The ground moved quickly beneath her feet. She generally didn't run, but she sure could when the time called for it. Abagail Sciuto, in her high platform boots, was running as fast as she could to find the nearest main road. She'd gotten away from him, but she wasn't sure how far behind he was. She hadn't even regitered if he was armed or not. She could see the paved road not far ahead, maybe then she could find her way back to NCIS.
Left, right, left, right...not much farther...
CRACK
Searing pain in her skull. She flew foward, only a few meters from the road. She hissed as her palms made contact with sharp roots and thorns. Kneeling, she felt up to her forhead to feel a slippery indentation. She was bleeding.
Abby pulled out her cell phone quickly and called Gibb's speed dial. He was number 1. She heard it ring once before he picked up.
"Gibbs." He grunted.
"GIBBS! COME QUICK! YOU'VE GOTTA-" She'd managed to cry, before another yelp of pain tore at her throat. She'd been hit in the back with a plank of wood.
Her attacker stood above her. All Abby could do was lay there and sob silently. He'd knocked the wind out of her.
"Abby? Abby!" She could hear Gibbs' tone from where her attacker had kicked the phone away.
Abby'd barely had the air available to quietly whisper his name back before the man crushed the phone with his foot.