I do not own NCIS, "Nights in White Satin" by Moody Blues or "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel, or the movie "Say Anything", but I wish I owned McGee so he could sing to me too…sigh
This Chapter Title is based on a song called "Refuse" By Android Lust, I prefer the acoustic version but both are good. I don't own that either.
Thank you for reading this far. Please note that if you read chapter 20 earlier than today, whatever the date is, it has been changed slightly. Thank you! Thank You! Thank You! For all of the reviews and for the support, and most definitely for the song titles. Please enjoy.
Warning: Extreme Abby whumping ahead, but also extreme stick-it-to-the-man (woman)-itis! I feel they balance each other out but you have been warned. Please keep your hands and feet inside the plot line!
Warning: Mention of Rape. You have been warned!
Warning: The following chapter contains the F word, you know which one I'm talking about, and no it is not Freedom, or Fudge, but the real F word. I don't know if I should change the rating but you all have been warned!
Chapter Twenty-One
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo sat in his desk chair. He loved Abby but he wasn't ready to help McGoober sing to her. He knew he was being childish but he had his reasons. He did not want to be hit again. He watched as Gibbs joined McGee, then Ziva and Ducky and Palmer and then the whole office, or at least they tried. Tony still sat stone-faced with his best Gibbs impression. He could see that their singing wasn't totally helping. Abby still had the scalpel at her throat and the song had repeated four times. Thankfully, McGee had changed his song selection. Tony kept his eyes on the computer screen. He'd gotten a ping, a lead, and that was how he was going to save Abby.
McGee stopped singing during one of the choruses. He knew they needed everyone, the more, the better, and that included Tony, as much as he hated to admit his mistake he did, for Abby's sake. "Tony please," He pleaded; it was the third time during their little singing session that he'd tried. There wasn't much to say, he'd already said it all. "Don't do this for me." McGee began, "Do it for Abby's sake." He'd heard that before, "Please Tony, help me get Abby back and you can wail on me all you want. Just don't let her die."
Tony didn't want Abby to die; he had never wanted her to die. He was just overwhelmed by all of the events in the last few days. The rants of Abby's captor were starting to give him a headache but he did not answer McGee and McGee sulked away again. They still could not over power the dreaded song. The dreaded melancholy wails of the singer, and Reagan Mask's sad attempts to provoke Abby to death by her own hand.
Nights in White Satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Not meaning to send
Beauty I've always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore
McGee knew they were failing. Reagan mask and the saddest damn song on earth were winning. Stealing Abby away from him. Still he knew he had to try and try he would until he could try no more. But slowly his voice was faltering, quivering next to Gibbs and Ziva and Ducky and Palmer and the rest of the Bullpen.
Love, I don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
The voices boomed over the captor's rants and the dreaded song. Was that Tony? McGee smiled and he and Tony finished out the next chorus with a bang, an emphasis that even Reagan Mask could not top. Then came time for the powerful refrain.
All my instincts, they return
And the grand Façade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside.
McGee watched as a sudden change came over Abby. The determination and power etched itself into her face and the scalpel fell to the floor with a dull clang. She started to sing along with them.
In your eyes
The light, the heat
In your eyes,
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway of a thousand churches
In your eyesThe resolution of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat I see in your eyes
Reagan Mask was not very happy. She picked up the scalpel and rushed Abby. Everyone in the office hushed almost immediately, except for Tony. He started the song again, he knew it well enough; he'd seen the movie "Say Anything" with almost every girl he had dated, except for Ziva, perhaps sometime. McGee watched the happenings between Abby and Reagan Mask.
In your eyes
The light, the heat
In your eyes,
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway of a thousand churche-
Reagan Mask took the scalpel to Abby's chest and cut through McGee's MIT shirt and through her flesh, making a rushed Y incision. Where had they seen that? The two petty officers!
"You can't get away from me, Abby." Reagan Mask squealed, "You will die by my hands and there is nothing anyone, especially not Timothy McGee can do about it." The sound of tearing flesh was unbearable. Tony had stopped long ago; the bullpen was silent. If they didn't do something fast, Abby would bleed to death.
Even then, Abby didn't give up easily. It was as if a new vigor had breathed life into her, "You can do whatever the fuck you want with me," Abby growled back, "You can hurt me, you can kill me, but Timothy McGee will never ever be yours! He will never do what you want!" She was scarier than Gibbs! Strangely, McGee was quite turned on. "Ask all the fucking questions you want, but he will always win the game!" She didn't even blink; she was not intimidated anymore.
Reagan Mask didn't know how to respond so Abby started stating off facts. Answers to the same questions that McGee had been asked. "Timothy Sean McGee. First word: Something along the lines of 'Momma' or 'Dadda' or FUCK YOU!" She was making a point. "First thing on his Christmas list: A jet pack, or a pack of FUCK YOU!" She would not back down ever again. "First class ever failed: Fencing at FUCK YOU! First Sexual encounter: Gwen Mont-FUCK YOU! Biggest pet peeve: FUCK YOU!" her point was made; Abby was just as strong as ever and not to be messed with.
Reagan Mask was flustered, that much was obvious, "The questions are over!" She squealed, the malice clearly diminished. McGee knew he should have felt better but he knew she could bleed out at any second. Reagan Mask and Abby disappeared; McGee hoped it wasn't for the last time.
Everyone was silent. No one barely even breathed. Tony knew it was his time to act. "Uh Boss," He spoke, "I got results." Gibbs just stared at him and he continued. "Jackie Peterson-Meyer, 30, from Texas. Nursing student, was working in Florida at-"
Suddenly it all fit. "Tampa Florida State Mental Hospital!" Gibbs voiced, "Ziva call NCIS in Florida and tell them everything."
