Gibbs could see the night fill with darkness and he could feel the weight coming down on him. He had to save Abby, for the sake of his sanity.
He had just come down the last flight of stairs and stopped. The blonde from earlier was leaning on his car in the NCIS parking lot. He smirked at Gibbs. "Your the last one."
"What?!"
"Sam, Ducky, Palmer... all of 'em are bleeding to death as we speak... and now it's your turn." Yvonchi raised his gun and pointed it at Gibbs. "I want Abby to be all mine."
Gibbs stood there, his cold eyes watching Yvonchi. "Tell me why."
Yvonchi smiled. "I'll tell you why..."
---Yvonchi's "explination"---
He sat there, in his holding cell, watching people go out to prison and only one of twenty-five were actually released, out into the world, at least. He saw her, walking beside Gibbs, her arm slung over his shoulder and a sweet smile on her face. She wore black jeans with chains falling everywhere and a tight black shirt that exposed some of her midriff skin and big black boots.
Yvonchi stood up and watched her pass and he decided she was the girl he was waiting for, the girl he was going to make his own...
---Gibbs---
"You did that all on a whim?!"
"Well, yes and no."
Gibbs shook his head and slowly moved his hand back to his gun. "It takes time to fall in love with Abby. She needs to grow on you before you can love her. She's always had her way with making people understand her before she understood them. Besides," Gibbs smiled "she has a way of getting bored of guys who don't intrest her first."
Yvonchi raised his automatic weapon.
Gibbs fired first, double-tapped Yvonchi through the shoulder blade and then down at his knees, knocking him down and again on his spine, in order to stop him. Gibbs only had a scrape on his hand that left him bleeding. He called 911 and asked for an ambulance.
...He was going to go see Abby and tell her she was free of her pains... if she remembered him... but first, he had to take care of his wounds and then go see her in the morning...