Silent Reverie
Rated: T for now, for violence and language.
Summary: Terror strikes close to the team...
Disclaimer: I don't own them...but I love to write them.
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood inside the emergency room after bringing in a critically injured suspect in their latest case. He had been the one who shot him. But the suspect had had his gun aimed at his team, and he wasn't taking any chances. The man was obviously guilty, but Gibbs didn't want him to get off this easy.
He had sent the rest of his team home and called for Ducky to pick him up. Now he was just waiting. After signing some papers, and insuring that the suspect would be restrained until he could be picked up after treatment, Gibbs made his way outside to wait for his friend. It was dark, nearing ten, and the air was crisp and chilly.
An ambulance had just pulled up as he came out. EMTs were rushing out to assist the technicians in unloading the gurney. Gibbs glanced briefly at the patient before walking past them. And he stopped suddenly, turning back to look again. The bloodied body on the gurney was familiar... his heart began to sting as he made his way after the gurney. The technicians were rushing into the emergency room.
"Hey!" Gibbs shouted after them.
"Sir, you'll have to hold on," one of them called back.
"What happened to her?" he continued to follow them. But they didn't answer as they rushed the gurney in. Several E.R nurses and doctors met them and took the gurney from them through the O.R doors. One of the EMTs stayed behind and turned to Gibbs.
"Do you know her?" he asked.
"She works for me. What happened?" he asked, trying to look through the windows in the door.
"We happened to be stopping for gas at the Apple Market on Arlington and Edgemoor," the EMT told him, "I saw what happened...the guy pushed her back up against the car and he...he slit her throat."
Gibbs face went pale. His heart beat loudly in his ears. "We did all we could do. We need to let the surgeons do what they can now. She didn't have identification on her. So if you could give us a name, we could pull up her medical records and that would help." Gibbs opened his mouth to speak, but his voice cracked, and he stopped to clear his throat.
"Abby...Abigail Sciuto..."