Hi everybody ! A new chapter today. for two weeks I may post a bit more frequently because for me it's holidays !

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Thanks to EMT1215, Firesidegirl62, Gibbs Girl Kelly, Luizalps, NikkiAlex, Through the Mirror Darkly (again !), Trina Tiffany (again !), byLunaA (and again !), daisydadog and kAsS3695 for their followings.

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The chapter won't include Tiva this time but something really surprising (I think) will happen. Kostia will be here with his mean plans, Gibbs and Samantha will talk together and there will be an issue !

Hope you'll enjoy and review !

Too hard to be called Love.


Kostia.

- Why are you here ?

- I have something to tell you.

- I'm listening.

- I want you to destroy the evidences.

- What ?! You're completely mad !

- No I'm not. You see, I have your best friend under my threat.

- Abby ! Why ?

- I'm not guilty ! And if you don't do what I want you to do, she will suffer.

- Why her ?

- Because she's your best friend. And because she's essential in your team. I want you to go to work. Pretend that you don't know where she is. Go to the lab'. Destroy it. And I will release her. Be careful.

He ran away. She was devastated. Her world was falling apart. She went to work with Abby's face like a threat. She had a kind of Damocles's Sword in top of her head. She managed to avoid Gibbs's eyes during the morning.

Samantha went to the interrogations, observing all the suspects passing through the doors. She went to the autopsy, imagining Abby's body instead of the one they had found the last week. She roamed like a ghost in the orange corridors. She drank about a dozen coffees, to calm her nerves. At around noon, she was uptight. She was completely paranoid.

Gibbs was observing her. She was acting strangely this morning, blenching at a single noise. Abby was absent. It was the first time. Usually she was the first in the building but today nobody had seen the tip of her pigtails. And Samantha knew where she was. But when he asked her, she had changed the conversation subject immediately. Ziva and Tony were out, eating. The red-headed was sitting at her desk, her hands shaking when she was tidying her papers up. He walked through the room. She looked at him.

His eyes were narrowed. He knew.

- Hudson. Can I talk to you ?

- Yes, boss.

Her voice was blank. He smiled but she didn't relax.

- Come with me. Elevator.

Samantha's eyes widened. She was terrified. She took deep breaths. She had to stay calm, control herself. But the fear was blending her thoughts, sneaking like a mortal snake. The door slided. The lights turned off when the elevator stopped at half-height. She was trying to stay calm and smily.

- You know where is Abby.

- No...

- Don't try to lie to me.

- Seriously, boss. I really don't know.

- You're sure ?

- Y.. Yes.

She was turning mad. But she had to control her fear. She started breathing jerkily.

- You were with her last night.

- I saw her returning at her house but that's all.

- I'm pretty sure you're lying. Please tell me.

- I can't…

- You are safe.

- I am but she isn't !

She was shivering. Did she have enough air ? She opened a button of her shirt to allow the passage of the oxygen.

- Who told you ?

- Him.

- Who ?

- K...Kostia.

- What do you have to do to release her ?

- D… Destroy the evidences.

He sighed. He hadn't noticed her weird behaviour. He was just focused on how he will manage to brin Abby home. Meanwhile, she was freaking. Her phobia was taking control on her. He restarted the elevator. Actually, he tried. But nothing happened.

- What… what's the problem ?

The terror was discernible in Samantha's voice. She was hoping the engine would restart quickly. She unconsciously took off her coat. Gibbs wasn't looking at her. He dialed Tony's number.

- Tony. It's Gibbs.

-...

- We're in the elevator. It's blocked.

-...

- Find a solution. Quickly.

Kostia was waiting. Waiting for Abby to wake up. He knew he hadn't to stun her like that but he couldn't take the risk to let her warn her team. He was standing against the wall, his long USMC knife in his hand. He was playing with it, making it turn in his palm. The notches were clean, he had cleaned the last traces of blood. He was just waiting. It was an activity he was familiar to. But now it was over.

He had been hired by someone who just contacted him once. To propose his price for the head of 3 persons. Navy Captain Barbara Rodriguez, USMC Lieutenant Jeffrey Mittchell and the last, NCIS Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. To give him informations. The person was in the dark but he was sure it was a woman. Men don't wear skirts. Kostia hadn't seen her hands, hadn't heard her voice. She was just waiting and observing the man she had hired to kill. She was here to see. And she hadn't let him see. But his gut had told him she was someone he knew.

Now, he had done the first step. Kill Barbara Rodriguez, leave a fingerprint, escape from Gibbs team. The second one was to make him suffer and destroy the evidences. He had carte blanche to do it. Third step ? Kill Jeffrey Mittchell and trap Gibbs. Last one : kill him.

Kostia was now accomplishing the second level. Abby's eyelids widened open. He smiled.

- Hello, Abigaïl. Miss me ?

His knife was lying in his hand. He approached the goth, cut the trammels of her feets. Her green eyes were looking at him with an intense surprise.

- Why ?

Her voice was hoarse. He had a slight and machiavelic laugh. He was picking his nails with the tip of his knife.

- To make your great boss suffer. But it's not my initiative. Someone hired me to do that. Carte blanche. So, I thought "Why don't take Abigaïl ? She is kind of cool, and I will have great conversations with her. Moreover, Gibbs really like her." You see ? Now, we're just together and it's time to wait for news.

