

Packing seemed to take forever. After we finished my place, it was almost 2100.

"Ok come on," I told Abby. "Let's go to bed, at your house, and in the morning we can pack it up too."

She smiled, "Ok."

The morning came way to fast, and we were back to packing. By the end of the day, everything was packed and in the moving van.

"I didn't know you had so much crap!" I complained at Abby, playfully.

"You're one to talk!"

She was so excited she was bouncing as we drove down to our new house.

The drive there seemed to take forever, but eventually we got there.

"It's more beautiful then I remember." Abby whispered.

The moving people helped us get everything off the truck and into the house, which now looked very empty, even though the last owner left a lot of the furniture.

Abby smiled. "We have our own place, Tim." She turned around and kissed me, jumping up into my arms.

I carried her, not breaking the kiss for a second, to our bedroom on the second floor where I laid her down on the bed.


That morning I woke up in our new house for the first time. I rolled over and kissed Tim on the cheek. ""morning love."

"Good morning," He grumbled kissing me back. "We should get up. We really want to get this unpacking done as soon as possible.

The unpacking seemed to take forever. Our goal was to have it all done but the next weekend, so we could have everyone over for supper at our new house. That, however, did no happen.

It was almost two weeks later when we finally got all our unpacking finished.

"So Saturday night, you'll be there, right Gibbs?"

"Yes Abby, I'll be there. I've told you that 7 times in the past hour."

"Just making sure."

Tim and I were having our dinner party Saturday, and I just wanted to make sure everyone came.

The house was perfect. Everything was in place, pictures hung; things that needed to be fixed were fixed. I loved the house so much.

I couldn't wait until Saturday night.

Not being much of a cook myself, Tim promised to make supper. It took us ages, but we planned a menu and bought everything we needed for the dinner.

We told everyone to be there by 1800. It was 1756 and I was getting very impatient.

Finally the doorbell rang.

I jumped up and ran to the door. I opened it and smiled. "Gibbs!" I greeted him with a hug.

"Hello Abbs." He said, almost falling over from the force of the hug.

"Come on in."

Within a few minutes, Tony, Ziva, Ducky and Director Shepard were all inside.

"So who wants a tour?" I asked them.

I showed them the house while Tim finished with dinner.