Abby gasped. Emma looked shocked. Simon smiled away because he had no idea what was going on.

Emma stood up and pointed accusingly at her father, "What are you doing here?"

Abby could practically see Emma's father's face turn red, "What am I doing here! What are you doing here?"

"I'm visiting Simon!" Emma yelled back.

"Wait," Simon interrupted. "Dad, how do you know Emma."

Simon's dad ignored him, "When I said 'I'm going out of town for a few days, don't leave the house' I meant it!"

"No you didn't!" Abby called out, joining in. "If you meant it, you'd be out of town right now."

Emma's father turned around to face Abby, "Don't you get involved Abigail Shito."

"It's Sciuto, shoo-to."

"Shut up," he yelled.

"Dad, what's going on?" asked Simon warily.

"Dad?!" Emma exclaimed. "Simon, is this man your father?"

"uh huh," Simon nodded.

"Right, see that's the thing isn't it, Simon," Emma said, suddenly taking a brave, completely unEmma like voice on. "This man, is my father."

Simon's eyes widened, "N-no, he's m-my dad."

"hmm" Abby hummed.

Emma turned to look at her friend, she could practically see the wheels turn in Abby's head. Abby's eyes look up.

"This might not be a good time," Abby began. "But Simon, when's your birthday?"

"November 16th," Simon said. "And you're right. This really isn't a good time."

"Okay, never mind then," Abby replied. "I just thought maybe you guys were twins. You know, like in the Parent Trap or something."

Emma rolled her eyes, "Stuff like that doesn't happen in real life. But you," Emma jabbed her father in the arm with the tip of her knife, which she had now pulled out and was holding at the ready. "Have some serious explaining to do. How can you be Simon's dad and my father?"

"I don't need to explain anything!" Emma's dad roared. "You need to tell me what you're doing here."

"Well, sir," Abby began. "Emma and Simon are going out."

"Going out!" Emma's father's eyes practically popped out of his head.

Then, just as Abby had predicted he would, he told the truth, "You can't 'go out'. You're half brother and sister. That's just wrong!"

"Half brother and sister?!" Emma and Simon exclaimed together.

Abby turned to face her friends, "Your father had a bike."

Before Simon could ask what she had meant by that Emma turned and prodded his chest with the knife, "Why didn't you tell me we had the same father?"

"I didn't know," Simon said.

His voice was full of fear from the girl who was normally so quiet, but now had his life in her hands. Well, more specifically, the knife in her right hand.

Emma laughed accusingly, "Well, you seem to be great buds."

"Well, yeah, he's my dad. He loves me and I love him."

"We're a happy family," Emma sung the song from Barney (as in the big purple dinosaur) in a mimicking manner. "He hates me, the love you get from him should be mine."

With that Emma turned and grabbed her father by the scruff of the neck, she pointed the knife at his throat. Abby screamed and pulled her friend back. Simon helped Abby hold Emma down.

"No Emma!" Abby shouted. "You can't just stab him. Loads of kids have shit lives, they don't kill their parents. Lord knows my brothers threatened it enough, but he'd never go through with it."

"What happened to the quiet little girl I used to know?" asked Simon, his voice high pitched and girlish with fright. "Where's she? The girl who used to apologise if she even swatted at a fly. I want her back. I miss my, my sister!"

Emma stopped thrashing and Abby and Simon relaxed, just a little. Emma looked at the knife in her hand and threw it away with a look of disgust on her face.

"You're right," she said. "I couldn't kill anyone, I'd have to kill myself first."

Abby held up a hand sternly in front of Emma's face, "Don't."

There was a sudden roar from behind them as Emma's father grabbed the knife and swung it wildly at his daughter. It cut deep into the flesh on the right side of her face. Emma screamed in pain. Abby and Simon released her and jumped at him instead. He fell backwards, and they pinned him down. Simon wrenched the knife from his hand and threw it over his shoulder.

"Abby, go and call the cops, or an ambulance, or both. I'll hold him!" Simon yelled.

Abby nodded and ran to the phone in the kitchen.

