****Saturday, June 2nd 11:55 P.M****

"Mikel! Don't-"The last words were cut off as a knife was plunged into the stomach of Abigail Sciuto. The force of the blow caused the woman to fall back and land in an unnatural position as her head hit the cold, wet concrete floor of the alley. Deafening silence filled the darkly-lit space until footsteps could be heard running down the darkly lit pathway between two tall, brick buildings in the busy city of Washington D.C.

****Friday, June 1st 8:02 A.M****

"Gibbs!" Abby yelled as she ran out of the back elevators towards the afore mentioned man in the squad room. The special agent paused locking up his Sig and badge in his top desk draw.

"What do you need, Abs." The silver-haired fox asked. When he finally looked up, he noticed the look of confusion mixed with a touch of fear on her face. He walked around to the side of his desk so he could look straight at her.

"Remember when you found out about Mikel and made me promise to never keep stuff like that from you again?" She asked with a hint of nervousness coloring her tone.

Gibbs took a step closer to her, hoping to make her feel more safe and comfortable. "Yeah?" he asked with worry obvious in his voice.

"Ok, so I don't know if this actually means anything, but little things keep happening and it's starting to make me feel a little hinky."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. My door is open when I swore I locked it, or my bag is not where I thought I put it. Some of my things keep disappearing…"

Gibbs smiled, his nervousness starting to dissipate and be replaced with amusement.

"Abby, that stuff is all normal. Maybe your just more spacey lately than you thought you realized-"

"Gibbs, no! I know something else is going on here. I keep hearing things and I always have this feeling-like I'm being followed or something." She protested.

"Look, Abs," he said gently, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Everything will be fine." Without either one of them noticing, the main elevator doors opened and Hollis Mann stepped out and walked towards Gibbs.

"Gibbs-"

"You ready to go?" Mann said, knowingly cutting Abby off without sparing her a sideways glance.

"Yeah, almost." Gibbs replied, turning to look at her.

Abby starred at him questioningly. It was Friday morning and she'd never seen the boss take off early if it wasn't an emergency.

"I promised Holly that I would take her on a strictly 'no-work' week-end." He said with a slight smirk.

"Gibbs, I'm really getting creeped out here." Abby said almost desperately. Gibbs opened his mouth to respond to her, but Hollis stepped in before he could.

"Jethro, why don't you finish putting your stuff away so we can get out of her sooner?" She said.

Mann took a couple of steps over to Abby and somehow managed to appear to be looking down at her even though she was several inches shorter than the younger woman. "Don't you think that Jethro deserves some free time after catching things that the rest of you seem to miss? Or fixing your mistakes?" She whispered loud enough for only Abby to hear.

Abby took a step back, shocked and slightly wounded by Mann's statement.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. I just thought-" She said hesitantly, this time loud enough for Gibbs to hear.

"Abby, I'm sure this is nothing. It can wait a week-end and we'll deal with this when I get back, ok?" he asked, placing his hands on her shoulders.

Abby nodded and Gibbs leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek before turning back to Hollis and walking out with her with Abby starring almost transfixed.

"Everything okay, Abby?" The woman shook herself out of her revere and turned around to find Anthony DiNozzo watching her carefully.

"Yeah, uh yeah I guess. I've had this feeling like something hinky is going on, but Gibbs told me not to worry about it."

"Well you know that Gibbs' gut is never wrong."

"Yeah, but maybe it can get distracted." She whispered. Tony shrugged and went to go sit at his desk while Abby made her way back down to her lab, her eagle necklace glinting in the harsh light from the overheads.

****Saturday, June 2nd 11:45 P.M.****

"What do ya say we get out of here?" Dinozzo asked with a smirk on his face. Jeanne Benoit leaned over the table and nodded, the smirk curving her lips matching her own. Tony quickly pulled out his wallet and threw a hand full of bills on the table before pulling her out of her chair and out of the restaurant.

The couple walked down the street, their laughter melding in the air around them. The mood shifted, however, when Tony saw a man run out of an alleyway a few feet away from them. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. While he continued trying to figure out the mystery, he felt something hard dig into the bottom of his shoe. He removed his arm from around Jeanne's waist and bent to get a better look at what had caused his discomfort- an eagle necklace. Tony's eyes widened as the dots began to connect in his head.

