MCGEE'S POV
"Wait, Boss,"
"What, McGee?"
"He may be evil, but he' not technology savvy."
"Spit it out, McGee!"
"He didn't take her cell phone, Boss."
"Don't just stand there, do something about it!"
"Already am, Boss, tracing it. Got it, Boss, sent it to PDA, car, Boss, just need a car."
I had seen Gibbs fast, but never this fast. He was breaking every speed limit ever. It was a miracle, that no police had caught him yet. Then again a miracle is all we needed at the moment. To find her, to find her alive. I had already admitted it, but that didn't mean it was forbidden to say. In fact I love saying it; I say it all the time. I LOVE HER.
"There, Boss, that house right there."
I shouted out, pointing to a rather worn down looking house, in this odd looking neighborhood that appeared abandoned.
We walked in, I went through the back door, and Gibbs through the front.
"Abby,"
"Abby, are you here?"
"In here!"
I could only barely hear her. It sounded as if she was in the wall.
"Abby, who's there?"
"The bookshelf, move the…"
She cut off, as if someone stopped her. What if he was in there? Whoever it was. Damnit! This was so damn frustrating, I don't even know who the hell he was, but I'm pretty sure Ziva knew and therefore probably Tony too. I had seen them interact for four years. I knew the constant look in their eyes.
"McGee, help me move this!"
Gibbs, shouted, already at one end of the bookshelf.
I pushed on the bookshelf as hard as I could, and it barely budged, obviously this bookshelf wasn't meant to move.
"McG!"
That was all I heard, it wasn't a loud anxious shout, more of a 'help me', I had to do something. I had seen something; the top f the bookshelf was made with a thinner, lighter wood, and cut. While we were pushing at the bottom, heavier part, the lightest bit, the top was just sitting there. All we had to do was…