Hello! So after almost a week, I finally got around to updating. I would've updated this weekend, but Charlie didn't give me her notebook. Oh, and before I forget...Charlie wanted me to tell you about a challenge that fellow fanfiction author Imagine The Dreamers. Its like a decoding game type thingy...just see her profile for all the details and the code. She was the first reviewer on this story, so you can get to her profile from there. I warn you, its a pretty hard challenge and me and Charlie can't figure it out. But I refuse to give up yet!

And about my quote in the last chapter...no one got it completely right, but I will give credit to CriminalMindsLove1 cuz she was close enough. The quote was from A Very Potter Musical (my fifth favorite musical!) and it was said by Voldemort. If you don't know, AVPM is a musical spoof of Harry Potter (starring the supermegafoxyawesomehot Darren Criss)...and if you're a Harry Potter fan and wanna watch it, its on Youtube. I would go on about how amazing it is, but I'm too lazy to type that much.

Ducky entered the forensic lab, followed by Jimmy Palmer to be greeted with silence. No crazy loud music played and no lights were on. It was so…not Abby. Ducky rushed into Abby's office to find her curled up in a corner with Bert hugged tightly to her chest.

"They got Gibbs and Tony," Abby whispered.

Palmer shivered when he heard that statement. Something didn't feel right to him. He watched as Ducky helped Abby stand up and pulled her into a hug. Abby explained the phone call and that she had stopped with McGee at Gibbs's house to find the kidnappers had not bluffed.

"Come, my dear," Ducky said sadly." Mr. Palmer and I will treat you to a nice brunch."

Abby nodded and the three went to a small diner down the road. Only one waitress was of shift and she seemed absolutely thrilled to be there. She sat them outside despite the cold and took forever to get their food. Ducky insisted on paying the bill and Jimmy and Abby complied without complaint.

Darien Gray sat down her binoculars and fixed her long dark brown hair in the car's rear view mirror. Her brother, Declan, laughed at her. He always said she spent too much time on her appearance. Declan's eyes flicked back to Donald Mallard, Abby Sciuto, and Jimmy Palmer. At the rate things were going, they'd never get Abby alone.

"Time to go," Declan said.

"She's not alone!" Darien argued, fixing her make up.

"Dr. Mallard just left to pay the bill, and Jimmy and Abby are alone," he pointed out.

"What happened to 'We'll take them one at a time'?"

"It's now or never," Declan replied.

Darien rolled her eyes and stepped out of the car. She took a moment to compose herself and put on a distraught look. Darien walked briskly towards Abby and Jimmy, and by the time she made it to them she was fake crying.

"Please help me," she begged.

"What is it?" Abby asked, concerned.

"My son Patrick," Darien said frantically. "He's smushed in between a dumpster and a building, please help!"

Abby and Jimmy wasted no time jumping to the rescue. Darien led them into an alley where a large green dumpster stood. The three tried to move it in order to save the nonexistent Patrick. Declan creeped up behind them and pulled a cloth dipped in chloroform out. He decided to take down Abby first, she posed the most threat.

Declan placed the cloth over Abby's face and held her still as she struggled. Jimmy beat his fists against Declan's back and begged for Darien to help him. Then he got a good look at her. The two had to be twins or at least siblings. Jimmy found the cloth was then over his face. He struggled against Declan's hold, but could not fight off the effects of the drug.

Gibbs looked up when he heard the door open. Declan dropped off an unconscious Abby and Jimmy then left. Tony, Gibbs, and Ziva were at their side in seconds. The two seemed unharmed. As if to prove it, Abby woke up. She threw her arms around Gibbs, but backed off when she heard a grunt of pain from him. Abby went into an all out rant when she saw the whip markings on Gibbs's face and back, Tony's arm, and Ziva covered in bruises.

Slowly, Jimmy woke up and was greeted with the sight of the missing agents and Abby. He groggily got up and joined the group. They made it Jimmy's job to check their wounds. The door opened and a young woman with light brown hair with blonde streaks in it walked in with a pitcher of water and a box of Quaker Chewy bars.

"Who are you?" Ziva snapped.

