A/N I'm going to try to make this a weekly post thing, but for the next few days you can enjoy the luxury of having it posted daily. The weekly ones will probably become longer. I'm just feeling my way around fanfiction again, you know? I really am trying to make them longer, but I'm also trying to work out the plot and write this fanfic how I'd want to read it. And in all truthfullness, I get where you're coming from. I'd want them long too. It's just been two years since I've written anything for the public to see. I hope I portrayed the team decently. So now that my author note is longer than my acutal chapter, I leave you, with Taken.

"McGee!" Gibbs shouted when the line went dead.

McGee looked up from his desk and froze, staring at Gibbs. "Yeah, Boss?"

"Track Abby's cell phone. NOW." He shouted, and McGee typed quickly onto his keyboard, trying to fufill Gibbs' request.

"Uh...Boss, I can't do that..." McGee stated nervously, bracing himself for the headslap that would soon follow his own words.

"What do you mean you can't?" Gibbs' words were pure anger, as he got up from his chair and strode over to McGee's desk. He gripped it tightly as he leaned over to view the screen.

"Its...uh...dead, Boss." McGee replied quietly, looking up at Gibbs. He stopped typing. Stopped making an effort to get the signal.

Gibbs swore under his breath.

Ziva walked into the bullpen, closely followed by Tony.

"Something wrong Gibbs?" Ziva asked, a crease begining to form on her forehead.

Gibbs looked up from the screen and glared. He was pissed, god damnitt, and he didn't care who knew.

"Whaddya think, David?" He spat before standing upright and grabbing his phone off his desk.

"McGee, can you find out where she made her last call from?" He asked impatiently.

"Uh...I don't know...I can try, Boss." McGee stammered.

"Do it."

Tony walked up to Gibbs, who was grabbing his gun and attatching it to the holster on his belt.

"What happened?" He asked quietly.

Gibbs looked up from what he was doing and into Tony's eyes, allowing, for the smallest moment, his worry to show. "Abby." He spoke so quietly that Tony wasn't sure that he'd actually said anything. But a moment later, his face was hard again.

Emotionless.

He looked away from Tony and focused on McGee. "You get anything yet?"

"Yeah, I got something. It looks like she was in..." He scrolled down on the screen of information. "Lincoln Park. I can't find out specificaly where..." He looked up at Gibbs, who nodded at his acceptance of the information. It may not have been great, but it was a start.

"DiNozzo, you're with me!" Gibbs said, grabbing his coat as he headed for the elevator.

"On your six, Boss!" Tony replied, following suit, grabbing his gun from his drawer on the way out of the bullpen, leaving Ziva and McGee sufficently confused.

In the car, Gibbs floored it for the park the moment Tony shut his door.

Tony quickly put on his seat belt as they swerved through traffic in the sidestreets. He rolled his eyes. Only Gibbs could get away with this kind of driving without crashing into things.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Tony spoke up.

"What happened to Abby?" He asked at a normal tone, but in the silence in the car, he might as well have shouted it.

"Called me. Heard her scream. Line went dead." Gibbs said quietly, gritting his teeth and pushing even farther down on the accelerator.

Tony looked over to Gibbs, who was glaring at the road. His anger plain and clear on his face. Tony could see the muscles in his jaw working as he ground his teeth. Gibbs wasn't just mad. He was worried.

Very worried.

Tony glanced over at Gibbs a few more times before he spoke again.

"Hey, Boss?"

Gibbs shut his eyes for a moment, then growled out, "What, DiNozzo?"

"Is Abs...gonna be okay?"

Gibbs opened his eyes again and stared angrilly at the road. He stayed silent. He wouldn't say something he didn't know for sure. He wouldn't give himself or Tony the luxury of false hope.

He wouldn't lie.