A/N Hey guys! I'm really sorry that this wasn't up yesterday. It wasn't finished and I didn't have the time to keep writing yesterday, being totally swamped with marching band stuff. I was still really swamped today and this definately isn't as long as I was hoping for it to be this time... I'm really hoping the spanish in this is correct...I used google translator. Heh...Trying to keep consistent with this. Ok, lets go.
Abby woke up feeling very tired, hungry, and emotionaly drained. After blinking several times, she shifted her body to flip to the other side as best she could.
Away from the dog.
Closing her eyes, she listened carefully to her surroundings. The gurgle of pipes, the rumble of a boiler heater, the whooshing sound of flames in an incinerator. But, beyond these sounds, she could hear voices talking in fluent spanish.
Abby's brow furrowed. She understood spanish fluently, and had taken the course from middle school until Louisiana State College, passing with flying colors. The problem was, with all the other sounds, she could only make out bits and pieces of what they were saying.
"Quien es la chica?"
"Alguien...ser tratados."
"Para llegar a..."
"No. Ella no nos ha dado lo que ella debe tener."
"Voy a bajar y verificar el mocoso?"
"No, deja que su estofado para unas horas mas."
Abby gulped hard. She was in trouble, all right. With whom, she wasn't particularly sure. But they were definately a force to be reckoned with.
After making numerous attempts to sit up against a concrete wall, she succeeded. They'd said she hadn't given them something she should have. That didn't make any sense...what was she forgetting?
She closed her eyes and racked her brains for possible answers, finding none. Shaking her head in confusion, she sighed. Abby was, for once, at a loss for words.
Gibbs stepped out of the car and slammed the door behind him. DiNozzo quietly followed suit.
"It doesn't make any sense..." Gibbs muttered under his breath.
Tony, knowing Gibbs was talking to himself, kept silent. The two of them searched through Lincoln Park together, finding nothing that might bring back their beloved lab rat.
About a mile into the park, Gibbs found Abby's crushed cell phone, and not far from that were the imprints were left by her kneeling, her blood dried on the park's green floor. His heart tightened in his chest. This should have never happened. He was supposed to keep her safe. Gibbs glowered at the phone, putting it into an evidence bag. He couldn't wait to shoot the bastard who took her.
Who did this.
Who'd caused her pain.
Boy, was Duck going to have fun weighing the man's liver when Gibbs was through with him.
They both continued to search the park for furthur evidence, not finding much else besided trash and normal, everyday items. However, it was as the sun began to set, that Tony noticed something odd.
"Hey, Boss?"
Gibbs' head perked up at his name, and walked over to Tony, who was pointing at the ground.
"Is that-?" Tony began, but Gibbs cut him off, nodding.
"I think we've got ourselves a lead." He stated, reaching into his pocket for an evidence bag, and placing the object inside it. They might just be able to find Abby. Gibbs just hoped that he'd get to her in time.
A/N Hey, so you guys can probably expect a new upload in...hmmm, how about a week? That'll give me time to thicken the plot and whatnot... so, yeah. Please review! And, I'm off to a 9/11 memorial ceremony. Bless!