"How do you-" Ziva should have known better than to question Gibbs, but then she remembered the fan letters. There had been one from a J.P.M. It was the most extreme example! She dialed and got Florida NCIS in seconds.
"McGee" Gibbs voiced, "There's nothing more you can do. Go and see Jethro." He would never get used to calling that dog his own name, it was strange.
"Boss, I'd rather not" McGee explained, "Not until I know for sure that Abby is safe." Gibbs couldn't argue with that so he let him stay.
Even though Abby had not yet been saved, the air seemed to have lifted just slightly. McGee had a feeling everything would be alright, but he kept his fingers crossed anyway.
Xxx NCIS xxx
Special Agent Thomas Kentworth picked up his phone as he flossed, using his computer screen as a mirror. His boss was out getting espressos and his partner was in the bathroom. Their M.E. was sitting at the desk checking her email.
"Herro?" Kentworth mumbled, the floss and his fingers in his mouth. He knew it was probably one of his crazy ex-girlfriends calling again. He really wasn't interested in her; in fact, he didn't think he ever was. It was purely physical, but then so were most of his relationships.
"Hello" The voice on the other end was definitely a woman's, she sounded smoking', "This is Special Agent Ziva David from the D.C. office." She was an agent too? He was in seventh heaven! "Badge number-"
"What can I do for you sweet cheeks?" Kentworth oozed sex appeal, he liked her and he hadn't even seen her. She sounded foreign and that was his type.
To be perfectly honest, anything with boobs was his type.
"I need you to go to Tampa Florida State Mental Hospital," Ziva voiced, trying to keep her calm, Kentworth had that effect on people, he knew that and was used to flustered women.
"Well cutie, that's been closed down for three years now, but if you want I can come and see you." He considered himself quite a real Casanova.
Suddenly a new voice was on the other end. "Listen to Me, You oversexed horn dog!" It was a man, he was angry; Kentworth's charms would no longer work. "You get over to Tampa Florida State Mental Hospital now! It's a matter of life and death." Kentworth had heard they were a little over dramatic in DC, so he didn't think it was that important. "You find me Abigail Sciuto, alive, or I will have you fired so fast that the only question you'll be asking is 'Do you want fries with that?'!" Whoever he was, he was way beyond angry, he was pissed! There was a pause; Kentworth wasn't really sure how to react. It had to be a prank, right?
"Are you still on the phone?" Another male voice, older with the potential to get even angrier.
Kentworth didn't even hang up the phone, he just ran for the break room where he knew his partner and their liaison would be. "Beardsley! Steiner!" he yelled as he entered the room "We've finally got a lead!" Saying that things had been slow was an understatement. "We've got to get to TFS now!"
"The abandoned Mental Hospital, Tomy?" Special Agent Lisa Beardsley responded. "It closed down years ago. Or did you hit your head too hard on the headboard again?"
"I got a call from DC, smartass," Tomy responded, "Someone's being held there. An Abigail Sciuto."
"Abby Sciuto?" Hans squealed in a thick German accent, "Let us go! Now!" He had already grabbed his coat. Apparently, he knew her. Tomy only wished he knew her. She sounded hot.
Lisa rolled her eyes. She knew that look that Tomy got whenever a woman was mentioned. She punched him in the arm, hard, and followed Hans out. Tomy was left imagining was Abby Sciuto looked like. "Tomy!" Lisa Screeched, she was always screeching it seemed, "Hurry up!"
He chased after Lisa and Hans, Why fantasize when he'd get to see the real thing?
Xxx NCIS xxx
Forensics Specialist Abigail Sciuto could feel the life leaving her body. She'd never had a Y incision before and she realized why. Even with all of the drugs in her system, it still hurt like hell and McGee's favorite MIT shirt was ruined. It was definitely not what she had planned when she had put it on. How long ago was that?
She heard the male enter again, just as confident as ever. It didn't matter that she was bloodied and hurt, or even more bloodied and hurt than before. He stuck another needle in her arm. He was not flustered like the other captor. "Something to remember me by." Once the drugs were gone, he moved to his next task. It also didn't matter that she was bloodied, it never had before.
Abby closed her eyes tightly. That was how she planned to block it out only it didn't work. She couldn't pretend it was McGee that would ruin it forever, but then again she was going to die. He brought back memories of Shreveport and the summers with her uncle. She tried to pretend that it was consensual but she knew it wasn't. There was nothing she could do. But if she were free…
Xxx NCIS xxx
Special Agent Timothy McGee was pacing in the bullpen. All he could do was wait. He was no longer responsible for what happened. She was in Florida and he could do nothing from DC. He felt so useless.
Tony came back from the head, his nose finally looking somewhat normal. McGee knew he should apologize, so he began to try.
"Tony" McGee began, "I'm sor-"
Tony cut him off, "Rule six McGeek" That was all he could muster at the time, "And Abby's not safe yet" He sat at his desk without another word.
McGee continued to pace. The plasma stayed dark. His phone did not ring. He was going absolutely crazy!
Finally, voices came from the speakers. "NCIS, Federal Agents!" Had the feed stayed on the whole time? Suddenly the surroundings came up and a young looking agent's face was on the screen.
"I'm Special Agent Tomy Kentworth." Tony thought he didn't look too bad, for a man. Was that the one that Ziva had talked to on the phone? "No one's here but there's a lot of blood."
McGee rolled his eyes. He was just another DiNozzo, only this one seemed even dumber than DiNozzo, if that was even possible. McGee would have laughed but he was too caught up with Abby. Where the hell could she be?
So, I owe Seven Dollars to the swear jar, the metaphorical one of course. Thank you for continuing to read my little story that I've got going here. Will McGee find Abby? Will Abby live? Where did Abby go? Will Tony and Ziva ever watch "Say Anything" together? Stay tuned for the next installment! Please R&R!