Here's another chapter...you know what else goes up here. When I started writing this chapter, I didn't really know what would happen next...but obviously now I do.

Sorta. :)

Thanks to those who have already commented. You guys have given me hope that my story is worth writing. Just bare with me and hold on for the ride. You know when you started writing a story that ends up writing itself...this is one of those times.

Well, onto the story. Remember thou that the review button brings more chapters :D

Chapter Three

Gibbs was in the director's office when the unthinkable happened.

Boom!

Vance jumped and held onto his desk as the building shook violently; Gibbs jumped but didn't reach out for anything. The men held mirrored curious and concerned expressions on their faces. It only took long enough for the building to stop shaking for the two men to dive into action. Vance immediately picked up the phone as Gibbs started heading to the door, his first thoughts shot to his family.

"Hello?" Vance said, pulling the phone away from his ear and pushing the on/off button. "What the hell?" He started, looking up to find Gibbs eyeing him.

"What?"

"The phones are down." Vance informed, putting the receiver back on it handle angrily.

"Abby," Gibbs whispered, turning and taking off out the room. He barely registered the insistent calls from Vance to stay there. A Marine never grew out of his ways. Gibbs wasn't afraid for him, but for his family. Once he checked on Abby, he was sure they would ignore everyone else and check on their children. "Stella." He whispered, rushing to the stairwell and trying his hardest to get to his girls.

NCIS

Coughing and the noises of things being moved were only a few sounds coming from the aftershock. Dust scattered and came to a resting point everywhere. Someone kicked a piece of plaster out of their way. More coughing was heard as a person fought their way out of the mess that held them hostage.

A very dusty and dirty Abby emerged from under her desk, hacking and wheezing from the particles surrounding her. Her clothes torn and ruppled, she shook herself of the hazardous materials embedded in her clothing. With a halfway decent cleaned hand, she wiped her face, finally able to see the damage done to her lab. The equipment was a total lost. She looked at the ceiling, wondering how in the world the building still halfway stood.

However, she was happy that she wasn't dead. Now, her thoughts turned to her family – immediate and extended – which caused her to start tearing up.

"Abby!" She heard a voice, unrecognizable at first, yell. As the voice continued to yell, it finally became clear that it was Gibbs.

"Gibbs!" She started for the door. Although bits and pieces of rumble were in her way, she met Gibbs at the door. "Honey." She said with relief. They stared at each other, taking in the other's appearance and finally kissed firmly, clenching each other like they were the other's lifeline.

Gibbs looked past her at the disastrous lab. Then, he looked back at his banged up wife. "Come on, babe, we gotta get to Autopsy."

She only nodded, taking his hand as they traveled to the stairwell.

NCIS

Ducky lay underneath rubble, knocked out. Instruments scattered across the unpolished and pristine flooring, the dead body of the Marine they had been investigating was luckily already placed back in his refrigeration chamber.

"Ugh..." Palmer groaned, slowly rising out from under a pile of broken plaster. Seeing that the good ol' doctor was non-responsive, Palmer went to his aid. "Doctor Mallard? Doctor?" He shook his arm, trying to bring him back. Ducky only rocked back and forth lazily by the movements.

"Ducky!" Palmer heard Gibbs call.

"Palmer!" Abby screamed.

He looked up at the doorway as the two people stopped, taking a observatory look around the now dangerous autopsy area.

"Gibbs! Abby! I can't wake him." Palmer said. They made their way over.

"Where's Stella?" Gibbs asked as Abby bent down to Ducky, checking him over.

"I-I haven't looked." He said nervously as he looked wildly around the room. He stopped the little girl who was underneath a table, crying. "Over there!" He pointed. Gibbs looked in the direction where Palmer was pointing.

Gibbs took off, nearly bulldozing anything in his way to his daughter. Once he got within arms' length of her, he held out his arms and immediately Stella attached herself to her father. He swiveled on his feet, looking back at his wife who was broadcasting a sadden vibe as she shook her head in disbelief. Palmer looked like a little lost boy as his face showed uncertainty.

What the hell just happened?

Did you see that coming? I'm sorry that there wasn't any Mikey scenes but I was focused more on the NCIS building and its occupants.

Til next time!

kell