I kept getting really distracted while writing this chapter, as my hubby and I are catching up on Sherlock and Once Upon a Time and just watched episodes of both tonight. But, at least I got it done in time for bed. Warning: mentions of rape in this chapter.
Abby twisted her head to look around the room wildly. She had been tied to a chair in a bedroom, her mouth bound with a strip of frayed duct tape that her captor had hastily ripped after pulling it from a small toolbox. The room was minimally furnished – a small nightstand with lamp and a twin-sized bed that had a thin, brown blanket thrown unevenly across it. The chair had been in a makeshift kitchen when he'd brought her in, gun pointed at her back.
It had been at least two hours by now. She'd sat outside in her car until a little past three, waiting to catch a glimpse of her falsely-accused boss. The last time she'd looked at her watch it was almost quarter past three. By the time she'd looked back up, a man stood next to her car, a gun pointed at her head.
Gibbs was going to kill her. Well, save her life then metaphorically kill her, anyway. It was what he did. But maybe now she could help him. Maybe.
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He was going to kill her. He should've known she would do something like this. Growling to himself he knocked on Hendricks' apartment door and waited for Carter to let him in.
"Hey, Gibbs. You got a visitor." Carter smirked. "A hot one at that. I really like blondes – got any of them who might come lookin' for ya?"
Gibbs ignored him and headed for the room. He paused just before going in, "Don't interrupt."
Carter wagged his eyebrows at him and went back to where he'd been watching TV perched on a dirty, two-decade old couch.
As soon as he shoved the door open, Abby's eyes met his. He slammed it forcefully, in part from his frustration and in part as a ruse for Carter. Abby's face showed how startled she was by his entrance.
Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was part of their group and she'd just walked right into it… Oh God, why had she done this?
Gibbs locked the door and set the food lightly on the floor. Abby was tied with a cable that looked like it'd come from an old TV. Sighing with relief that she wasn't hurt, Gibbs crossed the room quickly and untied her.
"Shh…Carter's out there." Gibbs whispered before she could remove the duct tape.
Abby nodded and ripped the tape from her mouth, wincing at the feel. She stood slowly and took a couple of steps back from Gibbs, watching him cautiously.
"Abby? What's wrong?" Gibbs' voice was low.
"I thought… you came in so angry, and the things that everyone has been saying…" Her voice cracked, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Gibbs was suddenly next to her, pulling her into his arms. "Oh, Abbs."
Grateful at the sudden contact, Abby swung her arms around his waist and held him tightly. "I knew it was fake. I knew it couldn't be true." She spoke into his chest, trying not to be heard outside the room.
Gibbs released her slowly, keeping his hands on her shoulders. Still speaking quietly, he shook his head, "It's not real. I'm undercover. Only Leon knows. We had to make it look like I'd become a traitor. One of our suspects has admitted to everything, but he's too low on the food chain. He got me in."
Abby's grin grew wider, "I told them. The team all believed you were innocent too, but then we got these photos of you here, not being held captive or anything, and they… I know they still didn't really believe it, but they were so disappointed and distraught. They've been taken off the case. I don't think they knew what else to do." Her smile had faded, and suddenly she gasped, "Oh, I have ruined your cover, haven't I?"
"No, not yet. They think you came to expose me. To get evidence."
"Oh, that's good!" Abby let out a sigh of relief.
"No, Abbs. Because they want to take you for interrogation. To see what you know." He hesitated, thinking back to Hendricks' words. "And…that's probably not all that will happen to you."
Her face paled. "What kind of interrogation?"
He shrugged, dropping his hands from her shoulders and pacing across the room and back. "I'm not sure. But they're not going to want to let you go back. You can already identify two of them, and they'll think you've confirmed the evidence against me."
Abby sat on the edge of the bed as they both silenced their thoughts.
"Let them take me."
Gibbs' head jerked up at her. "No."
"Gibbs, it's the only way." Abby had to work to keep her voice low. "Your cover will be blown otherwise."
Gibbs shook his head insistently. "No, Abby." He leaned against the wall parallel to the bed. "I leave for Afghanistan tomorrow. I should be back in two days. By then I think I'll know who this guy is. If I can just stall Hendricks long enough…" Gibbs thought aloud, trying to come up with a solution. "Hendricks leaves on an op tonight. I can tell him that I'll take you and then you can get away from me. You can shoot me in the leg or something to make it look like you put up a fight."
"I'm not going to shoot you, Gibbs. Besides, it's too suspicious. You'll be over in Afghanistan and they'll figure it out and they'll…" She cut herself off, not wanting to say his potential fate aloud, as if the words would cast a spell that would put it into action.
