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I'm sorry it's been so long, School has started up again so I've got more important priorities to take care of . As always thank you for reading.

Chapter Ten

The medical examiner's assistant Pimmy Jalmer slinked into autopsy, hoping for a body. It had been a tough week and he needed a release, the kind of release that only a dead body could bring. After all what real woman would sleep with him?

Jalmer barely breathed, the pressure sensitive doors opened with a slight hiss. He looked around, his senses heightened, he had already told the doctor he was leaving for the night. He instantly stopped, was that a body?

He snuck to the body bag and slowly unzipped it as to not alert the doctor to his presence. He just hoped the body would be that of a female, the male bodies were awkward. As the body bag rolled away Jalmer stopped. He recognized the body of Amy Sutton, their forensic scientist that had gone missing.

Jalmer and everyone else knew her as McGregor's girl, that and they were destined to be together and get married. But Jalmer was really stressed and needed a release.

Sure she was McGregor's girl but she was dead, who would she tell?

Special Agent Timothy McGee groaned in anguish as he tore the page from his notebook and tossed it away from him. He was sitting in interrogation waiting for Gibbs. He didn't know why he was sitting in interrogation when he should be waiting for the phone to ring and the next question. He also didn't know why or how his writing had turned to utter crap. He just wanted Abby back, he just wanted to know that she was still alive and that he hadn't caused her too much pain, but he couldn't do that in interrogation.

Why had he taken Jethro on a walk that morning? Why hadn't he stayed with her and walked Jethro later? Why hadn't he come back sooner? Why hadn't he told her how he felt sooner? Why? Why? Why?

McGee started writing again, just to try and calm himself and free his doubting mind. He began to free write.

Tomy and Lisa sat in the bullpen staring each other down. They were debating who's fault it was that Amy Sutton was missing. McGregor was on the streets searching for her so there was no one there to qualify their argument. L.J. Tibbs was no where to be found so they decided to forget about their argument and -

McGee looked up to see Gibbs walking in, shutting the door behind him, the typical coffee in his hand. Gibbs stopped as he saw the balled up paper. McGee said nothing as Gibbs unballed it and read it, he watched embarrassed, he couldn't believe he had written it and that Gibbs was reading it. Well at least he wasn't reading it out loud.

After a few seconds Gibbs sat across from McGee. "Didn't know you felt that way about Palmer,Tim" he voiced, McGee felt his face flushing again. "but that won't happen" he sounded so sure, what if he got two more questions wrong?what if he indirectly killed her? That was why he didn't want to answer the questions in the first place, but no one would listen to him. "We will find Abby alive" Gibbs saw that McGee was still doubting himself. "We will find her alive, Tim." he saw McGee look up "You just need to tell me what happened after you left NCIS on Friday"

McGee knew that was coming. He knew he would have to tell all to Gibbs eventually. He knew it was best not to lie, because Gibbs would find out and come after him and probably kill him, and how would that help Abby? It wouldn't.

Gibbs watched McGee, he knew Ducky was in observation watching him too. Gibbs knew McGee didn't have anything to do with it, his gut told him that, but he just wanted to make sure. Gibbs saw that McGee looked determined. "What happened on Friday, once you and Abby got into the elevator?" That was the magic question, wasn't it?

McGee thought back to Friday, it seemed like it was so long ago but had it really only been less than two days ago? It seemed like years and years to him. "Well" McGee began, thinking back to happier times. "I was nervous because I wanted to tell Abby how I really felt, how I really feel."

Gibbs needed McGee to be clear, just in case their investigation was questioned by internal affairs or some other agency. Gibbs wanted it done right. There was no way that the person who took Abby would go free because of a technicality, Gibbs wanted to make sure of that. "How do you feel about her, Tim?" He asked, he knew deep down that McGee was the best choice for Abby, especially since he had met some of her exs, but he wasn't going to let McGee know that. He had to be objective.

McGee knew that Gibbs might kill him, since he had broken rule 12, but he spoke anyway, he knew Gibbs had to know if they were ever to find Abby alive. "I would do anything for her. I would do anything she asked, give her anything she wanted, I would deny her nothing. I would lie for her, steal for her, even kill for her if necessary. To put it plainly, Gibbs, I love her more than air itself."

Well to be fair Gibbs did ask, and he should have expected such an answer from a fiction writer. "Ok" Gibbs went on "So you were nervous and in the elevator, what next?" He had a feeling he knew what came next, he did have four wives, but he had to ask to make sure; it was just as embarrassing for him as it was for McGee, but he was able to keep his stone face.

