Chapter 2- Shocked Beyond Belief

That evening, Abby put Kelly to bed early so that she could have some alone time with her fiancée. She sprawled out on the couch and waited for him to appear. She had decided tonight was the night to try out the new night wear she had gotten from the mall last weekend on a shopping spree with her cousin Linda.

"Timmy…" she purred. "Where'd you go?"

"In the kitchen," he called. "I was looking for the leftover pizza from last night…where did you put it?"

"My stomach, around ten minutes ago," He groaned and shut the fridge.

"Try the pantry, I think there might be something in there," Abby suggested. McGee came into the living room, holding a jar of peanut butter.

"Never mind about that. What did you have in mind for this eveni-"He stopped when he saw what Abby happened to be wearing.

"Its new lingerie," Abby said, reading the multiple expressions in his face: confusion, surprise, desire…and more surprise. "Don't you like it? I had this all planned out since this morning," McGee managed to recover so he could respond properly.

"Its…very nice," he stammered, trying to get a hold of himself. "I…uh, you look, err…very, uh, nice, Abs," She sighed and pulled on her bathrobe over herself.

"Seriously, you're killing the romance of the moment, Tim," she grumbled as she got off the couch. McGee gave her a strange look and opened the jar of peanut butter. He found a plastic knife and went back into the kitchen. Abby followed him.

"I thought you were fine with just Kelly," he said from the pantry. "She's already a handful as it is…" Abby went over to the fridge and found a soda. As she shut the door, she thought she heard a window open. She returned to the living room and saw the window which lead to the fire escape was open. Abby closed it and opened her can of soda as she headed back for the kitchen. McGee was in the middle of making a peanut butter sandwich.

"So much for my plans this evening," she said, sighing wistfully. He said nothing, but just put the peanut butter and bread away as if nothing had happened. "Women only have so many years of fertility, you know…and it can be easily lost in a number of ways, such as an injury to the groin, or even-" McGee strode up to her and jammed his lips against hers. She fought a smile of satisfaction and held him as tightly as she could.

"Happy now, Abs?" he gasped, pulling back slightly. She kissed him just as fiercely back as and answer. Without letting go, he led her into the bedroom. Abby turned on the stereo and music blasted out of the speakers at its maximum allotted volume. Luckily the neighbors were used to loud music in the middle of the night, so nobody stopped by to complain. After a while, Abby turned the lights down low. As she looked over to Kelly's room, she decided to check up on her daughter.

"I'm going to check on Kelly," she said to McGee as she left the bedroom. She casually strode to the doorway and gently pushed the door open. The lights were off, so she turned them on. Abby couldn't see Kelly's head, so she assumed the blankets were pulled over her head. She approached the small bed, thinking the child was probably getting overheated. Kelly's room was strange compared to other little girl's rooms. There wasn't a single speck of pink to be seen anywhere. Instead of the bright, feminine colors that most girl toddlers preferred, Abby had painted the walls Kelly's favorite colors: purple, blue, and black. The furniture matched, and was almost outer space or futuristic themed rather than princess or fantasy. The only thing that kept it from being totally unusual and more like the average girl's bedroom was the doll sitting on the pillow. She smiled, vaguely remembering that she was the same way at that age. Like mother, like daughter. She hoped that would be true in every way. Abby imagined teaching Kelly how to be a forensics specialist in the future, giving her the skills so she could take her place one day. She thought about Kelly growing up. What would the future hold? Would she want to join NCIS some day? She sure hoped so. It was the only future she had planned for the young girl. Abby slowly pulled back the blanket, hoping to see her daughter was fine. She paused, her hand on the blanket. What if everything wasn't fine? It was awfully quiet in here. She should be able to hear her breathing even at this distance. She sighed and yanked the blanket aside at last. At first she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. She blinked, trying to comprehend what she saw, or rather, didn't see. There was just no way this was happening. It wasn't possible. But the truth was right there in front of her. Kelly's bed was empty. Well, not completely empty. There was a small note sitting there. Feeling numb, Abby glanced at the note. Two words, but they scared her just the same. The spiky handwriting was all too familiar to her.

I'M BACK

"Timmy…" she called. He was at her side at once. She leaned toward him and whispered, "Call Gibbs," McGee took in the empty bed, the note, the panicked look on her face, and followed orders without question.

"Boss, I know it's late, but we have a situation," he said in a tense voice. Abby clung to him, trying to find comfort in his body being close to hers. Her baby Kelly was kidnapped.