- You're creepy.

- Thank you a lot.

- What kind of news do you expect ?

- News from your best friend, Samantha. Do you remember when we were together ? What a great couple…

- What did you tell her to do ?

- Oh… You won't like it…

- Answer.

- Destroy all the evidences. Quietly. And maybe I'll release you.

- And what if she didn't destroy it ?

- You're not furious to see your work blowed away ? You surprise me today… If she didn't ? At first, I thought I will kill you. But after all… I will keep you alive.

- Bastard.

- Yes I know. I have to go, sweetheart. Do you want me to bring you something from the supermarket ?

- Your head on a tray.

- Bye…

He left, laughing. She saw his pale face smiling a last time at her when he took his coat and sunglasses. She was in trouble. In really really serious problems. And none of her forensic skills could help her to get out this issue. She sighed. The next hours would be very long, unlike the ones when she was unconscious. She prayed in her mind, hoping God, if there was one, would help Gibbs not worry a lot.

He hung up. Sam' stared at him. His gray eyes glowed in the darkness. Her body was now shaking. She could hear her heartbeats resounding in her head. She was hoping so hard they would go away soon. Her heart was beating so loud and she was terriblement anxious. The walls were too close. She was stifling. Tears appeared at her eyes. He stared at her.

- Hudson. Are you ok ?

- Y...Yes…

- No, you're not.

- No… I'm not.

She looked at him in a so desperate way.

- Please…

She was whimpering. A drop of sweat rolled on her cheek. All her body was uptight, she felt like she was about to collapse. She let her body sit down on the carpet of the lift. The sweat was replaced by the cries. She was bursting into hopeless tears. And Gibbs was watching her, ineffectual. He didn't know how to calm her down.

- Hudson…

She didn't reply. She was traumatized. Staring at some invisible point, she was muttering something. Samantha wasn't conscious of what she was doing. She was like out of her mind, watching the scene in a distance that made her feel uncomfortable. Her all corps was numb and her chest was hurting bad. She was having hot flashes or cold flashes, leaving her without strength. In her mind, they had been in this damn elevator for hours but in the reality, it had been 15 minutes.

- Please… Please… I'm getting mad. I'm not crazy, I'm not becoming crazy ! It hurts... Damn !

Gibbs crouched near of her. She had put her head in her arms, praying and muttering painfully. She was acting like something horrible was happening. In fact, she had a panick attack due to her claustrophobia. He put his hand on her shoulder, she turned two tearful eyes to him.

- You're not mad, Samantha. Breathe, breathe properly… It's ok.

She was now crying uncontrollably. He sat near of her, putting his arm around Sam's shoulders. She was still shaking but her hysterical whispers were over. He continued murmuring slightly to her ear, she started to breathe normaly. It was over. Her crisis was over. She was weak into his arms. She put her red-haired head on his shoulder, her cries was the only noise in the heavy silent of the cabin. The pain in her chest grew suddenly up, she moaned.

- Samantha ?

But it decreased violently like nothing hapened. She took a deep breath.

- It… It's ok, Gibbs…

- Sure ?

- No. But for the moment it's ok.

She sighed. Her mind fought against another painful crisis which disappears as quickly as the first.

- Since how long are we in the elevator ?

- 30 minutes. They'll find a solution.

- Hope….

- You haven't told me about your claustrophobia.

- It wasn't in my file or in my e-mails this time ?

Even in this weak condition, she was using sarcasm and turning him mad.

- Samantha, listen. I had read the files of all my co-workers before truly accepted them in my team. You're not the first and not the last. In your case, I've just discovered things that remembered me of the past. I'm sorry. I think I'm sorry.

- You think ? If Shannon had said I think when you propose her marriage, would she die ?

- It isn't my fault.

- Right. It isn't. I mustn't think like my dad.

Gibbs laughed slightly. He remembered Keith Hudson's dark eyes when he was heading to his house with Shannon and Kelly. He remembered the talks they had ans Samantha's blue eyes staring at them with a strange look. She had been a pretty little girl. But now, she was a woman and a determined one. A gorgeous young woman with sharp and determined sky-blue eyes. He didn't know how she could resist him. Maybe it was because she had known him during his marriage with Shannon, when he was still happy and kind of peaceful. Or maybe she was just strong enough to resist him. Enough to resist him but not to resist her phobia.

Her breathing become deeper and calmer. He looked at her. She had a slight smile.

- Are you ok now ?

- Yes. It's better. Thank you.

She moved away from him. Her hands was still shivering a bit but it was okay. The fear, and the pain, were gone. Yet. She was ok. In an elevator. She glanced to Gibbs. Why was she feeling as okay with him ? Why had he put his arm aroud her when she was freaking ? She hated him. He hated her. So why ? What had changed ? Nothing had happened. His eyes crossed her glances.

- Hudson. How can you live without her ?

- I don't live. I survive. And you ?

- I ask myself this question every day.

- Have you found an answer ?

He didn't reply.


So ? What do you think of my little kidnapping ?

How were Sam ? Gibbs ? Kostia ?

Do you think our dear Abby will be release soon ?

What do you think about the panick attack ? Too much ?

Don't hesitate to tell me your suppositions about the next maybe it will inspire me !

Bye

Too hard to be called Love.