I beat my phobia!

Yes, so I see, Abby.

Since when did lab rats start carrying sig sauers?

The elevator dinged, and Abby dashed in looking frantic.

"Gibbs, where's Gibbs?" she asked, hopping from one foot to the other in anxiety.

Kate's head snapped up from her profile on Quassam.

"He's with the director" she said, looking at Abby quizzically.

"Tony?"

"The head"

Abby grunted in frustration. "Kate, could you please, please take this evidence down to autopsy? I can't even press the down button on the elevator anymore!"

"Why?"

Abby moaned

"Arrgh, um, err, oh heck. Autopsy phobia!"

"Uh…sure, Abs"

"Thanks Kate!"

"Leave it there by the door!"

"You have to sign!"

Kate bent down to place the evidence and blood by the door. She stood up, and headed for the elevator, but turned in shock to find a shadowed face lit with menace holding a sig with a silencer to her face, leering at her.

"Did you kill Quassam? Did you put that double tap in his heart?"

"She didn't kill him"

"Who did"

"Special agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs"

Two minutes later, Kate was lying face down on an autopsy table being searched by the anonymous terrorist.

"Special agent… Caitlin Todd. Hm. You any good with this gun, Caitlin?"

Kate rolled her eyes in frustration. "Give it back and I'll gladly demonstrate" she muttered.Demonstrate on your skull. She added as an afterthought.

"Ooh" he murmured. He was suddenly overcome with a feeling of attraction to Kate. His thoughts suddenly trained on her. He couldn't stop it. Suddenly, she was everywhere.

I have no intention of shooting Gerald again, Caitlin

"Doctor, please explain the rules, to stubborn little Caitlin"

"If we lie, or if he suspects we're lying, he will put a nine mill in one of Gerald's joints…"

"Be specific, ball or socket joints."

"But you omitted one condition." The terrorist added darkly.

"We mustn't attempt to trick him." Ducky added bleakly.

"But you did, doctor Mallard. You joined the ruse by calling her Abby!" He said in a voice dripping with malice.

He spun round to where Gerald was crouched on the floor, and with a jerk of his finger, blood spurted from Gerald's shoulder.

Kate gasped, jumping off the table to help Ducky with Gerald's shoulder.

"You Bastard!" she cried, helping prop Gerald up.

"You seem like such a bright young woman, and that's all you can say?" the shooter commented coolly.

"You… oh, bastard!" she exclaimed again as Gerald's blood spurted through her fingers trying to keep pressure on it.

An hour later, an idea sprung into Kate's mind. She reached behind her back to silently slide a scalpel off the table, but jerked her head up in surprise when Ducky whispered to her.

"No, Kate. He wants you to do it!"

The terrorist approached her, smirking at her. Kate's mind boiled with fury, and with a sudden lunge, attempted to plunge the scalpel into his heart. He took her by surprise, twisting the knife from her hand and before she knew it, he had curled his left arm around her waist and snapped it to his side. Kate struggled, unable to move against his strong hold.

"Caitlin, I have no intention of shooting Gerald again" he proclaimed in a laughing tone. He brought his lips close to hers, and whispered, "I did, however, want to see if I was right, about you" he tightened his grip, but released her after a comment from Ducky.

Kates fury seethed, and she shook where she stood. She felt powerless, no control to her fate.

The terrosrist suddenly sprang to the edge of the door frame. His dark eyes searched the lobby. He could have sworn, just there, that there was movement. He moved fast, grabbing Ducky and Gerald by the arms, tying their hands behind their backs, shoving them into the body coolers and spun round to Kate, and trained his gun on her heart.

"Walk" he commanded.

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