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Abby and Ducky were looking at each other with horrified faces. They just got word from the blood work back. Tony was infected. Infect with Y-pestis, or better known as pneumonic plague. Abby forced her tears back and looked at Ducky.

"We need to call him," her voice betrayed the tears she was forcing back. "He would never forgive us if we didn't."

"You better go over there, my dear," Ducky replied. "You know him better than I do, I am afraid."

"Right," Abby nodded determined. She quickly grabbed her purse and long leather duster and made her way out of the building and into the car.

As she made her way over to her destination, she couldn't help but think about her best friend in a hospital bed, waiting for his lungs to start giving up on him. She shivered and forced her mind back onto the road. This was a task she could handle, she couldn't handle thinking about Tony or she'd fall apart.

Finally, she made her way over to the checkpoint. She grabbed her credentials and showed them to the guard.

"I'm here to see Dr. Reid in the BAU," she spoke to the guard. The guard was looking over her NCIS employment credentials with a practiced eye. He returned them and waved her onward.

She slipped past the reception area with a wave of her credentials. Thank god she had done a lot of forensics for the FBI, or she was sure that she would've been stopped ten times on the way up. As it were, her appearance didn't even raise an eyebrow anymore in the lobby.

Impatiently, she looked at the blinking numbers over the door in the elevator that indicated her slow progress up to the floor she needed. The doors opened with a bland ping, showing her the intricate maze that was the FBI inner floor plan.

Finally, she came into the area that the BAU team of SSA Hotchner occupied. She saw nobody there, to her great annoyance. She knew they were here in town, as Tony had spoken with him on the phone in her lab this morning.

"Great!" she yelled frustrated. "Spencer Reid, get your ass down here pronto!"

A door on the balcony over her head opened and she saw the entire team peek out curiously. A lank man stepped out of the door and recognized the goth girl with some shock plain on his face.

"Abby?" he spoke her name as a myriad of questions.

And she couldn't hold it in anymore, tears started to cascade down her face. She couldn't contain the fear and helplessness that started to overwhelm her. The absolute horrible face of truth that Tony would most probably die, if Gibbs couldn't find the one behind this attack.

Suddenly, she felt a large slim hand on her arm and she looked up into the concerned face of a dark-skinned man. Derek Morgan, her mind supplied.

"Hey miss, are you okay?" his voice was warm and worried.

She shook her head wordlessly. "No, I'm not okay. Oh, Spence, it's Tony!"

Through the blur of her tears she could she Reid stiffen. Morgan half-turned to look at his friend, just like the rest of his team.

"Who's Tony?" the dark-haired woman with straight cut bangs asked Spencer. His supervisor demanded the answer to that question with a glare. The extravagant buxom blond looked worried.

Spencer ignored them all, his eyes locked on Abby. It was one of his nightmares realized. Abby coming to him with his name on her lips and her face as distraught as it was now.

"Miss, focus," Morgan implored as it was obvious Spencer could not utter a word in answer or question. "What's wrong."

Abby forced the words out, knowing Spencer needed to hear them. "This morning, SWAK letter. They were goofing around, Timmy and Tony. Tony opened it."

Her body shuddered with the full-on shivers as the horrible reality kept sinking in deeper.

"White powder," she whispered.

Spencer came back to at those last words. "Anthrax?" his voice croaked.

Abby wished it was so, it would be treatable at least. She shook her head, her pigtails flying wildly around her face, hitting Morgan in the chest.

"No, it was … she altered it genetically, no antibiotics, it's resistant now," she full on sobbed now.

Morgan realized that the girl, woman, still hadn't said what the powder was. No matter who Tony was to his pretty boy, it was obviously somebody important to him.

"What was the powder," he demanded in his best beat cop voice.

"Y-pestis," she breathed out.

Morgan didn't know what it was, but from the way Spencer's knees were wobbling and his face paling, pretty boy damn sure knew what it was.

"Plague?" Reid's voice was filled with desperate disbelief.

Morgan felt like he was hit in the stomach with a sack of brick. Plague? As in medieval epidemic that wiped out half of Europe?

"Genetically altered?" Reid's voice was now pleading the woman next to him to contradict him. But to no avail as the goth nodded the confirmation his friend was so obviously dreading.

Morgan felt relied as Hotchner took control of the situation.

"Miss, Reid, sit down before you two fall over," he directed.

Morgan gently guided the woman to his office chair. She fell on the seating heavily and the black leather duster fell around her. Morgan saw her clutch a leather wallet fiercely. He gently extracted it from her grip and handed it to Hotchner. Hotch flipped it open and saw it was her credentials for another federal agency, NCIS. With a flash he remembered Spencer's emergency contact person, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo from NCIS. He wordlessly showed it around the rest of the team.

Spencer sat down shakily at his own desk. Silence rule the BAU bull-pen, until Hotchner asked the question he knew Reid was struggling to ask.

"Do they know his chances?" Morgan could hear even Hotch had difficulty keeping his tone even. Everyone in the BAU was looking horror-stricken that someone, a fellow federal agent, was cut down in such a terrible bio attack.

Morgan looked at woman who tried to make herself as small as possible.

"Fifteen percent," her voice shook and broke. "I, Spence, we well I am going to-"

"Morgan get a car ready," Hotch ordered. "Drive Miss Sciuto and Reid to …"

"Bethesda," Abby answered, before jumping as her phone rang.

"Abby," she answered with trepidation.

Everyone could hear the terse voice on the other end.

"Abs, where are you?"

"Gibbs, I'm at Quantico," she answered, just as shakily.

"Why?" the voice, apparently named Gibbs, demanded.

"Spencer," she sobbed quietly.

Silence reigned on the other end, before;

"We need you back, Abs. The, well … We found the bitch but there's tons of evidence and if we don't-"

"I'll come back, Gibbs," the BAU was inclined to take a step back as they took in the force of the glare that took over the slim girl's face. "No way is that bitch walking freely by a broken chain of evidence or cross-contamination."

"That's my girl," the voice warmed a bit.

"Gibbs," Abby pleaded now.

"I know Abby," he sighed. "I'm heading down to the lab of the bio scientist who developed the strain. And he will give me the cure."

The BAU had to give it to the man on the other line, the deadly promise held a weight that none ever heard before.

"And Gibbs?" Abby asked, she heard the silence that was her answer. "Bring him back."

"Always, Abs," with those words they could hear the connection broke off.

"Right," Morgan spoke. "I'll drive pretty boy to the hospital."

"I'll go with you," JJ spoke quickly.

Spencer smiled shakily in gratitude at the two.

Emily stood up and nodded at Hotch.

"Why don't I take Abby back to NCIS?"

Hotch nodded his assent and promised he'd step by the hospital later to check on them.

Abby and Spencer hugged quickly but fiercely, before Emily stepped behind the wheel of Abby's hearse.

As one of the FBI SUV's made his way back to DC, Morgan asked the question.

"Who's Tony, Reid?" he asked softly.

Spencer rubbed his face roughly with his hand.

"My cousin and my best friend. And the only family I have that is still sane and alive."