Here's the 2nd story in my series. If you haven't read the 1st story, then I advise you to not proceed until you do. This is a series. It runs in sequence. To understand certain things (especially where Jamie came from), it's best to just start at the beginning. This series is kind of like my very own NCIS season 4. As of this point, the series consists of: story 1 A Link to the Past (comes in 3 parts)… story 2 Wrong Place, Wrong Time (current story). Hope you enjoy it.

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Saturday

Chapter 1

For the first time since their friendship began, Abby and Jamie are finally at a concert together. The band they're watching is Abby's favorite band; Plastic Death. The concert is at a rather small place which has a bar and can fit roughly one hundred and seventy people as its maximum occupancy. The building has a couple back rooms behind the stage area. The bar is on the right side of the building. On the left side of the building there's a small hallway area with rooms. Both the backstage rooms and side rooms are off-limits to the concert-goers. The bathrooms are close to where the off-limit side rooms are. The music is playing loudly as most people crowd around the stage.

Jamie is up in front of the stage and has been there for quite some time, while Abby is more toward the back near the bar. Jamie makes her way through the crowd to the back to chat with Abby.

"How are you doing back here, Abs?" Jamie asked.

"I'm fine." Abby replied. "You enjoying yourself up in front?"

"Of course I am. You were right… Plastic Death is awesome." Jamie answered. "Where's your guy friend?"

"He's around here somewhere. Don't exactly know where he went though."

"What's his name again?"

"I don't remember."

"Ha-ha!" Jamie laughed.

"Excuse me if I can't remember a guy's name when I've had a little too much to drink."

"Guess I'm going be the one driving us home tonight. Unless you decide to go home with what's his face."

"I highly doubt that would happen. Besides… I'd have to be incredibly drunk and on the verge of death to go home with whomever the hell he is. He seems rather… creepy. Nice, but creepy. He's been hanging around me most of the night." Abby said. "It's kind of freaking me out in a way. Or maybe it's just freaking me out because I'm drunk. I really don't know."

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. You want leave as soon as I get back?"

"Yeah…"

"Okay, I'll be back in a couple minutes."

Jamie walks away in the direction of the bathroom. Once at the bathroom, she opens the door and walks inside.

After getting out of the bathroom, Jamie is walking passed the small hallway area which is off-limits to the concert-goers. The security guard who is supposed to be there watching and making sure no one goes into the area is nowhere in sight. Jamie notices something at the end of the hallway. It appears to be a hand, or least something that resembles a hand. It's hard for Jamie to tell exactly because it's lying just inside of one of the doorways. Jamie continues to look down the hallway at the object as she's trying to figure out what it is exactly. She strains her eyes as she really can't see a large enough portion of the object to determine what it is. She finally notices a trail of blood drops coming out from the hallway and leading into the open concert area. As Jamie begins to descend down the hallway because her curiosity has gotten the better of her, a security guard grabs her by the arm.

"Miss, you can't go down there."

"I think there's a body in that room at the end." Jamie points down the hallway. "There's also blood on the floor."

"Stay here."

The security guard walks down the hallway to the end where the hand is lying in the doorway. He looks inside the room. Jamie was right, the object is a hand. In the room is a dead body. The security guard grabs his walkie-talkie.

"We have a situation here. There's a body at the end of the off-limits area. Seal off all exits. No one gets in, no one gets out."

An emergency call is made to the police. The security guards seal off all exits to detain the concert-goers from leaving the scene of the crime until the police arrive. Jamie runs to where Abby is standing near the bar. A security guard runs to aid the one who found the body. Both security guards decide to follow the trail of blood drops. The concert is completely stopped and a staff member makes an announcement for people to remain calm. Jamie finally approaches Abby.

"Do you know what's going on, Jamie?"

"There's a dead body at the end of the hallway over there." Jamie points in the direction.

"That's not good." Abby said. "And I wanted to leave."

"No it's…" Jamie paused as she notices a little bit of blood on Abby's coat. "Abs… Please tell me that's not what it looks like." Jamie points to Abby's coat pocket.

Abby reaches her hand into the deep pocket of her coat. She feels something inside of the pocket; something that wasn't there before. She takes hold of the object as she wonders what on earth it could possibly be. Abby slowly pulls the object out of the pocket. Abby looks at what she now holds in her hand and her eyes widened. While holding the bloody knife, the two security guards that were following the trail of blood point their tazer guns at her.

"Freeze!" One security guard shouted.

"Put the knife down!" The other guard exclaimed.

Abby drops the knife. The knife falls to the floor. Upon hitting the floor, the knife bounces which ends up causing some of the blood to be tossed off. After one large bounce and two small bounces as it settles on the floor, Abby puts her hands up.

"It's not mine. I swear."

One security guard pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He approaches Abby in a cautious manner.

"This is just a misunderstanding." Jamie defends her friend.

"Move away, Miss." The security guard said, referring to Jamie.

Jamie steps off to the side. As Abby is being handcuffed, she looks to her friend. Jamie can see the fear in Abby's eyes and the frightened expression upon her face. Jamie immediately calls her father, Gibbs.