(A/N) Okay, so my local network only just showed 'Twilight' last week, and I was absolutely devastated.I wanted to write a fanfic because i know it will be ages (if ever) till we get Season 3. I know nthing about Season 3 except for what I read in other fanfics. My version of what happened after Twilight is fairly simply stated in this and other chapters of my story.

I would really love reviews to tell me how I'm doing. I don't expect this story to be good, but any suggestions for improvement would be greatly appreciated. However, this is my first NCIS fic, so please be gentle with your suggestions.

Sorry it's so short.

Chapter 1.

Abby glanced around her, trying to figure out where they had all gone. They were here just a moment ago, but now they seemed to have disappeared. "Gibbs? Kate?" she called out to her empty lab. "Tony? Dammit McGee? If you're trying to scare me you're doing a damn good job!" she called, but the only sound greeting her was the echo of her own voice. Her heart started thumping as she became more and more distressed, and she got off her stool to start searching. "Kate! Tony! Where the hell are you!" she cried still, as she made her way through the corridors of the building. She turned this way and that, and soon found herself in the offices. She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw all four heads peaking over the tops of their chairs, right where they should be. She strode confidently into the bullpen, and began talking to Kate.

"Hey Kate, nice disappearing act. How'd you manage-" She stopped short, and gasped when she saw Kate's face. It was beautiful as ever, except for the blank look in her eyes, and the small bullet hole in the middle of her forehead. Blood was starting to run down her face, and although she wanted to look away, Abby found her eyes glued to Kate's. She backed away slowly from her friend's desk, terrified of the sight, and was startled when she ran into Tony's. She managed to tear her eyes away from Kate's face, and found them instead upon Tony's, and an equally disturbing sight. His face was pale and sweaty, his lips parched dry and his skin sallow and waxy. His eyes were also open, and the glazed pupils stared straight at Abby. She turned away, unable to look at him any longer.

But she wasn't saved- because the moment she turned she saw the corpses of both Gibbs and McGee, their wrists slashed. Blood was pouring all over the place. And not just any blood; the blood of her closest friends and colleagues.

"No." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the cascade of thoughts filling her head. She tried to run, but no mater which way she turned, all she saw where those eyes, all of them staring at her, into her soul , imploring her to help them. In her head she could hear their cries for help, but she couldn't move. She couldn't help.

"Please," she cried. "I'm sorry, I can't help." She started to cry, black mascara running down her face. All she could hear was their thoughts jumping out at her.

"Help us!" they cried. "You're the only one who can." Abby desperately wished them to stop. She wanted to run… to run far away. She tried to apologize, but their thoughts drowned out her own. Still she cried, and still they called; "Abby! Abby!"

-"Abby!"

Abbie jolted upright on her stool, falling backwards from the force. She was steadied by a strong hand.

"Whoa there, Abs! You okay there?"

Abby, still trying to catch her breath, took in her surroundings. She was in the lab- her computer right in front of her, and her lab equipment all where it should be. A comforting, familiar voice had just asked her a question, which she had to answer.

"Uh… I… Ummm…." She tried to say, but couldn't quite get the words out. "I think so." She managed to say.

Gibbs frowned his infamous frown. "Another nightmare?" he asked, concerned.

Abby had two choices. She could lie and say she didn't remember, or she could come clean. Either way, Gibbs would know the truth. That man was like a lie detector.

"Ummm… yeh, but it's not important." She said, voice still trembling a little.

"Well, if you say so. What're you still doing here anyway? Its 1.30 in the morning."

"Well, what with everything that happened… y'know… with…" she couldn't say the name of the man who had killed Kate. "Well, I just got so far behind in my work. I really gotta catch up."

Gibbs observed her for a moment, clearly deciding what to say. "Go home Abs." he said. "You're exhausted. You have to get some sleep." His voice was soft, laced with concern. It was a tone not often heard from him lately.

"I can't go home Gibbs. Not till you do."

Gibbs shook his head, and Abby could see him trying to figure out the best way to win the impending argument.

"You can't change my mind Gibbs" she said stubbornly. "Until you go home and get some sleep, I'm staying here."

Gibbs used the last option open to him. The Stare. The stare that could take own Tony, Kate and McGee in only a few seconds. He held it for what seemed like hours, before he realised that she wouldn't cave. Abby could be one stubborn girl when she wanted to.

"Fine then." Gibbs said, resigned. "Just make sure you get some sleep."

Abby felt a sense of relief and achievement wash over her as Gibbs took off his jacket. If she could withstand The Stare, then she could certainly kick these nightmares. She caught the jacket Gibb threw to her. "Use that as a pillow" he said, and with that, he walked out of the room.

Abby folded the jacket up and flopped on the floor, putting the jacket beneath her head. Gibbs was right- she really needed some sleep. She was so tired. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had more than a few hours sleep. Closing her eyes, she imagined she was at home, in her nice comfy coffin. It didn't take long before she drifted off…

Abby crept into her lab, looking for her friends again. They weren't anywhere she had looked. She looked furtively behind all her equipment, but still she turned up empty. Behind her she could hear footsteps, and turning, she found herself face to face with a monster- the monster who had infiltrated the team and stolen so much from them.

"Hello Abigail" he said in his thickly accented voice, before-

BANG!

Abby jerked awake, once again gasping for breath. She scrambled to get up off the floor

"Screw sleeping." she mumbled under her breath, and got back to work. She opened up a document, and looked at the crime scene photos sent to her by another team.

The moment she saw the first picture, her stomach turned. She literally felt sick to the stomach, and with each picture uploading onto her computer, her nausea grew worse. It wasn't the sight of the blood on the walls, nor the colour of the body; she'd seen worse than this. No, what she felt was something completely different to anything she'd felt before. In the back of her mind she felt something stirring. A memory. A dark memory that she never wanted to unveil. She'd hoped to God (who she didn't believe in) that it would stay where she'd left it- deep in her subconscious where it wouldn't bother her. But now, she couldn't avoid it. The flashes came, horrible visions of blood, pain and horror. She could feel the darkness of her past beginning to envelope her, and no matter how hard she fought it, she was paralysed. The last thought that entered her mind before she passed:

'Please. It can't be happening again.'

-Fredikayllow