McGee flashed back to the elevator on Friday night. "Neither of us said anything at first, but then she stopped the elevator with the emergency switch and we talked."

Gibbs knew he had to be thorough or else the defense would tear them up "What did you two talk about?" he had to ask though he knew where it was going to lead.

McGee thought back again "We didn't talk much in the elevator" he admitted. "We decided" he paused "Well I suggested that we meet at my place, to try and make it as romantic as possible." so much for romantic, she was missing! "She agreed and we left NCIS separately."

Gibbs continued to watch McGee, he wasn't lying, then again, when did McGee ever lie, at least not on purpose. "What did you do next?" he asked, watching for any tells, there were none, McGee was just nervous.

McGee thought back to after he left the elevator, after he watched Abby get in her hearse and leave, he was behind her in his Porsche and they were stopped at the gate but that wasn't very important. "After I left the Navy yard I drove to Rosie's in Virginia to pick up a chocolate cream pie" he smiled until he remembered that they didn't get to enjoy it. "I drove 40 miles to get it because it's the only pie she'll eat and it is the best. I had to wait 20 minutes for them to bake it but it was worth the wait, it always is"

Gibbs knew Rosie's pie was the best. That was where he had met some of his previous wives, yeah wives, plural. "So what time did you get home, Tim?" he asked, the typical investigator question and McGee knew it, he knew the best way was to tell the truth. To some it would seem invasive but McGee knew it had to be done.

McGee didn't remember what time he got home. He remembered setting the pie on the small table and seeing Abby on the phone. "I don't know what time I got home. Boss" McGee admitted, "but Abby was on the phone, if you run my phone records-"

Gibbs didn't need to run his phone records, he wasn't a suspect, just a witness. "Who was on the phone, McGee?" Gibbs asked, suddenly remembering the mysterious phone calls to McGee's desk phone on that Friday night.

McGee paused "I don't know" he remembered that he didn't talk on the phone. "I hung it up" he knew it sounded bad "But I thought it was my mother." It was a valid excuse "She's been trying to set me up with a childhood friend and I-" he stopped "Oh my god! Was it the kidnapper?"

Gibbs couldn't answer him, he didn't know how to answer him, he could only continue the interview. "What happened after you hung up the phone?" the typical Gibbs stone face.

McGee breathed in deep, trying to calm himself. He immersed himself in the memories of Friday night. "I noticed she was cooking" he voiced "That was important because she hadn't cooked since we used to date years ago." he smiled at the thought of what came next "She had turned my iPod on and was listening to my Jazz." he could hear the music in his head "The phone rang again but I ignored it, thinking it was my mother again" Would everything have changed if he had just picked up the damn phone?" McGee inhaled again "We danced until the song ended and then she pushed me to relax until her dinner was ready." he sighed " When I awoke she was standing over me, looking very happy. She saw that I was awake and got skiddish" he smiled thinking of Abby skiddish, it was so unlike her. "I knew she was about to kiss me so I took the initiative and kissed her first." his spirits were lifting just as he was thinking about it "She took off my gun and badge and then she found my handcuffs" the secretive smile told Gibbs what was next. "She handcuffed me quite forcefully and wouldn't uncuff me" he was lost in thought, Gibbs cleared his throat to bring McGee back " and well one thing led to another and we- well, you know" he concluded, it was embarrassing to admit to Gibbs that he and Abby, Gibbs' favorite-

"No, I don't know McGee" Gibbs responded, it was embarrassing and he did know but he needed McGee to be clear for the investigation's sake.

McGee sighed, he was a grown man and he couldn't say the word "sex" to his boss? Then again Abby was his favorite, so that made it ten times worse. It was like telling a father that you had ravaged his unmarried daughter, not something one usually does, unless they want to die. He took a deep breath hoping that Gibbs would be nice enough not to shoot him. "After she uncuffed me, at least partly " he held up the handcuffs around his left wrist "We- I carried her to my bedroom and we-" it was do or die time, hopefully Gibbs wouldn't kill him "We had sex " he watched Gibbs for any signs of anger or rage, or a murderous glare in his eyes.

Gibbs was quite calm, especially since McGee had just admitted to breaking rule 12 with his favorite forensics scientist, who he thought of as a daughter. "Did you use protection?" he asked, the first in his new line of questions.

