CHAPTER 1

"Look at the time!" Forensic Specialist Abigail Sciuto gasped as she glanced at the clock hanging on the wall in her lab.

It was late, almost half past 10, way passed her usual knock-off time but Abby loved her job and was used to working for long hours. As she walked around the lab turning off her equipment she slurped up the last of her caf-pow.

"Good night everyone," Abby said to her crew of machines as she took off her lab coat.

Before she walked out the door she stopped to give her much-loved hippo, Bert, a quick hug.

"Sleep well," she said before exiting her lab.

As she entered the elevator Abby decided she wasn't ready to go home, with the caffeine from her last caf-pow still circling her system she needed to go out, have some fun.

"I wonder if someone is still here," She said to herself as she pressed the button that would take her up to the squad room.

The elevator chimed as the doors opened and Abby stepped out into the dark room. The entire room was in darkness apart from one desk light. Abby headed towards the familiar desk. Walking in the dark whilst wearing platform boots was difficult, she stumbled constantly until she turned the corner and stepped into the bullpen.

"Hey Ziva!" Abby greeted her friend with a large smile on her face.

"Hi Abby," Officer Ziva David said looking up from her computer.

"Working late?" Abby asked.

"Actually I was just finishing up," Ziva replied turning back to the bright screen.

"Great do you mind if I wait around," Abby questioned.

"Be my guest, I will be done soon," Ziva stated.

Abby patiently walked around the bullpen and waited for Ziva to get her things together.

"Ok, I am done," Ziva said as she stood up and reached over to grab her jacket.

"Ok so Ziva, where do you want to go?" Abby asked as Ziva pulled on her jacket and they headed towards the elevator.

"Home, to sleep," Ziva replied.

"Oh come on Ziva! Let's go have some fun," Abby pleaded.

"Abby, it is 10:30, I am tired and I have to work tomorrow," Ziva stated as they entered the elevator.

"So do I," Abby added as she pushed the button that would take them to the ground floor.

"I do not understand how you have enough energy to want to go out," Ziva sighed.

"Do you know how many caf-pow's I've had today Ziva?" Abby replied as she raised her eyebrows.

"Of course," Ziva said.

The elevator doors slid open and Ziva headed towards her car, though her car was in the opposite direction Abby followed Ziva.

"Please!" Abby begged continuously.

Once they reached her car, a red mini with black stripes, Ziva couldn't take it any more.

"The answer is no Abby, now do yourself a favour and stop annoying the mossad assassin!" She snapped.

"OK," Abby surrendered as she backed away holding her hands in the air, "goodnight."

Ziva didn't reply. She just got in her car, slammed the door and drove away leaving Abby alone in the car park.

"I wonder what's up her nose," Abby said to herself as she shrugged.

She turned around and walked back to her car. She reached her car and started searching through her bag for her keys. All of a sudden she felt the hard, cold end of a gun pressed up against the back of her neck. She gasped in shock and her bag fell to the ground, her stuff went everywhere.

"Don't scream," said the man standing behind her, "or I'll shoot you."

"Ok," Abby whispered in fear.

"Now walk," said the man who placed a heavy hand on her shoulder and pulled her away.