Authors Note: Thank you to those people who reviewed my story.. I really appreciate it.. Well here is chapter 2..
CHAPTER 2
The next morning Ziva arrived at work with a single black rose that she had just purchased from the florist.
"Who's that for?" her partner Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo asked as Ziva walked into the bullpen.
"Abby," Ziva replied, "I think I may have upset her last night, do you know where she is?"
"Actually I don't, haven't seen her all morning," Tony answered raising his eyebrows.
He wanted to know more but Ziva didn't tell him.
"I'll try her lab," Ziva stated.
She turned to head back to the elevator. The doors opened and Special Agent Timothy McGee came rushing out, panting slightly.
"Ziva!" He said sounding worried, "have you seen Abby? She's not in her lab, I can't find her anywhere!"
"Sorry McGee, I just got here," Ziva replied, "I am looking for her too."
Ziva showed him the rose.
"Slow down McProbie," Tony said as he walked over to them, "maybe our dark mistress overslept."
"I'll give her a call," McGee sighed, as he headed over to his desk he took deep breaths trying to compose himself.
Ziva and Tony followed. Fear was growing inside of Ziva. The three of them crowded around McGee's desk as he dialed Abby's number. They waited anxiously but the phone kept ringing, no one answered.
"Try her mobile," Tony stated after McGee hung up the phone.
Without another word McGee punched Abby's mobile number into his desk phone. Once again no one answered.
"Damn it!" McGee cursed as he slammed the phone down.
"Where could she be?" Tony asked more to himself than the rest of the team.
"Let us see if her car is here," Ziva suggested her voice slightly shaky.
Tony nodded and followed Ziva to the elevator.
"You stay there and try her phones again," Tony called over his shoulder to McGee.
The ride down in the elevator was tense, neither Ziva or Tony spoke, both were too worried about Abby and lost in their own thoughts. If anything has happened to her I do not know if I could forgive myself! Ziva thought this is all my fault. If only I had gone out with her last night.
As the doors opened Ziva jumped out, with Tony hot on her heels they raced towards the car park, Ziva gasped when she saw Abby's car. She ran over to it, preparing herself for the worst. Next to the driver's side door Abby's bag and its contents was scattered all over the ground.
"Oh Tony!" Ziva cried out.
"I'll get some security tapes," Tony sighed as he saw what Ziva had spotted.
Ziva just nodded, she was too shocked to speak. Tony placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and left it there for a second before he turned to head back to the elevator, Ziva felt as though she couldn't move, her stomach felt like it was doing somersaults.
"Hey Ziva," Tony said, snapping her out of her trance, "you coming?"
"Yes," She replied.
She turned and followed Tony back inside.
Within minutes of returning to the squad room, The entire team was standing in front of the plasma in the bullpen watching Abby get abducted.
"This is horrible!" Ziva exclaimed.
She wanted to cover her eyes but she couldn't turn away from the fuzzy screen.
"McGee, can you get a close up of that bastards face?" Special Agent Gibbs, the team leader, asked turning to McGee who was sitting at his desk, the colour drained from his face.
"I could try boss," McGee said, "but it's going to take time, especially without Abby."
"Ziva, you and Tony put out a missing persons report," Gibbs ordered before exiting the bullpen.
Ziva followed Tony over to his desk to help him with the report.
This is my fault! She thought poor Abby! She took a seat on the edge of Tony's desk, she sighed heavily, maybe too heavily.
"What's wrong?" Tony asked.
Ziva turned around and glared at him, her expression said what the hell do you think is wrong, what a stupid question!
"Well find her Ziva," He assured her.
Ziva turned back around and looked at McGee, he was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands.
"I feel so helpless!" McGee stated.
"We all do Probie," Tony answered.
Gibbs returned, looking madder than they had ever seen him, they all winced expecting to cop a hard blow across the back of their heads but nothing came.
"What are you still doing here?" He asked them, Ziva could hear the anger in his voice, "go tape off her car, it's evidence!"
Ziva jumped up, McGee did the same. The two of them left leaving Tony to finish the missing persons report, and to deal with Gibbs.
As McGee taped off the small area Ziva took crime scene photos, she found it difficult to take clear shots as she was shaking and couldn't hold the camera still.
"I do not understand McGee," She sighed.
"Understand what?" McGee asked.
"Why do we need this evidence if we have no forensic scientist to process it, and what help is a spilled bag going to do?" Ziva replied.
McGee shrugged, "at the moment it's all we've got."
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