Hey guys! This is my first story in awhile, but I am very committed to it. I will most likely be posting a new chapter everyday because it will be a little bit shorter than I'd like. Each chapter will be from a different view point, or maybe two people who were together in the end of the season 9 finale episode.
Without further adu, please enjoy! Thank you!
Sirens. That is the first thing she heard when she awoke.
They were…far away. Maybe approaching? The dark haired woman could not tell because anything she tried to think was drowned out by the incessant ringing. The ringing was everywhere. She couldn't…couldn't…ouch.
Abby lifted herself off of the floor slowly, the walls and floor were ringing with pain and she was disoriented. Glass cascaded off her back and slapped the floor with a light rasping as her ears struggled to pick up the sound.
Remembering the bombing, she looked around her lab. Everything lay in ruins. Her beloved equipment; the computer, the blood sample tester, even Bart, her hippo, had been affected by this act of madness. But she had not been alone. Just moments before the blast went off, Gibbs had come running in to keep her safe, just like always. Gibbs. Her heart raced as she blinked away her thoughts in order to search for him. He had been blown by the blast a few feet behind her, nearly under the desk she kept at the back of her room.
"Gibbs!" Abby choked out. Her throat was clogged with residue so she crawled over to his limp form instead. If he wasn't ok….but she didn't want to think of that outcome just yet. He was Gibbs, he would be…fine.
Just then, Gibbs rolled over to face her as he coughed and struggled to move much. "Gibbs! You're alive! You're ok! I was so worried."
"Ouch! Abbs." Gibbs mumbled as she launched herself into a Gibbs hug. "Oh! Sorry, sorry." He placed his hands around her face and searched her eyes to make sure she was ok. Abby was fine except for a few cuts here and there, nothing that couldn't heal in good time.
"Gibbs!" Abby exclaimed as she looked at his arm. "That looks…deep." Abby's eyebrows pulled down into concern as she realized that he was injured. The cut ran along his forearm and ended at his elbow; probably an inch deep. The windows had shattered in all directions and glass blasted the entire room; he was lucky it hadn't hit a more vital place.
He shrugged it off and ripped the bottom of his shirt off to tie around his elbow, efficiently stopping the blood flow from being too life threatening. Abby stood up and tip toed carefully to the windows. "Hey!" she yelled, waving her arms out the hole. "Help is needed down here! Gibbs was hurt."
The smoke hadn't cleared from the bomb yet, but she could tell that chaos ensure outside the building. People ran; screaming names and other messages to carry hope to safety. She noticed a shoe laying sideways three feet from the window's entrance. It was a black high heeled pump. Not five minutes ago it was safely carrying someone through their day, someone who had an important job here at NCIS, and someone who had family somewhere Abby presumed, people who loved and cared about what happened to that woman. She remembered her own family and turned back to Gibbs, but when she did he wasn't there.
"Gibbs?" Abby yelled through the wreckage of her lab. Although she knew he went to find her family, she selfishly wished he had stayed with her a little bit longer.
She drew her arms around herself in an embrace, and quietly whispered to her violated home, "Bring them back safe, Gibbs."
Gibbs was thrown on his back during the explosion and remembered every instant of it. His feet ran down the hall as he screamed. "Abby? Abby, GET DOWN." and grabbed her to the floor, just as the windows had been smashed forward with the force of a train. Whatever bomb he had left Stratton with had a lot more force than he had originally thought. And he had apparently failed at disarming it.
Brushing that aside, he rolled over to see how Abby was. He didn't recall her being that far away, but she was quickly crawling toward him, saying something. But he couldn't hear anything but a fading ringing in his ears. Her mouth moved to form…something. It took him a moment to realize that it was his name she was calling. She launched herself onto him in an embrace, but a shot of pain went through his left arm when it flung out to catch himself from falling over. "Ouch! Abbs." He spoke more as two separate statements than as blaming her. The glass from the windows was everywhere, and a pang of sorrow struck him as he surveyed his daughter figure's home base.
Her entire life consisted of basically everything in this room. On some nights when cases ran particularly long, he would find her sleeping on the floor by her machines that she called 'babies'. Her love for the job ran so deep it was in her blood, and after he lost Shannon and Kelley, she was one of the few women he let in as a family member.
Once ensuring that she was alright, Gibbs watched Abby yell out the window to someone he couldn't see. Too many noises outside were confusing him, and he wondered how she managed to see someone let alone talk to them. Something in his gut was pulling him out of the room, but he had to make sure he wouldn't bleed to death by leaving. His shirt had been torn in the crash, so he ripped it at the bottom seam and fashioned something to hold the blood in his arm that way.
Casting one last glance back at Abby, he walked into the ruined building in search of the rest of their family. Gibbs felt bad about leaving Abby, but she was tough and would be alright. He was a man of little words, so he simply turned and kept perusing the pull in his gut to find the rest of his team and bring them back safe.