"My name's Miranda," she stuttered.

"Are you here to feed us poisoned granola bars?" Tony asked, only half joking.

Miranda looked offended. "I'm not like them, I don't believe two wrongs make a right."

All eyes were on Miranda when she said that. It then dawned on her that maybe she said something she shouldn't have. Miranda dropped the box of granola bars and tried to run out of the room, but Gibbs grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"Is that why we're here?" Gibbs asked.

"I'm sorry," Miranda said. "I've said too much."

Declan and Darien appeared in the doorway. They dismissed Miranda and she quickly fled the room. Darien made a move for Abby, but was stopped by Ziva sticking out her foot and tripping her. Declan grabbed Jimmy and pushed him out of the room, while Darien struggled to get Abby. Finally, Declan marched into the room, slapped Ziva, and dragged his sister and Abby out of the room

Abby hesitantly followed Darien into what she thought was certain doom. A beautiful maple door opened to reveal an even more beautiful room. Thousands of candles lit the dark room. Flickering flames cast dark shadows along the wall, creating a scene Abby had only seen in her wildest dreams.

Darien gestured for her to enter. Abby did so gratefully. Abby sat down on a pillow that sat neatly in the middle of the room. She closed her eyes and began searching for her center. She didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually she felt a burning sensation on the back of her neck.

Abby yelled, more in surprise than pain, when she saw Darien standing over her pouring hot wax on her skin. Abby back pedaled into a table holding a dozen candles, causing the whole thing to overturn and crash down on her. She screamed as hot flames and broken glass sprayed all over her, giving her tiny cuts and burns.

Abby looked up when she heard Darien giggle. She was on the phone. Darien put the phone on speaker and twirled it through her fingers, all the while smiling wickedly.

"Hello, Timmy," Darien said. "I have a friend of yours here."

"McGee?" Abby asked in a small voice.

"Abby," McGee gasped. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Get Ducky and run, they're-"

"The poor girl is confused," Darien cut in.

Darien pressed a piece of glass to Abby's hand and watched in amusement as a thin trail of blood snaked across her pale skin. Abby screamed as the glass plunged deeper into her hand. McGee yelled in protest, but Darien hung up on him.

Jimmy looked around a dimly lit room. A large sink was on the right wall and a metal table sat in the middle of the room. It reminded him of autopsy, then he realized what was going to happen. Jimmy tried to run, but he ran face first into Declan. Jimmy was pushed back into the room and forced onto the table. Declan bound his hands and feet to each of the corners and pulled out a scalpel.

Declan drug the knife across Jimmy's chest, creating a big 'Y'. The incision wasn't deep enough to cut into his body, but it bled. Jimmy held his breath and tried not to scream. Declan sat a cell phone next to Jimmy's head.

"Hello?" a voice answered.

"Dr. Mallard?" Jimmy asked, surprised.

"Mr. Palmer, where did you and Abigail go?"

Jimmy spared a glance at Declan, who was at the sink. "We were kidnapped."

Declan turned back to Jimmy and poured water on his chest. Jimmy moaned in agony, it was salt water. Declan brought the scalpel across Jimmy's forearm and poured more salt water on the wound. This time, he couldn't help but scream.

"Mr. Palmer?"

Declan hung up.

"We have some fun games for you and your friends," Declan told Jimmy.

Yeah, I know that Abby's torture wasn't that bad, but Charlie wanted to take it easy on her since she's so innocent and awesome. And if it was really bad, I probably would have ended up almost crying. Charlie thinks I don't cry that often (the one time she saw me cry, she screamed "You have a soul!" at me for a few minutes), but I seriously do. I have cried during at least two episodes of Criminal Minds...and when I found out Christopher Meloni was leaving Law and Order SVU...and when I found out that the current season of The Closer would be the last. Yeah, I know...I really need a life.

So anyways, I'm kinda disappointed that the last chapter only had three reviews. So review this chapter or I will track you down and Vulcan neck pinch you! ...I apologize for that last comment, I was watching Star Trek this weekend. So I will leave you with my quote and shut up before I threaten you or reference Star Trek again.

-"The angels have the phone box."