2.

Evanescene's call me when you're sober blared out from the stereo in Abby's lab. Mcgee could hear it in the lift.

"ABBY!!!!" he yelled.

"WHAT MCGEE I'M BUSY!"

"TURN OFF THE MUSIC!"

"WHAT?"

"THE MUSIC!"

"WHAT?"

"TURN OFF THE MUSIC!" Mcgee could see this was pointless and walked over to Abby's stereo and turned it off.

"That hurt my ears. How can you cope with this?"

"All you need to know is that I can cope with it." Shouted Abby.

"The music is off now Abby." Said Mcgee.

"Oh whoops" whispered Abby.

"I need help." Said Mcgee pulling a face.

"Ok!" said Abby, "I will set up my candles and my nice calming music and….."

"No!" said Mcgee quickly, "I need to trace this email for the director and I'm really stuck."

"Easy!" said Abby, "Your wish is my command!"

"Abby."

"Yes?"

"How many catpows have you had?"

"Today - umm…6! Why?"

"Just trace the email."

"Ok!" said Abby. Her fingers rattled over the keys. The computer beeped. "Ok the email was sent from an internet café. We've hit a dead end."

"Wait a sec."

"What?"

"What internet café?"

"Polka café, ninety-nine West Street."

"Could you get the CCTV tapes and the time the email was sent and the exact computer it was sent from."

"That's going to take for like ever Mcgee."

"Ok. I'll think up something else."

"Mcgee. I said it was going to take a while. I didn't say it was impossible. Nothing is impossible for the Abster!!!"

Mcgee sighed. "How long Abby?"

"Five hours in the normal routes. Three in the back routes."

"Go the back routes."

"Ok!"

"Oh yeah. Abby don't tell Gibbs."

"Why?"

"Jenny doesn't really want Gibbs on it."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Why?"

"Abby. Just do it."

"Ok"

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Three hours and ten minutes later.

"MCGEE GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!"

Abby's shout echoed up the lift. Mcgee sighed as he walked into Abby's office

"I'm here." He said.

"It was sent by this guy." Abby said pointing to a guy in a CCTV tape on her plasma. "Mark Simmons."

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Jenny's office

"The guy who sent the email was Mark Simmons." Said Mcgee.

His driver's license flashed up on the plasma. Ziva was there and slouched against the table drinking a banana and strawberry shake.

"He was arrested twice before for theft. Did three weeks in prison. His record has been clean ever since."

A picture of an old crumbly house made out of wood flashed up on the plasma. It was covered in flaking white paint. It looked as though the wood worm had eaten quite a lot of it. It was surrounded by woods.

"He rented this house two weeks ago. It is in the middle of the now where. If I was a kidnapper that is where I would hide my hostage."

"Ok!" exasperated Jenny. "Lets go get her."

"Ah. There's a problem." Said Ziva.

"What?" asked Jenny curiously.

"Gibbs."