AUTHOR: April C-M
EMAIL: aprilmermoud
RATING: MA
FEEDBACK: Yes, please. That would be so nice of you.
SUMMARY: Abby is attacked in her home, sadly for her and Gibbs the attacker is far to close to both of them.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and I am make NO money off this story. I appreciate the Minds at NCIS and The Amazing actors who help bring these characters to life!

This story has been kicking around in my head for a while! Not sure how the outcome is gonna be at the moment, Eh Who am I kidding yes I do but I'm not gonna tell. I will worn everyone that some may not like who the "Bad" guy is but Know that I do LOVE this character and I know this character would NEVER Do this, but I will explain why it came to me when we get there!

AND AWAY WE GO!


As She heard the front door shut, She felt her self being to tremble. She couldn't believe it had just happened, She had begged and pleaded for him to stop. The smile on his face and the smell of the booze still surrounded her.

Eventually she stood on shaky legs and walked to the bathroom as she pulled off what was left of her torn clothing and climbed into the shower, She began washing away all evidence of what had happened, She watched as blood swirled around her feet. The water burned the scraps on her back and arms. She could see the bruises forming across her thighs, hips and arms. She knew there would be bruises on her throat from his hands, The bite marks she could see on her breasts had turned bright red, She hissed in pain as she ran the soapy rag across them.

After the water began to become to cold to withstand, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, She wrapped her towel around her and walked back to her bedroom, the sight of the broken objects around her finally broke her out of her daze, Tears began to run down her face as she collapsed to the floor. She reached out and grabbed her phone from the floor where it had landed when she had tried to call for help during the struggle. She hit the number she knew well as her hands trembled, It rang twice before he answered,

"Hey Abbs" As she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out was a strangled sob, as the phone slid from her hand. She could hear his voice calling to her as she pulled herself from the floor, and stumbled to the bathroom as She felt her stomach begin to revolt from the realization that someone she trusted had just raped her.

As she heaved into the toilet, her mind raced, How could he do that to her? She trusted him! I need Gibbs! OH God Gibbs, He will be so angry! Would he be angry at her? Was he right? Would Gibbs believe it had been her fault somehow? That she had lead him on? Tears streamed harder down her face, as she realized she could never tell Gibbs who had hurt her. She knew she would have to tell him what happened, One look at the marks on her body and he would know, But she would tell him she didn't know who it was. She let her body slide to the cold floor as she waited for Gibbs.

She heard her front door slam open and her name being called, but couldn't get her self to answer. She listened as his footsteps grew closer, She knew when he had finally seen her, because his steps faltered, just for a moment. She heard his gasp of shock as he reached her, She knew she was hurt but she didn't know how badly. She flinched as his hand came to rest on her shoulder, but he didn't pull away. He turned her and lifted her into his arms, She cried out in pain as his hands hit the bruises and cuts on her back. He whispered an apology into the top of her head as he carried her to her bed.

He laid her gently on the bed, in the process her towel had came open and he could see the bruises and the bite marks covering her body. She felt him cover her again with the towel, his hand coming to rest on her cheek as he gently called her name, after a moment she blinked and turn to look at him as new tears filled her eyes. She could see his lips moving but she couldn't make out any sounds, She couldn't even try to read his lips.

He began to pull away so She reached out and grasped his hand as she watched him pull his phone out, He must be calling for help she thought. She prayed silently that he wouldn't call him, that he would just call for an ambulance and not the team, She wasn't sure she could control her reaction if he walked in. After a moment she felt Gibbs hand return to her cheek, She jumped slightly but turned to look at him again. This time when he spoke she could hear him, but she shuddered when she heard him, "Who did this to you Abby?" She shook her head and gripped his hand tighter, "Abby, Please? Who did this?" she heard him plead. She felt panic grow in her chest, she shook her head harder, as tears slid down her face. Doesn't he understand I can't tell him? He would hate me! Its all my fault!

She felt the bed dip as he lifted her to his lap, His head came to rest on hers as he rocked her, She heard him calling her name, begging her to calm down. That she was safe, that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her again. She breathed in through her nose and she could smell his after shave, the sawdust. She felt her self beginning to calm, Gibbs was here, He wouldn't let him hurt her again. If Gibbs could just stay she would be ok, Everything would be ok.


Gibbs stood in his basement working on his boat when his phone rang, He turned quickly and glanced at the caller ID with a small grin, when he saw who it was calling him. He flipped open the phone and pressed it to his ear.

"Hey Abbs" He answered with a grin, he knew she liked it when he answered her calls like that. His grin froze on his face at the gut-wrenching sob that he heard, "Abby? Whats wrong?" He called into the phone, but got no answer "Abby? Answer me!" after a moment he could hear her heaving as he rushed up the stairs and out the door.

As He drove he didn't dare hang up the phone, but all he could hear now was silence. His heart beat rapidly in his chest as he punched the accelerator. As her apartment came into view thought he noticed a very familiar car drive past him, but he focused back on getting to Abby as quickly as possible.

He slammed into park and rushed up the stairs to her apartment, As he opened the door he pulled his gun from his waist and called out for her, He noticed the broken items and torn and bloody clothing along with blood covered glass from her broken coffee table, as he made his way to her bedroom, As he stepped thought the door his eyes instantly found her. He felt as though someone had punched him square in the chest, Blood seeped from deep gashes along her back, bruises covered what wasn't cut. He could see from there the bruises that were forming around her upper arms, He rushed to her and he gasped at the bruises and marks across her face and neck.

He knelt next to her and reached out carefully to touch her shoulder, He felt his anger begin to grow as she flinched under his hand. He carefully rolled her over and lifted her as carefully as he could off the cold floor, His eyes filled with tears at her shout of pain. "I'm so sorry Abbs." he whispered into her hair. He quickly moved her to the bed, as he laid her down her towel caught in his grip and pulled away from her body, He could see the bruises that covered most of her lower body and the bite marks that littered her chest, He could feel a cold rage building inside of him as he carefully laid the towel back over her.

After a moment he swallowed his anger and pain for the moment and focused on the woman laying on the bed, He reached down and placed his hand on her cheek, as he called to her, after a few tries she blinked and turn to look at him, but her eyes seemed to look right though him,

"I'm going to call for help, OK? Abby? Can you hear me sweetheart?" but she just stared at him as if she couldn't understand the words he spoke, so he stood and reached into his pocket for his phone but before he could move to far, her hand reached out and grabbed his, He tightened his grip on her hand as he lifted the phone to his ear and called 911, He watched as she turned to look at the ceiling before looking down at her hand, it was then he noticed the marks on her wrist, He knew them from somewhere, and then it hit him like a ton of bricks, Handcuffs. Then the car he had seen came into sharp view, He knew that car. He knew who drove it, a sick feeling filled his chest, as he hung up the phone.

He leaned forward again and placed his hand back on her cheek as she jumped slightly. He swallowed deeply before asking her. "Who Did this to you, Abby?" He watched as fear filled her eyes as she shook her head, "Abby, Please? Who did this?" He pleaded with her, but he watched as she began to shake uncontrollably as she cried out that he would hate her. He could see the panic attack coming so he quickly and gently lifted her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he dared, and began rocking her. He whispered into her hair that he was here, she was safe. But He felt pure hatred and sadness fill him as he filled in the pieces that were starting to fit together, He didn't want to believe it but deep down he knew what had happened. Someone they had both trusted had broken it in the worst way possible. He could hear the ambulance getting closer as he felt her begin to relax in his arms.


TBC.