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The timer ticked slowly; three minutes seemed like three years or an eternity. Roselyn's hands shook violently as she waited for the test to finish. She paced anxiously across her room...back…forth… back again. For a second it was almost as if a faint trail of smoke was burning through the carpet where her footprints were wearing in. "Relax," Abby whispered gently. She padded the distance between herself and her friend and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "No matter what, it's all going to be alright."

"You can't be positive of that," Roselyn responded, her voice shaky at best.

"I *know* Gibbs; he is not going to stop loving you over this. He's a supportive guy, he's your father, no matter what."

"Adoptive," Roselyn points out.

"Doesn't matter to him; you're his kid, you're always going to be his kid. You're going to make plenty of mistakes in life—I sure have—and Gibbs has never stopped loving me any less. I'm his favorite. And ditto for the Director."

Roselyn smiled gently, took a deep breath, and nodded. "You're right, you are. I'm just being stupid."

"You're not stupid; you're scared. It's understandable." Abby smiled reassuringly, and reached out to pat her friend on the back. "You're shaking," she frowned, looking down at Roselyn.

"I'm scared," Roselyn admitted through a soft, croaked voice.

"We'll all be here for you no matter what happens and what you decide to do. I promise." Abby's promises were always kept; to the 'Happiest goth girl in the world' promises were not meant to be broken. The spunky, fiery woman was nothing if not loyal and devoted to the people around her.

"I know," Roselyn whispered with the knowledge that what Abby said was the truth and nothing but. Her head cocked sideways, her body tensed, at the faint sound of the ding of timer emanating from her bedroom's conjoined bathroom. She hesitated, her face flushed, and for a minute she thought her heart had stopped. Had it? She lifted her palm up to her chest; no, it was still beating, rapidly in fact. It took a few minutes, but she finally hoisted herself up and edged toward the bathroom. There it was; the slender white stick with the blue cap on it, still sitting on the white porcelain sink just waiting to be read.

Roselyn edged closer, her breath caught, heart still racing. Slowly, she lifted the test off the sink, and glanced down at the tiny reading window: 'Pregnant'. Plain as day, no room for mistakes. 'Pregnant.'

Her heart lurched, eyes welled with tears, and she dropped the test as if it were the plague. She turned her head slowly, and nodded at Abby; Abby hadn't had to ask aloud for confirmation—the look on Roselyn's face was confirmation enough.

The night had gone slowly for Roselyn; she laid up half the night in bed, sobbing softly, her thoughts racing. What was she going to do? What did she want to do? What were her options? She didn't know. She got nauseous when the sun peaked over the horizon, and spent the better half of the morning in the bathroom, her face down in the toilet. Thank god for toilet fresheners.

Hollis woke up around 8, and spent the better half of the morning calling Roselyn to breakfast.

'When I can stop puking, the little blonde woman is mine,' Roselyn thought bitterly. The woman, though only trying to be nice, was annoying. Seriously annoying, and Roselyn wished in that instant that she was home with Jenny. Jenny left her alone on the weekends; refrained from waking her up. And because NCIS never closed, Jenny always left breakfast on a plate in the microwave for her. That was how you dealt with teenagers; annoying them could be detrimental to one's health.

Again, Hollis knocked on the door, using her knuckles to amplify the sound of the knock. "Roselyn, breakfast is getting cold!"

"Go away!" Roselyn finally snapped. G.I. Barbie would not survive the morning if she kept it up.

"I just wanted to make sure you had breakfast before you went back to your mot"- Hollis called through the crack of the door but stopped when Roselyn flung the barrier open and growled.

"I'd rather eat at her place. My food tends not to move when she cooks it," Roselyn hissed.

"Play nice, Roselyn!" Gibbs called from down the hall. "And talk with respect!"

"Freedom of speech!" Roselyn called back and slammed the door in Hollis' face. She flipped the lock and went back to the bathroom. Another wave of nausea, another trip to the toilet. Jenny would be there soon, and she'd be temporarily saved.

When she was done tossing the contents of her stomach into the toilet, she straightened and leaned against the wall to catch her breath, and used the soles of her feet to flush the toilet. The air was musty and smelled putridly of vomit; Roselyn forced herself to her feet and walked into her bedroom, closing the bathroom door behind her. She curled up on her bed; the mattress was a comfortable change to her bathroom floor and toilet.

"Roselyn! Roselyn I need your laundry!"

"Go away!" Roselyn called angrily. "Please just go away!"

"I need your laundry," Hollis said, stepping into the room now. She glanced around the room and crinkled her nose. "Have you been throwing up again?" she asked, reaching for a few of Roselyn's shirts that were scattered on the floor, and a couple pairs of jeans.

Roselyn grabbed the clothes back and yanked them towards her. "I can do my own laundry. And no," she lied.

"It smells like you've just been throwing up…" Hollis pushed. G.I. Barbie just never knew when to let things go.

"I said no now gets out of my room!" Roselyn snapped.

"I'm only trying to help and you will not talk to me like th"- Again, cut off.

"I'll take it from here, Colonel Mann," A voice came from the backyard. Hollis turned to find Jenny standing there, and slowly nodded her head. "Fine," she muttered, stepping out of the room.

Jenny shut the bedroom door behind her and moved to sit down on the bed. "You have got to stop giving her such a hard time."

"In my defense, her dinner tried to eat me alive last night," Roselyn muttered and turned to face her.

"Well I'll agree she's not the best cook, but she is your elder and she is Gibbs' girlfriend, and she's been very nice to you. She deserves respect."

"The woman can't even make sure dinner is dead before she serves it. She annoys me to the end of the Earth and back. Besides, who respects Barbie these days?"

"Roselyn…" Jenny trailed warningly. "What has gotten into you lately?" she sighed, sweeping a few strands of loose hair from her daughter's face.

Roselyn swallowed hard and looked deep into Jenny's eyes, holding her stare. "We have to talk. And now."

Jenny shook her head just slightly. "You're scaring me…"

"It only gets worse. I promise."