Sorry this took so long. Family stuffs, and writers block and all that. I'm hoping to have more time this week. :)
Abby glanced out the door, pausing as she heard voices. Sticking her head back in, she looked back over at Gibbs who was leaning against the wall, his eyes partially closed from exhaustion. "Gibbs, there are people coming."
He nodded, "Bout that time of day."
Abby's heart clenched at the sigh in his voice, the way he had accepted the daily abuse. She glanced back out the door and the nearing voices and pulled something from underneath the skirt of her dress. Wrapped around her leg was a strap, from which she pulled a small gun with silencer.
Even in his hazy state, Gibbs registered the gun. "Did DiNozzo let you have that?"
"No. I took it." Abby turned back to him, "Stay here."
Normally Gibbs would have argued with his forensic scientist, but another wave of exhaustion hit him and he leaned against the wall with more force.
Abby stepped into the hall, hiding her gun casually to her side. The two voices rounded the corner in the form of the guards who had passed her earlier.
"Hey, who are you? What are you doing down here?"
"Hello, boys. Your boss said you'd be down here." She batted her eyelashes and slunk towards them seductively.
The one who hadn't spoken to her immediately changed his stature, looking more interested and at ease. The other still held his guard, slowly approaching her. "I haven't seen you before."
"Gift from new associates." Abby kept it short and sweet, afraid if she drew it out further they would hear the nervousness in her voice.
The two guards were still a few feet from where she now leaned against the wall in the hallway, the gun hidden between her thigh and the plaster of the wall. Both were now at ease – one running his fingers through his hair, the other unbuttoning the top button on his shirt. Abby swallowed nervously, trying not to process what she was about to do.
Without hesitation, Abby swung the gun up in front of her, shooting first one guard, and then the other, both squarely in their chests. She paused, waiting to see if either was still moving. The guard who had remained skeptical at first moaned and writhed on the floor. Abby held her breath, hoping she wouldn't have to shoot him again. That first time had been hard enough.
Her gun was suddenly eased from her hand. Startled, Abby looked up at a stoic Gibbs who casually raised the gun and shot the guard again, pausing to make sure the moaning had stopped.
"Thank you." Abby whispered hoarsely.
Gibbs leaned over, still a little unsteady, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
She smiled a half-smile and focused once more on the map she had created in her mind of how they could reach an exit. "Were you conscious when they brought you in? Do you know any other ways out?"
Gibbs shook his head, "I was brought in the front door and then drugged."
Abby frowned. "Well, we'll just have to find our own way out."
The pair crept along the hall, Gibbs still holding the gun in front of them despite his exhaustion. The hall was silent as they reached the stairs, Abby sneaking up first to look for anyone who might be patrolling the halls.
After motioning for Gibbs to join her, the two turned down the hall opposite the front door. Abby checked her phone – Ziva had already sent her a text confirming that they had left just two minutes before and were well hidden a block away, waiting for them. They slunk down the hall and into an open bedroom. Gibbs closed the door behind them, locking it as Abby slid the window open. The window was small, but lacked a screen and was close enough to the ground that even an injured Gibbs wouldn't have difficulties climbing out.
"Go on, Ziva and McGee aren't far." Abby nodded toward the open window and the ground below.
Gibbs shook his head. "You first."
Abby began to argue with him, but realized how exhausted he look, and thought better of it – instead shimmying out the opening and letting herself fall lightly to the ground. She turned back to the window, watching Gibbs' legs appear as he lowered himself down, the gun tucked in his pants.
"They're this way." Abby nodded to their right as Gibbs looked around them, checking for signs that they had been seen.
As the two snuck around the back of the house, hoping to escape down a back alley where they would be less likely to be seen by anyone who might be coming towards the house or out of the house by way of the front door, Gibbs heard a shout from inside and knew his absence had been discovered.
"Run!" He pulled Abby's arm and his slow shuffling grew faster, adrenaline kicking in to subside his pain as he heard people clambering out of the house; gun shots chasing after them.
Abby spotted Ziva dashing towards them, her gun in the air as she fired off shots. A couple of groans and shouts alerted Abby to the realization that Ziva had killed some men chasing them. Gibbs and Abby reached a car behind which McGee and DiNozzo were waiting, each with a gun pointed forwards.
"Boss." DiNozzo nodded at Gibbs as if he had just seen him that morning.
Ziva ran towards the car, yelling at them to get in and start the engine. Three men were still running at them. DiNozzo shot one before climbing in the backseat, allowing Gibbs the passenger seat. Ziva flew around the car, climbing in the right side as she was the most used to driving foreign cars.
The four others, piled into the small car, held their breath as the car flew away, narrowly missing a fence and a small dog.