Ok so this chapter is kinda short but I hope you like it anyway. More Abby/Tim correspondence in the next chapter I promise. Plus the next chapter should be longer. Please review it makes me happy.

2 months, 20 days, 14 hours, 24 minutes

Abby grinned as she glanced over her shoulder and saw Keating staring at her nervously from the doorway to the lab.

"Can I help you Special Agent Keating?" she asked as she looked back at her computers.

"Um, Doctor Mallard wanted me to give these to you, it's the slugs found in Petty Officer O'Reilly," Keating said as he cautiously ventured closer to her.

She spun around and snatched the evidence jars out of his hands along with the paper she had to sign to keep up with the chain of evidence. "His name is Ducky, you've been here long enough to know that," she said curtly.

"Yes…um well I'll just get out of your way," he said before quickly heading towards the door.

Abby felt rather smug that Keating was still scared of her. She had never been one to try and outright intimidate or scare anyone the way she scared Keating. But she couldn't find it in her heart to forgive him at the moment for what he had said.

"Abigail," she heard Ducky say. Abby turned around and smiled when she saw Ducky on the small screen that allowed them to have live video streaming between the lab and autopsy.

"Hey Ducky, I got your present," she said as she jiggled the evidence jars in front of the camera.

"Yes I see," Ducky said giving a small smile. "Um, Jethro told me that you spoke to Timothy."

Abby's smile faltered and she sat the evidence jars on the table in front of her. "Yea, well not really talk, he sent me an e-mail and I sent him one back, that's about all there's been."

"I see, and how are you my dear?" he asked in concern.

Abby began to fiddle with one of her arm bands. "I'm fine, I mean he said he would come back when Gibbs fixed everything, it's kind of like he's on vacation really."

"Uh huh, and what of this girl Edith, Jethro said that you were concerned about young Timothy being around her," Ducky said and she knew that he was trying to get her to open up about it but she felt too emotionally drained to keep letting it all out. Plus she didn't want to let something slip about what she had learned about McGee's mom.

"He's a grown man, he can take care of himself," she said dismissively.

"Abby…" Ducky tried to say but she cut him off.

"I've gotta go Ducky, I need to see if these slugs match the ones from our bad guys gun," she said before she killed the feed.

Abby took a deep breath "Ok let's get to work."

"Ready when you are Abs," she heard McGee say behind her. She gasped and spun around quickly a large smile on her face "Timmy!" she said excitedly but there was no one there.

"Great, now I'm going crazy, this is all your fault McGee," she said with a pout.

2 months, 18 days, 17 hours, 18 minutes

"This is really good," Tim said before taking another bite of lasagna.

"Well don't look at me, all I did was heat it up," Edith said and he shrugged. "Trust me, I know people who could screw even that up."

"You wouldn't be talking about yourself now would you?" Edith asked teasingly.

Tim chuckled "No, my sister Sarah, she blew up our microwave when she was fourteen, like literally blew it up, I tried to fix it but it was a lost cause."

"You didn't tell me you had a sister," Edith said with intrigue.

"Yea, she's almost twenty one and wants to be an English Lit. teacher," Tim said.

"Writing's in the family," she said.

"I guess, but she'll be much better at it than I am, I kind of just stumbled into it really, it was just something to do," he explained.

"I don't think you give yourself enough credit Mr. Gemcity," Edith said with a coy grin before taking a sip of her wine.

Tim almost choked on his lasagna. "H-how did you know?"

"My friend Maria is a huge fan of yours, I remember seeing a picture of you on the back flap but I didn't make the connection until last night when I was getting ready for bed," she explained.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" he asked.

She shrugged "You use a pen name, and you didn't feel the need to share that you were a celebrity to everyone in a 5 block radius so I figured you wanted to keep it private."

"You haven't read them have you?" he asked worriedly.

"No, although they come highly recommended," she answered.

"Do me a favor, don't read them," he said, his tone almost pleading.

Edith frowned "Why not?"

Tim poked at the bit of lasagna left on his plate. "Tim, from what I've heard they're great, why are you ashamed of Deep Six?" she asked.

"I'm not ashamed of them…I just…I'm so used to keeping it a secret and I never wanted to be famous I just wanted to get it out of me."

"Ok," Edith said before standing up to get another piece of lasagna.

"Ok what?" he asked.

"Ok I won't read them, I promise," she said. "But, I want first copy of whatever it is you're working on once it's published."

"That's some term," Tim said with a thankful sigh.

"Alright, second copy," she said.

He couldn't help but smile at her. "First copy, I promise."

"You drive a hard bargain, it's a deal," she said happily as she offered her hand and they shook on it.

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