Do you really want to die – die – die? Do you really want to die – die –die? One death, one life, are you sure do you really want to die? (A/N: Cause of Death: Suicide ~ Suicide Commando – Abby says she likes the band + you can hear the beat playing in her lab sometimes)
Gibbs groaned and threw the sandpaper he was using to the floor. "I cannot believe she got that song stuck in my head," he muttered as his phone started to ring in his pocket. Before he could say a word, Tony's voice came through the phone.
"Abby just called," Tony said quickly, "someone was in her apartment."
Gibbs closed the phone and ran out to his car. Driving at his fastest, it still took a half hour to reach Abby's apartment. He calmed down when he saw Tony standing outside with Ziva and Abby.
"What happened?" Gibbs asked, getting out of his car.
"Police are inside now. The whole apartment was torn apart," Tony replied.
Gibbs glanced around, taking in the scene. "Abby, come with me. Tony, take Ziva."
"Got it, boss," Tony said right away.
"Tony- hotel room. No jokes, DiNozzo. If he could find Ziva's apartment and Abby's, he could find yours. Hotel, take a taxi. Pay cash. Turn off your cell phone too. I don't know how Woodly is doing this but you take every damn precaution there is."
Tony nodded. "Got it. Come on, Ziva." Gibbs watched the two of them get into a taxi before calling McGee.
"McGee, where are you?" Gibbs called into the phone.
"I'm at work… you had Tony call me to figure who the man was?" McGee replied.
Gibbs kept his eye on Abby, who was listening to music from her iPod and watching Gibbs closely. "Report," Gibbs demanded.
"He… well boss he was with the FBI, a senior agent," McGee replied.
"Stay at the agency tonight. Don't leave for any reason, McGee," Gibbs instructed.
"What happened?" McGee said quickly but Gibbs closed his phone and turned the power off. Abby jumped off the building steps and crossed to where Gibbs was.
"So what's the plan, Gibbster?" Abby asked.
"Come on," Gibbs replied, leading her near a taxi.
"Aw Gibbs," Abby said. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry so much. We are all okay and we'll catch him. You always catch him. Everything will work out, Gibbs. It always does."
Gibbs kissed her forehead softly, "Thank you, Abby."
"Anytime Gibbs!" Abby smiled. "So where are we headed?"
"North," Gibbs responded, flagging down taxi and holding the door open for Abby. He took one last glance around the scene, his gut telling him that he was forgetting something very important. Finally he mumbled Abby's words back to himself, "Everything will work out."