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She gazed at the evidence in frustration. There was a measly half a box. And it had told her nothing. They were trying to catch a phantom- a kidnapper who left no evidence. She was sure it couldn`t be the phantom she was tracking; that grisly killer had already murdered someone in the same age group as Tony. But who was it.
Abby tied her long ebony hair up into a pleat and turned the rock music up louder. Tony had been missing for a day now and there were no leads. If only she could find something! She hated to admit it but the abductor was smart; smarter than her. They had worn latex socks and dumped the cheap trainers at the door. They had carried Tony out in some form of bag; but they knew where all the security cameras were. They had left no evidence and evaded all eyes on that night. Tony was doomed.
She heard the light step of Gibbs exciting the elevator.
"Have you got anything Abs?"he impatiently asked.
She shook her head slowly and tears brimmed in her eyes. Next thing she knew she was hugging him and crying like a toddler.
"Don't worry," Gibbs softly muttered, "it isn't your fault."
His strong gentle arms cradled her gingerly. His tufty grey hair making her feel less miserable. She felt safe when he was there. Butt feeling safe wouldn't help Tony.
"But if I can't find something useful from the evidence, we won't find Tony," she replied her voice wet with sorrow.
Inside she was screaming at herself. There had to be something that she could do. She had to find Tony. She had to save him.
"Why don`t you go upstairs and help McGee and Ziva narrow down the list of enemies who may have abducted him, "Gibbs suggested.
Abby nodded and wiped her eyes of tears. It was all she could do...