"Abby, you don't get what they'll do to you. It's not just trying to get you to talk…" Gibbs sat next to her on the bed. "You'll just be a toy before they'll dispose of you."
"So save me after you get back. I'll hold out on them long enough for you to get the bad guy, and then you can call in the others and fetch me." Abby shrugged nonchalantly, trying to appear brave.
"Not gonna happen, Abbs."
They both paused, thinking over other possibilities, before Abby remembered the man in the other room.
"Um, Gibbs…"
"Hmm?"
"Isn't it going to be suspicious that we're so quiet in here? It's almost giving away that we're plotting something." She looked at him nervously.
"Yeah, good point." Gibbs considered. "Do you trust me, Abby?"
Abby looked taken aback. "Of course, Gibbs. How could you even ask me that?"
Gibbs frowned, "Just checkin, Abbs." He nodded to the head of the bed. "Lay back."
Abby raised an eyebrow but conceded, scooting herself up so that her head lay on the pillow.
Gibbs shifted himself, attempting to lay next to her, but never managing to hold himself up on the small bed in addition to Abby.
"Now I remember why I never bothered bringing guys home as a teenager." Abby giggled to herself. "Was kinda pointless."
"That and Gloria had probably developed a sixth sense for that sort of thing with you around."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Abby narrowed her eyes at Gibbs, who ignored her.
Gibbs sat on the edge of the tiny bed. He sighed, thinking about how difficult this was going to make his life. "Alright, Abby. I'm gonna have to get on top of you. Is that alright?"
Abby licked her lips slowly. "I suppose."
Gibbs rolled his eyes, trying to pretend her fake seduction had no affect on him. He moved quickly, positioning himself so that he straddled her. "Alright… I need your help to move the bed so it hits the wall. And you need to sound like I'm hurting you, okay?" His voice softened at the last.
Abby's seductive charm vanished, replaced instead with a calm seriousness. "Yeah, I get it. Like… like you're raping me?"
Gibbs drew in a quick breath, "Yeah, Abbs. Exactly."
"Alright. Here goes." Abby gave him a half-hearted smile and tried to thrust upward to make the bed rock against the wall. Gibbs immediately joined in, making the movement more abrupt.
Abby tried to make a desperate noise, but failed, merely squeaking.
"It's gotta be louder, Abby." Gibbs whispered over the thudding of the bed.
Abby closed her eyes, trying to block out the image of Gibbs. Somehow it was difficult to make believe that something so horrible was happening to her while his gorgeous face with piercing blue eyes was directly above her. Instead she forced herself to picture Mawher, her stalker ex. Imagining him above, the bed slamming around, she whimpered forcefully, and then let out a short scream before beginning to plead for him to stop.
Gibbs watched as Abby's eyes remained steadfastly shut, her voice suddenly coming out in whimpers. Beneath him she began to beg him to stop, yelling at no, and crying out as if he were really thrusting hard into her. Almost losing pace from the overwhelming emotion he felt, as if it were all real and not doctored, Gibbs caught himself against the wall and found his rhythm once more, chanting over and over in his head that it was fake, and that Abby was just a really good actress.
After several minutes, Abby's voice died down, as if she'd given up. Gibbs peered back down at her, his breath catching when he saw tears streaming down her cheeks and into her hair, her eyes still tightly closed. He slowed his movement and gently stilled her with his hands. Placing one knee on the outside of her leg and the other in between her legs, he kneeled on the bed, holding himself up with his feet.
"Abbs…" His fingers brushed the tears away from her cheeks as her eyes flew open. "Are you okay?"
She nodded shortly, hiccupping a bit before responding. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Come here." Gibbs nodded for her to sit up, holding out his arms.
Abby curled up in his arms, allowing a few more tears to be shed. "Sorry, I… I couldn't pretend it was happening if I kept my eyes open. I'd never be able to think such a thing was real."
"I'm glad you think like that, Abby." Gibbs threaded his fingers through her hair which had long ago fallen from its typical pigtails.
"I…I pictured…Mikel." She hiccupped again. "It was the only way I could think to get myself to make such sounds."
Gibbs pulled her closer to him. "Never would've happened, Abbs. Wouldn't have let it."
"I know."
She was quiet again, still overwhelmed by the vivid scene she'd imagined.
"I think I know how you're going to get out of here, Abby. But we'll have to move quickly, before Hendricks gets back. He said a couple of hours, that was already 40 minutes ago."
Abby nodded, "What's the plan, Boss?"
Gibbs rewarded her with a wide smile and a kiss to the forehead. "The plan… is for you to kick some ass."
I would pay to see some more of said ass-kickings from Abby on the show. Just the one time on the way to the court date, and well, with Chip, and then the time she punched what's-his-face. Okay, so there have been a few. But more is always better.
