There he was, standing at his door with his mouth half open and his eyes wide in shock.
She had just said the three words that he least expected to ever come out of her mouth… at least not at the same time.
Not only did she say the words, she also had the stick with two blue lines on it to prove it.
He had noticed the messy eye make-up, the puffy, red face, and the tears in her eyes when he opened the door. He expected her to tell him that something bad had happened. That someone was dead or hurt, that someone had hurt her, or that she was getting married… Okay, so that wouldn't have been bad for her, but it would have been devastating for him.
'McGee, I'm pregnant.' Those words kept replaying in his head, 'McGee, I'm pregnant.'
"McGee. McGee! Earth to Tim!" Abby exclaimed, becoming very annoyed by the lack of response.
Tim blinked a few times, coming out of his trance, "I'm… I'm sorry. You… You're pregnant?"
Abby nodded, "Yupp." She put down her arm, which she had stuck out to show him the positive pregnancy test.
It was then that he realized that she was still standing in his doorway. He moved over to the side, "Come in. You shouldn't be outside."
She rolled her eyes as she came inside, "I'm pregnant, Tim, I'm not sick… Except of the mornings."
Tim closed the door and turned back to her, "Are you sure it's accurate? The test, I mean. Sometimes those things are wrong."
She gave him a blank stare, "Well, if this one's not accurate, then neither are the ten other ones I took."
"Oh… all positive?"
"With freakishly bright blue stripes."
"So, it's pretty accurate."
Abby nodded, "I'd say so."
Tim ran his fingers through his hair, "Is it… Is it mine?"
Abby looked very offended by the question, "I've only been with you, McGee, so unless God decided to have another kid, I'd say it's yours!"
"Alright," He replied calmly, regretting the fact that he asked the question, "I'm sorry, but I had to ask. We were never exactly exclusive."
Abby sighed, "I know, bu- Wait. Does that mean you've…"
"No," He replied quickly, "I mean, yes, since we first stopped, but since six weeks ago, no."
Tim shook his head in disbelief, "How… How did this happen?"
"You tell me," Abby said, crossing her arms, "You said you used protection."
"I did!" Tim defended, "You know that... You said you were on the pill!"
"Well, apparently both of them failed."
Tim took a deep breath, "So, what do we do now?"
"I don't know," Abby replied, tears coming to her eyes.
Tim walked over to Abby and put his hands on her shoulders, "I will do whatever you need me to. You know that, right?"
She nodded, "I know, Timmy." She looked up at his eyes, "Right now, I just need a hug."
Tim immediately complied… Memories of six weeks back started replaying in his mind.
Six weeks earlier…
Tim walked into Abby's lab. There was no music playing. The lights were off. There was no Abby in sight. Any other person would have figured that she had already left to go home… Not Tim. He knew better.
He walked through the main section of the lab, then passed the sensors which opened the doors to the "office" area.
In behind Abby's desk, Tim could see a dark figure curled up, sitting against the wall.
Tim slowly walked over to the figure, "Abbs, you okay?"
Abby's pigtails went back and forth as she shook her head, "No."
Tim sat down beside her, "They're not all gonna be good days, Abbs. We can't always win."
Abby wiped the tears off of her face, "She was ten years old, Tim. Ten! She was so innocent. She didn't deserve to die."
Tim put his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest.
"I know, Abby. But her dad, he was messed up. He thought he was saving her life… The war, it just… it messed up his mind."
"I know that, but it doesn't make me feel better."
Tim looked down at Abby. He could see more tears rolling down her face, "Why don't I take you home, Abby? You shouldn't drive when you're this upset."
Usually she would protest, but she didn't feel like it. She didn't feel like driving either.
"Okay," She said softly.
They both got up and headed out of the lab, then Tim took her home...
I started writing this because I am a sick, sick person with OWD (aka Obsessive Writing Disorder). I've seen a few stories about pregnant Abby, but, at least the ones I've read, seem really out of character. I wanted to write one that kept them as in-character as I could. I'm definitely not saying all the other pregnant Abby stories are bad (cause they're not), nor am I saying that this one is gonna be really good (although I hope it is)... Basically, this just got stuck in my head and I had to get it out :) I hope everyone enjoys and continues to read!
Thanks for reading and reviewing!