A/N: So I changed the ending to this chapter just because I though it fit better at the end of this chapter rather than at the beginning of the next one.

A/N: I tried for the double update guys! I really did, but it just wasn't happening, so I'm sorry, but here's the newest chappie! Hope you like :)

2330: Twenty-four Hours and Thirty Minutes Missing

It had been two hours since Gibbs had left with Tony and Ziva, and Abby was pacing the floor of her lab, anxiously. "Timmy do you think they found them?" she asked, chewing on the straw of her Caf-Pow.

"I don't know Abby," he sighed, pausing only slightly before he spoke again. "Abby will you stop that?" he demanded, his voice gentle but commanding. Her jittery pacing was doing nothing to calm her nerves, or by proxy, his.

She stopped, turning o face him, "Why haven't they called? If they found them they would've called." she said adamantly.

"Abby the reading is four hours out. It's only been two," he reasoned, and she was silent for a few seconds, making him think he had satisfied her, but she soon found a problem in his reasoning.

"What if Ziva's driving?" she demanded, and he had to smile.

"Even if Ziva was driving, it would still take at least three hours to get there; but I don't think anyone would let Ziva drive, not voluntarily."

She pursed her lips, eyeing him in scrutiny, before sighing, her shoulders dropping in acquiescence. Ambling over to him, she dropped into his lap. "We have to find them Timmy," she whispered, tossing her arms around his neck, her head falling to his shoulder.

"We will Abbs," he tried to reassure her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

0100: Twenty-six Hours Missing

Jenny had managed to work her way out of her ropes, unbeknownst to her captor, and was simply waiting for the right time to try for escaping. For some reason she had the feeling that he was lying about Angela, and the twins; but then she remembered the screams, and she remained immobile, wanting to be certain of the risks she was taking before she did anything that could potentially put any or all of them in danger. Having been planning to be a profiler before her father's death, she had majored in behavioral psychology. Maybe if she asked him enough questions, she could determine his tell.

"Why did you poison me if you were only going to save me?" she asked from her place on the floor.

"That wasn't me. It was my idiot brother," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I wanted to kill you just the way I will. Slowly. I want Agent Gibbs to know who killed his little whore."

He had a brother? That was news to her. Keeping her anger under control, as she needed to prolong this as long as she could. She asked her next question, appearing nothing more than genuinely interested, "You have a brother?"

He eyed her skeptically, before assuming an impassive expression once more as he spoke, "You talk a lot."

She gave a non-committal shrug, before replying, "I'm bored." She was tired, hungry, and irritable; and her smart mouth was getting the best of her.

He smirked, his face taking on a sinister quality as he rose from his chair, moving in her direction. She glared at him, her face hard, as he drew closer. Squatting down to her level, he reached for her face, caressing the cheek he had previously split open "Oh we can fix that," he said, grinning menacingly, "Yeah. Me and you can have a little fun."

She smiled mockingly, her voice taking a sarcastic edge, "Yeah. Probably not. So…I think I'm good."

He backhanded her across the mouth, splitting her lip; but she kept silent, having already received he share of abuse from the man in front of her, despite the twenty-four hour period.

"Stupid bitch!" he spat, taking her by surprise as he dragged her across the room by her hair. Whimpering in pain, she reached up, twisting his wrist in a quick motion, hearing a satisfying snap.

He cried out in pain, and she scrambled to her feet, punching him in the face. Blood spurted from his nose, and she was sure she had broken it. She kneed him in the stomach, before swiftly striking him in the back of the head with her elbow. You didn't spend four years in the middle of the desert with Ziva, and learn nothing. Panting heavily, his eyes livid, he managed to throw her to the ground, her back slamming into the hard cement floor.

She heard a crack, and moaned as pain seared through her right shoulder. She saw his foot coming at her out of the corner of her eye, and instinctively covered her stomach, just as his foot connected with her ribs. She gasped as his foot connected with her body time, and time again. Yanking her roughly to her feet, her hair falling in a veil, covering her face. "Get up! You fucking whore ass bitch! Get up!" he seethed.