"Jeanne, stay here until I tell you otherwise." He yelled, already beginning to run to mouth of the alley.

"Tony? What's going on?" The woman asked worriedly.

"Just stay there!" The agent responded, barely looking back at her before disappearing into the dark space between two buildings.

What he saw nearly made him collapse, but he somehow managed to stay standing long enough to make his way over to the prone form on the ground at the end of the passageway.

"Abs!" He cried, falling to his knees next to her head. "Jeanne! I need you here. Now! And call an ambulance!" He called out, hoping that his voice would carry to his girlfriend on the street. The forensic scientist on the ground in front of him slowly opened her eyes, smiling slightly when she saw her friend kneeling beside her.

"Tony…" She whispered weakly.

"Shh…" He whispered, gently running his hand over her hair. "Jeanne!" He shouted again without taking his eyes off of Abby.

"S'Hurts" she said slowly, her energy quickly fading as the effluence from her stomach wound continued.

"I know, sweetheart, I know." He responded, finally seeing his girlfriend running towards him. "But everything's going to be fine, yeah? I promise." Abby nodded slowly before her eyes began to drift closed. "Abbs? Abbs!" Tony shouted, trying to bring the woman back to consciousness. "Come on! Come back to me!"

"What's going on, Tony?" Jeanne asked, assuming the same position as Tony on the other side of Abby.

"Help her" was all he said, looking up at her with tears glistening in his eyes.

"Who is she?" Jeanne asked, unable to keep a small amount of jealousy from creeping its way into her voice, despite the dire circumstances.

"My sister. Please help her."

"You don't have a sister."

"Not by blood! She's not a blood relative, but she's my sister in every other sense of the word." Tony responded. "Look, we're running out of time. I'll explain everything later, I promise. Just please do something. She was talking before, but she's lost consciousness not and I don't want it to get worse."

Snapping into doctor mode, Jeanne immediately started assessing the situation. The knife was still embedded in Abby's stomach. Normally, Jeanne would say leave it in until they got to the hospital and could see what was going on inside, but she could see that the knife was dirty and rusting and had to be removed before the possibility of infection complicated things more.

"Take off your shirt." She said in a no-nonsense voice.

"I don't think now is the time-"

"Tony! I need something to press against her wound to stop the flow of blood when I pull the knife out."

"Oh" Tony had the decency to look mildly embarrassed as he removed first his blazer and then his button down shirt, leaving himself in his white undershirt.

"Ok, I'm going to slowly pull the blade out. As soon as it's out completely, you need to press the shirt on the wound." When Tony nodded in agreement, Jeanne carefully placed her hand on the handle of the knife. She carefully extracted the blade, pulling at just the right speed so as to not inflict more damage. As soon as he saw the tip of the knife, Tony pressed his balled up shirt against the wound on Abby's stomach, applying light but firm pressure.

"I already called an ambulance. It should be here soon." Jeanne said as she watched the man with whom she is in love care for this other woman. She knew he said she was like his sister, but it didn't stop a modicum of jealously from entering her mind.

Almost as soon as she said the words, sirens could be heard coming up the street. Within minutes, two men carrying a stretcher between them walked towards them. They carefully took over for Tony and shifted Abby's body to the stretcher. Before they knew it, Abby was being loaded into the back of the ambulance. Tony climbed in with her, ignoring any calls that he couldn't do so and Jeanne followed him, using her position as a doctor to justify her place in the back.

The driver started the car pulled out onto the street, preparing to take a left at the next intersection. "Whoa, wait. What are you doing? Bethesda's in the other direction." Tony asked, not realizing that they wouldn't know that Abby is a federal worker, especially considering the way she was dressed.

"We're taking her to George Washington."

"No, she's a forensic scientist for NCIS. Take her to Bethesda." The paramedic gave him a strange look, as did Jeanne, but Tony ignored the later. Instead, he began to go through her purse, looking for her ID. "Come on Abs, you always have your ID on you." he murmured to himself. Realizing that he wouldn't be able to find the ID in all the stuff she kept in her bag, Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out his own.
"I'm a federal agent and I can vouch for her." He said, refusing to meet Jeanne's shocked and confused gaze. For now, he just had to concentrate on Abby. The rest he would deal with later. Thankfully, the man seemed to believe him because Tony felt the ambulance change its path and head toward the naval hospital.