MIND OVER MATTER by Gwenhwyfar

Rating: M for Mature

Pairing: Abby/Gibbs

Summary: This time, he was too late.

Spoilers: general warning for everything up to season 10

Trigger warnings: drug use, rape, emetophobia

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. I only own this idea.

Author's note: I appreciate any constructive criticism. I didn't use a beta, but I have made use of Hemmingway Beta. I'm about as well versed in science as Gibbs is with electronics, so basically this is bunch of mumbo jumbo.

Gibbs sat at his desk, working to catch the murderer navy ensign Davies, who had been found dead in his dump of a house in the less savory parts of DC. He had actually expected a call from Abby right about now. DiNozzo had delivered their evidence to her two hours ago and in most cases she had some preliminary results within the hour. As he felt like stretching his legs, he decided to go down and pay her a visit.

He exited the elevator to the basement floor of NCIS HQ and noticed that most rooms were already dark though it wasn't late. The familiar bass of Abby's music thrummed softly through the hallway, a testament to the excellent soundproofing they had installed throughout the building after Dearing's bomb. Only when he opened the door to her lab he realised something was very, very wrong.

Abby was laying on the ground, thrashing and screaming, her eyes squeezed shut. Her skirt had ridden up, one thigh high sock had come undone and she had a bleeding gash on her head. The sight of her flailing in a sickeningly large bloodstain on the floor send Gibbs in a frenzy. Though he intellectually knew head wounds often bled far worse than they were, it still send shivers down his spine.

"No, no, no, please God, don't, no, no, no!" Abby screamed. "I'll do anything, don't hurt me, no, no, no!". Gibbs knelt beside her, trying to determine what the hell was wrong with her. Meanwhile, he dialed Tony. "Hey bo.." Tony's voice came on the other sound of the line, but was interrupted by Abby's scream. "STOP! NO!"

"What the fuck?"

"Call 911 and find Ducky! Something's wrong with Abby." Gibbs barked to his second in command. The line disconnected without the other man saying one more word.

Gibbs gingerly touched Abby's arm and called out to her. He was pretty sure she wouldn't want to be seen in the state of undress she was currently in. He smoothed her skirt down with detached emotions. That was a terrible mistake. Her eyes flew open in terror and registered his face, but her eyes were not truly hers. "Gibbs?" she breathed. "I'm here Abby, it's going to be okay." he tried to say, but then his mind understood why she looked different. There was a fear in her eyes like he had never seen before. Not with Dearing, with Ari or the murderous car. This fear was not for him, but because of him. She let out a bloodcurdling scream. That exact moment DiNozzo, McGee and Ziva ran inside with their guns drawn. As they gave the all-clear, Ducky rushed in. "Stop, no, please, God, not you too. Please don't, please don't, pleaseee" Abby begged at no-one they could see. Her fingers pulled at the hem of her skirt, the knuckles white from her iron grip. She was pulling the skirt down, protecting herself?

"Jethro, what happened here?" Ducky asked as he tried to take Abby's pulse. The team stood around, momentarily dumbfounded at the display before them.

"I have no idea. I found her like this."

Abby was still thrashing, trying to get away from the ME's attempts to help her. A fresh gush of blood came from the wound at her head. This seemed to wake the younger agents from their stupor and they scrambled to hold Abby down. That, however, only served to agitate her even more. One hand shot out and unseeingly grabbed Tim, busy pushing her shoulder down, by the nape and pulled out a good chunk of his hair. He howled in pain but kept pushing, grabbing her hand and keeping that down as well. DiNozzo at her other shoulder did the same.

In the mean time, Ducky had grabbed his bag. He produced a syringe, plunging the needle in Abby's arm. It was chilling to watch her still, her voice slurring on the words she was still uttering. As unconsciousness took her, the entire team was shocked to hear her last words.

"Gibbs, I trusted you. Stop, ST..."