Grabbing a knife from the table, he held it against her neck, "That was not a good idea," he whispered menacingly, his features distorted in delirium, "I said I was going to break you of that little mean streak of yours. Well now I know just how to do it."

She tried to run, but he held her tighter, his grip bruising. Pulling a gun from his belt, he pressed it to her forehead, his words ominous, "I swear to God, you try anything, and I will not hesitate. I'll put a bullet through your head. Then all I have to do is make a call, and my sister puts a bullet through the pretty blonde and your little bastards."

She closed her eyes, her lips trembling, "I'll do it. I won't try anything I promise," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

"Good."

She closed her eyes, unzipping his pants, and she could almost hear his smile; it sickened her.

He tapped her chin with the barrel of his gun, "Look at me," he demanded, and she complied. The maniacal hunger in his eyes stopped her, fear reflected in hers.

She took a deep breath, bringing her hands up, one behind his head, the other at his cheek. She closed her eyes only briefly, but when she opened them all traces of fear were gone, vengeance replacing it. He had no time to react before she rotated her hands, putting all of her force behind it, swiftly snapping his neck. That, she had learned from Jethro.

She stood up from her place on his lap, her breathing labored. It had been years since she was in the field, and even then, she had never come even remotely close to what she had just done.

Taking in his neck, bent at an odd angle, his eyes wide open and lifeless; shock reflected in them, she tried to swallow the bile rising in her throat, but failed, heaving up what little she had eaten, all over the floor. Wiping her mouth on the scrubs, she had woken in, she pushed herself to her feet; thinking about how she had wound up in them made her want to vomit all over again. Her gut, as Gibbs would call it, and maybe a little maternal instinct, were telling her that her children were not there; but that still begged the question, where were they? She needed to get out though, before anyone else who could be in that building discovered what she had done. Her captor had mentioned a brother, who was obviously part of everything. He could be i n the building somewhere. There was no way she could stay in that room, just waiting for him to discover her. She had not had anything to drink for some time; exactly how long, she was unsure. She was sure he had broken a rib, and her body was starting to ache. She would not be able to disarm anyone else, certainly not one of her former captor's build.

She remembered the long forgotten chip she had taken from her phone, wondering where it had fallen. Jesus had knocked her out with something the moment he realized she had woken; and wherever she had been, she had dropped it. She tried the door, only to find it locked. She looked around for other means of escape, her gaze soon landing on the window across the room. Her eyes flitted over the room, in search of anything to break the window with. Swallowing thickly, she walked toward the dead man slumped in his chair; she seized the gun dangling from his fingers. She unloaded it, before throwing it through the window, the glass shattering in front of her. She tried to clear the stray shards of glass, hissing as one imbedded itself in her finger. Hoisting her self up, she jumped down from the window, her bare feet landing softly on grass.

She exhaled, looking around her. There was nothing but grass, trees, and darkness for miles. Turning to face the building, she assumed she was at the back, and moved as stealthily as possible. As she made her way around the building, she spotted a window, and assumed that it was another room. She took a deep breath before peeking into it, hoping that she was not seen. She could not leave without making certain that neither her children nor Angela would be left there. She cleared the dirt from the window, gasping at the sight inside. Even through the dust of the inside window, she could make out a body on the floor, one body. It was quite plainly the corpse of a woman, but she exhaled in relief at seeing dark hair, rather than blonde. If Angela had been there, she had already escaped, and for that Jenny was grateful. She only hoped that Gibbs had found her, as well as the twins.

The team had left NCIS, three hours earlier, sans McGee. They had taken two cars in the hopes of finding both Angela and the twins, as well as Jenny, alive. Ziva driving one car, Gibbs the other, they were making good time. Barreling down the back roads of Arlington, despite the dirt flying up at their windshields, both drivers almost missed the blonde stumbling into the road. It registered with Gibbs first, and he skidded to a stop, throwing the gearshift into reverse. Jumping out of his car, he slammed the driver's door behind him, Tony on his heels. Despite his challenged eyesight, he could plainly make out the woman illuminated by his headlights. "Angela?" he called, his strides quick and determined.