An hour later and Simon's dad was in police custody, Emma was on her way to the hospital in an ambulance, with Simon, seeing as he was her older brother and Abby was walking home. She kicked at a rock on the path as she turned slowly down her street. She was thinking about how horrible it must be for Emma, living with a man who she truly didn't need in her life. She walked past the wreaking yard and kicked another stone into the fence. When she finally made it home she simply sat down on her bed and cried herself to sleep. She was woken later that day by her brother wanting to borrow some money.

Ziva's computer beeped at her as an E-mail came through;

Ziva, come down here. Bring everyone I'll tell you a story.

Ziva grabbed Tony off his phone and called for Gibbs and McGee. They all ran down to autopsy. Abby was lying on one of the tables, using Bert as a pillow. She waved as they came in.

"Hi guys!" she called out gleefully.

"Shh," everyone hushed her.

"Don't worry guys, I wont bleed anymore." Abby smiled. "Ducky found a bit of glass wedged in my mouth that the stupid doctor's missed."

"Abby," Ziva began. "Who was it that tried to kill you?"

"Emma Charlington," Abby told them.


Abby smiled as Gibbs stepped into the elevator. She went to fetch Bert and her Caf-pow! to bring into autopsy with her. She was just picking up Bert when she heard the elevator ping again.

"Gibbs," she sighed. "I told you, I don't need a baby sitter."

"Hello Abby," the voice was not Gibbs'. It was a females voice.

Abby turned around, holding Bert in front of her. A woman stood in the door way of her lab, toying with a knife in her hands.

"Umm, can I help you?" Abby asked. "Coz I was just about to go up to autopsy, but if you're lost I can show you where you need to go. Are you looking for someone in particular? The Director? An agent? The interrogation room? Bathroom?"

"You're just as I remembered." The woman smiled. Something about her smile made Abby shiver.

"We've met before..?"

"You don't remember me do you?"

Abby shook her head and started backing away, "Uh uh, who are you?"

"I'm your exbest friend. Emma Charlington. You have a new best friend now don't you? Is it one of the agents upstairs, I'll deal with your team when I'm done with you."

"Emma!" Abby went forward a few steps to hug her old friend, before she remembered what had torn them apart. "You tried to kill your father."

Emma nodded, her hair falling across the right side of her face, "I did, and in all those years since I've been thinking. It's your fault I got this," Emma pushed the hair back revealing a long scar across her face.

Abby shook her head, "No. It's not my fault. Your father did that, not me."

"Yeah, but Abby, I thought long and hard about this, if you had never met me Simon would never have shown an interest in me. Even then, since you did meet me, we didn't have to go to his house that day. We should have stayed home, but you made the plans to go over there, and now I look like this."

Emma held the knife towards Abby.

"No, Emma you can't kill me," Abby held Bert a bit tighter so he farted.

Emma blinked confused by the farting hippo for a second then, "How's it feel to be at knife point Sciuto?"

"It's not the first time Emma, but I certainly am not used to it."

Emma advanced. Abby screamed and called for Gibbs. Emma, worried someone might hear, darted forward and tried to get the knife to go through Abby's heart. Abby turned away so the knife only went in her side. She fell to the ground in pain and shock. Emma pulled the note out of her pocket and shoved it in her mouth. Sure the note didn't say the full truth, the knife had never killed Emma's father, nor had Abby been poisoned, but it should slow them down in finding who had killed the forensic scientist. Emma ran from the room.


Now the team knew. Abby had been hunted down for revenge. It seemed hard and shallow, but then again when has a killer even been kind and soft. Well… maybe that should be rephrased.

A/N: Right, sorry it took so long. But here is an improved final chapter. It's still really crappy, but you never know. I might just have very little faith in myself. By the way, there is the *FLASHBACK* thing because it is a more recent flashback than the rest of the story was. Even thought those were more.. something else. You know. I'm rambling sorry.
By the way. I'm working on another story for my friend, it's McAbby, so if you know any good McAbby episodes could you let me know. i need as much background as I can get. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I dont own NCIS.