My first NCIS story. ENJOY!
Gabby coupling. Don't like, don't read.
I do not own NCIS….SHOCKER!
As the team did what they do best, Abby did what she did best, drink Caf-Pow! and keep herself busy. She still couldn't allow herself to believe that her nephew could be a victim in their murder case. Gibbs constantly was coming in to check on her, or at lease someone on the team was there about every thirty minutes.
The team had brought over the surveillance videos from the shop next to the telephone booth where Gibbs found their murderer's cell phone. She sat watching the tapes intently, sipping at her sugary drink when she saw it. A man in a black jacket and blue jeans walk right into the telephone booth, set his cell phone down, call someone, and then leave with his cell phone sitting on the built in stand.
She didn't exactly understand why someone would call off a pay phone when they had a cell phone in their hands but figured that it must have meant they didn't want to be traced.
She freeze framed the tape on the best picture of the area, zooming in and clarifying it till she got a perfect picture to run through the system for a match. Once she had that done, she continued to clean. Suddenly Gibbs walked in, to check on her, yet again.
"Ok instead of asking me how I am doing, let me tell you I got something" She spoke looking back at him as he walked in.
She was actually able to hear him come in because she had no music blasting, not telling anyone that she had a headache because of all the stress and worry.
"Oh?" Came his response as he walked over to look at her computer.
"I went through the video tapes you gave me but luckily I didn't have to go through all of them because anyone using a pay phone in that deprived area would have stolen a phone if they has saw one and-"
"Abby" Gibbs interrupted "Breathe"
After a deep breath she pulled up the information "The car he got into was a black SUV license plate 0A1B3C4. I ran it through the systems and it is owned by a storage facility off of 8th Street."
He gave her a "Good work Abbs" and hugged her as he kissed her cheek, letting his lips linger.
He was truly worried about his girl, her lab was currently spotless, all her trinkets were either put away or placed neatly on shelves. This wasn't the normal Abby, and everyone who came in to check on her was aware.
The team reached the storage shop and Gibbs went to speak with the manager. When the manager claimed he knew nothing Gibbs had the team search through every locker till they found what they were looking for.
The team didn't screw around much during this case, it was too important to make sure there were no screw ups otherwise they would have a very upset forensic scientist to deal with.
Hours passed before the usual phrase "Boss, you need to see this" rang out.
Gibbs approached the locker McGee was currently snapping pictures of. Sitting on a chair in the center of the locker was a mangled body.
"Get Ducky" he ordered, walking over to inspect the area.
As the team worked over at the storage facility, Abby was tracing the phone call from the pay phone at the exact time shown on the surveillance tape.
Bringing up the call she let it play.
"Locker 3146. The fish has been fried."
"Good, were fishing off the bay tonight."
"Send me the GPS on my cell. Meet at midnight."
(end call)
Abby felt sick listening to the call, she knew very well that the fishing reference had nothing to do with fish. Grabbing her phone she hit speed dial one.
Suddenly the ding of the elevator let her know someone was there and before she hit send she looked back.
"Gibbs! Did you find a body?" Abby spoke as he walked through the doors of her office.
"Yep, and I got to bring you down for identification confirmation."
Honestly, Gibbs felt terrible to have to do this to Abby, but they needed to know if this was Eric Norrien and this was faster than running prints through the system.
Abby didn't move on her own, with an arm wrapped around her waist Gibbs had to lead her down to autopsy.
"Duck" "Ah Jethero, Abigail" The ME sighed "Can I have you come over here my dear?"
Her feet slowly followed Ducky to the only autopsy table in use. As the sheet was pulled back over his face Abby brought her hand to cover his mouth, covering a gasp.
"Abby dear, is this Eric?" Ducky asked through his guilt of making her see this.
She couldn't respond just a whimper and a small nod told them what they needed to know.
Gibbs wrapped her in his arms as she continued to cover her mouth to keep her from sobbing out loud.
"Let's get you out of here Abbs." He tried to move her but her feet were planted in place, her eyes glued to Eric's dead body.
"Duck" Gibbs ordered and the older man covered the body once again.
Once Abby could no longer see his face, she pulled herself together and walked out, Gibbs trailing behind.
"Abby!" he called as she stepped in the elevator and he almost missed the doors. She held out a hand to keep them open and he stepped in.
As the doors closed and they were in between floors he hit the emergency switch.
Opening his arms she stepped right in. He hadn't seen her so sad since they had lost Kate. "You'll be ok."
It wasn't a question and they both knew that, though she didn't quite believe it. "If you say so Gibbs"
"Hey" he lifted her head to look him in the eyes, he didn't need to say anything more. Abby could see exactly what he was telling her in his eyes and she knew he could see exactly how she was feeling in hers.
It was a special bond that they had, that kept them together through the worst, and even though she wished she could hide how she was feeling now, she was grateful to have him.
"Gibbs," her voice broke. "they're going after someone else tonight."
His eyebrow rose. "I traced the call and Maylay said they were "fishing" again tonight. They used fishing as a code."
"Do you know where Abby?"
"That's what I'm going to find out. Do I have his cell phone that you found in the telephone booth yet?"
"It was just processed and sent up while we were in autopsy."
Suddenly her expression dropped even lower, if it was possible.
He tightened his grip on her for a moment and then reached around her flipping the switch back on, the elevator began moving again and soon opened to show Abby's lab.
"You can let me go Gibbs, I have work to do. I'll send you coordinate in less than five." She stared at him, but he didn't respond, just stared right back down at her.
Before he knew what he was doing he let his lips kiss the corner of her mouth, leaving her wondering if he missed her cheek, though Gibbs never missed his target and she knew it.
Letting her go and stepping back further into the elevator, the doors closed and Abby stood on the outside, lifting her hand to her lips she just stared at the door.
As she moved back to her lab she was now sad, confused, and happy all at once. She brushed off the kiss, telling herself that if it meant anything they would talk about it later.
Looking back to her computer screen she saw the picture of Eric and the picture of him dead flashed in her mind.
She played the call over again…and again…and again. Grabbing Maylay's cell phone from an evidence bag she found the message with the coordinates.
Though she told Gibbs she would call, she couldn't speak, and instead she just text him the coordinates and that they were meeting at midnight.
Once done, she played the call over again, after about the fifth time she felt dizzy and sick.
Suddenly she couldn't stand and she crouched over holding her stomach with one arm and her face with the other, and for the first time since she matched the bloody prints with Eric's, she let herself cry.
Thank you STLFAN, gibbsgirlie08, Ziver69, alohareader, NCIDMASH4ever, and LaughingAtTheFaces for the reviews and especially for those of you who wished me well. Sorry that I haven't updated as often as I would have liked but I'm now on bed rest so I should be updating more, maybe even again today? Let me know if you would like that. Hope you enjoyed.
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