Gibbs walked across the room to his desk from the elevators. His team was settling in at their desks now.

"Morning, Boss," Tony Dinozzo said cheerfully, handing over a cup of coffee to him.

Gibbs nodded his acknowledgement and took the cup. "Wipe the smile off your face DiNozzo. We have a lot of work to do."

DiNozzo quickly put his poker face back on.

"McGee," Gibbs barked while sitting down at his desk.

Timothy McGee jumped, "Yes, Boss?"

"Call Abby at home and get her in here."

"She's not in the lab?" Tony inquired.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at him. "Would I tell McGee to call her at home if she was?"

"Good point. Sorry, Boss."

Ziva smirked and rolled her eyes at Tony.

A few minutes later, Gibbs looked up to see McGee holding the phone receiver in one hand and looking questioningly at the dial pad.

"What's wrong, McGee? Did you forget her number?" Gibbs questioned, already feeling irritated. The strange feeling in his gut was getting stronger.

"She's not answering, Sir. I've tried her at home and on her cell several times."

Gibbs' heart leapt for a second. Why wouldn't she answer her phone? he mused to himself.

"Special Agent Gibbs."

Gibbs looked up to the balcony from where the voice came from. Director Jenny Sheppard was standing there, her arms braced against the rail. She nodded her head in the direction of her office in a silent summons.

Gibbs stood and headed for the stairs leading to the Director's office. "DiNozzo, go to Abby's and check on her," he said as he passed by.

"On it."

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Gibbs stood quietly in Jenny's office, as was his usual. He was expecting the Spanish Inquisition on his current case for which he had no answers for her.

"Have a seat Jethro," Jenny gestured to a chair as she walked to her bar.

Gibbs was suspicious but did as she asked. He watched as she poured a bourbon and brought it to him.

"A little early to start drinking, don't you think?"

Jenny didn't answer. She just went around her desk and sat in her chair. She rested her hand on a manila folder that was lying there.

Gibbs leaned forward and sat the drink on a coaster on her desk. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his finger together. "What's going on Jenny?" he asked quietly with a piercing gaze at his friend.

Jenny slid the manila folder across the desk toward him.

He picked up the folder without taking his eyes from her. He opened the folder and saw a single sheet of paper inside. There was handwriting on it. It read…

Jethro, my dear friend. I hope you had a restful weekend. I ran into one of your co-workers this morning. She seems very sweet.

Gibbs read it a second time. He picked up the paper and upon touching it, he realized that it was photo paper. A feeling of dread settled over him as he slowly turned the paper over. His breath caught when he saw the picture on the other side.

"Jenny," he breathed, unable to take his eyes from the picture.

"It arrived about 20 minutes ago. I didn't open it right away," Jenny said as she watched him closely. "I'm sorry."

Gibbs was speechless for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. The next time he spoke, he was composed and all business. "I'm going to take this down to Ducky and have him analyze it. You're going to have to give the Dunkirk case to someone else, Jenny. This is my priority now."

"I wouldn't expect otherwise… That note sounded pretty personal, Jethro. Do you know who might have written it?"

"I've made a lot of enemies in my time," Gibbs said as he stood to leave. "Let me know immediately if you get anything else."

Jenny nodded solemnly.

Gibbs stopped at the door and looked back at her. "Thank you," he said quietly and left.

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"Ziva. McGee. Gather everything from the Dunkirk case and put it on my desk. When DiNozzo gets back, meet me in autopsy," Gibbs hollered across the room as he descended the stairs.

"On it, Boss," McGee responded as he and Ziva exchanged baffled looks.

Gibbs headed straight for the elevators and down to autopsy knowing that his team would do what he said.

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There was a still silence as Gibbs walked into Ducky's domain. "I need you to look at something for me, Ducky."

"I'm in the middle of an autopsy, Jethro," Ducky said, agitated.

"That one's already dead. This one isn't yet," Gibbs retorted matter of factly.

Ducky's head snapped up.

"You're new priority is this photo. I want you to tell me everything you can decipher from it."

Ducky pulled his latex gloves off and placed them in the bio hazard bag before reaching for the folder Gibbs was handing to him. He looked questioningly at Gibbs' stern face before opening the folder.

"Oh dear," Ducky whispered and took a step back as the picture threw him off balance. "Jethro…"

The look of incomprehension on Ducky's face moved Gibbs to action. He grabbed a lab chair and rolled it up behind Ducky. Grasping his shoulders, Gibbs pulled Ducky down onto the chair.

"Jethro…" Ducky could barely get out. "It's our Abigail."

"I know, Duck," Gibbs placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. "I think she's still alive and I need you to help me find her. I need you to pull yourself together. Can I count on you?"

Gibbs' words broke through to Ducky. "Of course," he said emphatically as he pulled himself back together. He sat for a moment with his eyes closed before looking at the photo again.

He sat motionless, staring at the photo for so long that Gibbs thought he lost his concentration again. "Stay with me Duck," he said without an edge to his voice.

"I am, Jethro, I am… Look at this," he said point to the picture. "There don't appear to be any injuries on her body which would have indicated a physically attack. No blood, no scratches, nothing. Also, the way she is laying. Something just isn't quite right about it. It appears that she was posed for the picture."

"What picture?" Ziva asked as she, Tony, and McGee came into the room.

Gibbs held up a hand to stop and since them. "Go on, Ducky."

Ducky gave him a questioning look before continuing. "Well, see this light right here in the reflection of the car. That was caused by the camera. This light over here, however," Ducky pointed to the perimeter of the photo. "This one is the rising sun. The sun rose about 6:05 this morning. She was attacked approximately two and a half hours ago."

"Umm, Boss?" Tony interrupted.

"What DiNozzo?" Gibbs snapped.

"Sorry to interrupt but Abby wasn't home."

"We know."

The three exchanged glances. "Then she's here already?" McGee asked.

Gibbs snatched the photo from Ducky and held it up for them to see. "She's been abducted."

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