Chapter 2
Gibbs! His name was a scream inside her head. She needed him, her protector. Instinctively, Abby scrambled backward towards the intercom, instinct demanding she call for help, for him. But she stopped as the gun followed her movements.
"I wouldn't do that, if I were you. I don't plan on killing you, at least not yet. I want the others to know…"
Abby knew her captor, knew that face. She just couldn't remember. Was it a case? A club? Had she run prints and came up with that face as a result? It was recent, that much Abby remembered. There was something about those eyes. Eyes that were empty, hollow, desperate. And they terrified Abby.
"To know what? What do you want from me?" Abby could hear her own desperation color her words.
"From you?" An insane giggle was her answer as the intruder stepped closer. The gun was pressed along Abby's jawline, moving towards her red lips. "I don't want a thing from you, Abigail Sciuto. I just want the pleasure of your company. However, I'm afraid my stay at NCIS will be short lived, and you're going to come with me. Before we go, there are a few things we need to do, to insure we're not followed too quickly…"
Something was wrong. Gibbs could feel it in his gut. He was anxious, and he was never anxious. It was like he forgot to do something, something important. As he searched his memory for what could have him so restless, Gibbs started pacing, coffee in hand. He took a drink and froze as an orange light started flashing. Looking around, he tried to figure out exactly what was locked down.
Anticipating the request, DiNozzo hit the speed dial and started talking low into the receiver. "It's the lab, Boss. Abby's lab is under quarantine."
Gibbs' blood ran cold at Tony's words. With a glance, he looked over at the face recognition scan he was running. Was the bastard back? He stood up, barking at his other agent.
"McGee! Pull up the lab on the plasma."
The youngest agent scrambled to do as he was ordered, fumbling the clicker in his haste. With a glare from his boss, Tim got himself together and brought up the first camera. But all he could pull up on the plasma screen, regardless of which camera he tried, was just an error message and snow.
Gibbs moved in, invading McGee's personal space as he growled. "What is this, McGee? Get Abby's lab up. Now!"
"B…boss. This is Abby's lab. The surveillance cameras…none of them are working." With a panic born of fear for his friend and fear of his boss, McGee ran to his computer and started to type frantically.
"What the hell is going on? Get me a line of sight into her lab, McGee." Picking up his phone, he pressed the speed dial for Abby's main phone. When her voice answered the phone, he felt the stress leave his body until he realized it was a voice recording.
"Hey guys. It's Abby. Um…something spilled so I'm going to be…out of reach for a few…hours. Don't come down. Okay. I'll call you when the lab is…safe again."
Gibbs' eyes narrowed at the stress he heard in her voice. Why would she leave a message instead of calling herself? Why were the cameras all malfunctioning? Why the quarantine alarm? What the hell was going on? His gut was screaming at him.
Something was wrong,