McGee braced himself for a head slap at the least, a brutal castration with a rusty spoon at the worst. "No Boss" he admitted, bracing himself for some sort of blow. "But Abby said that she was on the pill" In his defense she had told him that more than once during their romp.

Gibbs still remained calm "Did you two ever have sexual relations before Friday night?" he surprised himself as how calm he was about Abby and McGee being together.

McGee thought it best not to keep anything from Gibbs "yes" it was a simple answer "but it didn't really mean anything" he saw Gibbs' face "Well of course it meant something but we weren't in love love, or at least she wasn't" Gibbs' face begged for an explanation. "After tough cases, when we both were really stressed or near death, we would get together, to feel alive and needed" It was so embarrassing to admit that to Gibbs "It was usually in my car or hers and then we'd go our separate ways and never talk about it again" it hurt to talk about it, he realized how dumb it really had been, he should have just told her how he really felt.

It seemed pretty dumb to Gibbs too, if they had both obviously loved one another but didn't want to admit it , so they hid behind stupid excuses "When was the last time you two had sex?" It was weird for Gibbs too, to think about that, about his employees together, naked, in the throws of passion.

McGee didn't even have to think about it, he remembered "After Mexico, Gibbs" That would put it a few months earlier, perfect for Gibbs' time line, but that also was not so good. He knew he had to explain.

Gibbs still stayed calm. "There was some blood in your apartment and Palmer got a ping" he was unsure what that meant, it was geek speak, but he knew McGee would know.

"DNA?" McGee asked, excited, perhaps he wouldn't have to answer anymore questions and Abby wouldn't get hurt anymore. Gibbs shook his head, so much for that theory. "Then what Boss?" McGee almost couldn't contain his excitement.

"The blood contained high levels of HCG and -" Gibbs had no idea what that meant, he didn't major in anything at college, he didn't even go to college.

"She's-No she can't be!" McGee exclaimed. His Geek mind had to work it out "High levels of Human Chorionic Gonadotropins means that-" he paused and gasped "Oh my God!" what would he do? What would they do? What would happen after he saved her? What if he couldn't save her? What would he do? What could he do? "She's pregnant!" Now he didn't just have to save her,but their unborn child as well! He suddenly felt the urge to laugh, to scream, to cry, to sing, but most of all the urge to faint. She would kill him, or worse castrate him.

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Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo sat at McGee's desk. He was on phone duty, if it rang, he ran for McGee. It had been two hours since the last call and Tony had resorted to playing Tetris to keep himself occupied. Ziva watched him from her desk. Both were resisting the urge to itch, but mostly failing. Tetris was ten times tougher than it usually was. The bullpen was absolutely silent.

Tony watched as Gibbs walked into the bullpen and to his desk, McGee slumped behind him looking somewhere between a mixture of pain, determination, fear, and happiness. There was no way that Tony could give it just one name. So what the hell had happened in interrogation?

McGee approached Tony, now looking annoyed. "Get out of my chair, Tony" he voiced, he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Tony knew to get up. McGee was becoming more and more like Gibbs everyday. Tony did not want to receive a head slap, or worse from his probie, so he got up and went to his own desk.

McGee sat down at his own desk and pulled out his notebook again and continued to try and write. His mind was spinning in circles.

His deepest love was missing. His only love was missing, taken away by the hand of fate. He knew he had to save her, to tell her that he knew her deepest darkest secret and that he loved her all the more for it. That when other men would run he would stand up and face it and love her for the rest of their lives. He knew that nothing, absolutely nothing would tear them apart, but first he had to find her and save her from the sick sadistic stranger that had taken her from the safety of his apartment. Once he found them, the sick person who stole her away from him, he would kill them. Whatever it took to get her back but first he had to answer those damned questions. If only it were that easy.

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Forensics Goddess Abigail Sciuto had not moved in hours. She had lost all track of time. Was it morning? Was it night? How long had it been since she'd last seen McGee? How long since she last heard his voice? She had absolutely no sense of time. All she knew was that the fresh cuts on her face burned and her head throbbed from the pressure and the pain.

She heard the footsteps again but those were different. They were heavier, larger, they belonged to a man. She was about to cry out, about to rattle her chains but something told her to stay silent. That he wasn't a man to come and help her. She stayed silent, praying that he would just pass her by. If only she was so lucky.

Hi, Guys. As you know the captor is asking questions. Would you guys happen to have any that you think they should ask? Also, can you guys think of any songs that sum up Abby and McGee really well, how about some that he could sing to her? PM me if you have any suggestions. Thanks. Robin's chick.