She looked to him, sighing in relief, "Jethro." Much to the shock of the ex Marine, her voice gave no signs of anxiety, only relief, at seeing him. Her appearance though, completely contradicted her voice. Her blonde tresses were tangled, and matted with blood; her face covered in cuts and abrasions. Her clothes were ripped sporadically, as if they had caught repeatedly on something, and the entirety of her was covered in sweat and dirt. The small children in her arms were covered in dirt as well, screaming at the top of their lungs, their faces bright red in exertion and fear.

Ziva, who had been in the lead, had only moments ago realized he had stopped. She had mimicked his earlier actions, shifting into reverse. Just as she came up next to them, Gibbs was taking the twins from Angela. Buried deep under the overwhelming feelings of relief, she felt a pang of anguish at seeing the babies in his arms. Knowing that she could never have that, especially after establishing to herself that she wanted it, killed her. Soon though, any feelings of self-pity were pushed to the back of her mind as it hit her that Jenny was not with them. She waited in anticipation as Gibbs posed the question she had been ready to ask.

"Angela, where's Jenny?" he demanded softly.

She shook her head, shoving a hand through her tangled locks, wincing as she brushed the spot where she had been hit, "I don't know. He just came out of nowhere. As soon as I stepped in the house."

He nodded, his jaw clenching in an attempt to keep the feelings of anxiety washing over him, at bay. When he spoke again, his voice was controlled, yet commanding, "Dinozzo take my car. Get them back to NCIS. Have Ducky take a look at 'em. Or get them to a hospital, whatever's faster." Stepping into Ziva's car, he spoke again, this time directing the statement at the Israeli, "Ziva, with me."

As Jenny made her way to the front of the building, she spotted a seemingly abandoned car parked haphazardly in the grass. After determining that no one was watching her, she made a dash for the vehicle, searching for a pair of keys. Fortunately for her, she felt a pair on the floor by her foot. She reached down, sticking them in the ignition. Turning the key in the ignition, she groaned as the car sputtered. "Come on," she muttered, "Come on! Come on!" Her eyes darted up every so often, sure the brother had heard her by now. She exclaimed in triumph when the car roared to a start, and she pressed hard on the gas pedal. She looked up into the rearview mirror to see a man pulling out behind her in a truck. She pressed harder on the gas, her gaze wary. Her first clear thought was to call Gibbs, but she then remembered that she without her cell phone. She prayed that by some miracle, someone had left a phone in the car. Searching frantically with her hands, she tried, and failed to keep her eyes on the road. She sighed in exasperation at finding no means of communication anywhere, not that she had really been expecting to.

Through the dirt covering her windshield, alongside the the distraction of searching for a phone, she had no idea where she was going. She was driving blind. She screamed as the car jerked suddenly, and she went flying into the roadside lake.

Jenny's car sunk to the bottom of the lake, and she tried to regulate her breathing, despite the water already leaking in through all of the crevices and cracks in the car. She held her breath, trying to push the door open, only to find it stuck. She started to panic at the rate of the water filling up the car. She banged on the window, and pushed on the door again to no avail.

The water had already filled the car to her waist, and she yanked on her seatbelt, only to find it jammed as well.

Her eyes widened in fear as she realized that she was going to die. There was no way Gibbs would find her in time. Even if Abby had managed to track her chip, he was probably still miles away. She took in a full breath of air, holding her breath as long as she could, as the water reached her chin, soon covering her eyes, meeting the roof of the car.

Soon her vision started to go hazy, and she felt herself losing the fight to stay awake. Her only comforting thought as her eyes closed, was that her children were safe. She only hoped their father would not let them forget her.

A/N: They talk about mom's lifting cars and stuff. Weeell...Jenny snaps necks :D And EEEP! What's going to happen to Jenny? Hehe review please!

So I'm easing into some McAbby obviously, and Tony and Ziva, they're going to figure it out in the next chappie!

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