She prayed out loud that somehow, someway he'd find her, otherwise she was honestly afraid of what would happen. She got about a mile ahead when she heard it. The sound was unmistakable, in fact, it had been haunting her dreams for the past few days. Bracing herself, she took yet another step.

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'Gotta move.' Abby tried to hurry, knowing what was behind her. From the moment the first twig broke, she knew he had followed her.

"Oh, Abby! If you stop now and let me find you, I'll be so much nicer. Don't make things more difficult on yourself."

'Shit, shit, shit!' She was truly afraid to move, afraid of any sound that would lead him to where she now laid hiding. The loss of blood in relation to the lack of food/water over the past 48 hours was starting to catch up to her. She first noticed the tiny black dots that speckled her vision about ten minutes prior to hearing him. Now, she was definitely fading in and out of consciousness.

"Abigail, you've got to be tired. Come out here and I promise I won't hurt you. Let's just go back to the cabin and I'll fix you something nice and warm to eat."

'That probably worked on your other victims, asshole, but not me,' she thought. Taking into account her injuries, plus her starvation, Abby knew she was in danger. Not only was she sure that out-running her opponent not a viable option, she was starting to worry about her basic health.

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"Please, Gibbs! Don't stop, please!"

He carefully unwrapped his "present" as the last layer between them was unveiled. Bending down, he captured one of her now straining nipples in his mouth.

"Oh shit!"

'That's right, Abs, let it go."

He smirked as her back arched to meet his mouth, pushing the very thing he desired, more firmly to his lips. He heard her moan as his hand came into play on her inner thigh.

"Higher, Gibbs, please, higher. Don't tease me."

She was beautiful, straining at almost every angle just to meet his touch. Her skin was beginning to glisten with beads of sweat. Her eyes were shut tightly, as her hands grasped the comforter underneath. He couldn't deny her this; he never could deny her anything.

"Tell me you want me, Abby."

"Yes, Gibbs, I want you. Always you. Only you."

"That's my girl."

His hand slid up to the juncture of her body, swirling around her clit. He gave just enough pressure to bring her to the edge, then he backed off again. Switching breasts, he made sure to leave a trail of kisses along her breastbone, marking her. He nearly had his fill of torment when she let out the most-

"I'm going to find you, Abby. When I do, it won't be pretty. So come out, come out, wherever you are. NOW!"

Damnit, she was having the most erotic dream, only to be pulled back to reality. Hearing his voice, she estimated he had taken a wrong turn and ended up walking away from her instead of towards her. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself up and ran.

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"Boss, we're closing in. GPS says we should see it in less than two minutes. Tony! Look, a cabin!"

"Pull over, DiNozzo."

"Pulling over, boss."

They all climbed out of the car, bracing themselves for the inevitable. Each reaching for their weapons, they descended upon the cabin. Ziva and McGee ran around the back, while Gibbs and DiNozzo took the front. Two minutes later Gibbs heard the call.

"All, clear."

Not seeing anything either, he and Tony silently exchanged theories. When the others arrived, it appeared as if they had come to the same conclusion.

"This is not where he held her."

"Thank you for the obvious, Ziva. McGee, what happened?"

"I don't know, Tony. The coordinates said this was the place. I don't understand."

"McGee, DiNozzo, search the perimeter, Ziva, look for anything out of the ordinary in here. She's got to be here someplace. GO!"

Ziva took her time searching; however, nothing seemed out of place. In fact, it appeared as if no one had lived here in a long time. McGee and Tony soon met up with her to help out.

"Maybe it's like Young Frankenstein."

"Tony, now is not the time for one of your ridiculous movie references."

"Hey! Mel Brooks' movies are never ridiculous. Ok, maybe. But what I meant is that maybe there's a secret door. Move everything on the walls around you. One of these has got to—"

Just as he finished, McGee twisted a portrait on one of the walls, opening a hidden doorway.

"Boss!"

With their weapons once again drawn, they entered.

"Well this is creepy."

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She hadn't heard anything from him recently, which she took as a good sign. With her adrenaline running low, she was grateful for those scouting tips McGee had taught her a few years back. Following what she prayed to be the way to a road, she couldn't stop the tears that were suddenly flowing down her cheeks.

She hated to waste tears, especially on a situation like this. She knew he didn't deserve them, yet she knew it was completely normal to be feeling emotional given the situation. Suddenly, she saw it…her salvation in the form of a clearing that lead to a paved road. A few seconds later, her feet hit the blessed concrete.

'I only have to wait now. I'm sure someone will be coming soon.'

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All four of the agents took in exactly what Abby had woken up to that first day. Frilly lace, antiquities, dolls, and paisley patterns mocked them all as they just stood there staring. Moments later, Ziva spoke.

"Yes, McGee…creepy is a good word for whatever this is."

Tony began taking pictures as McGee ran to the laptop and Ziva began processing the scene. They all tried to keep as objective as they could, although they knew it wasn't possible. Gibbs, however, was glued to the same spot he was in when they entered the room. All he could see was the chair that Abby had obviously been tied to.

There have been many times in his life that he felt anger, but this was starting to top it all. He was seeing first-hand the physical location that caused pain for the woman he loves, and it was killing him. He felt his hands clinch, his muscles tighten, and his jaw lock. Heat began radiating from his feet all the way to his head, making his anger feel as if it was literally boiling him.

"Uh, boss?"

"WHAT, DiNozzo?"

"We're done processing. There's no sign of…she's not here, Gibbs."

"I can see that, DiNozzo. Where the hell is she?"

"From the look of things, it seems as if she ran, Gibbs. Her chair is broken, the binding that was most likely on her hands and lying by the door. Abby is a survivor, we all know this."

"Can you track her, Ziva?"

"I can try."

"Don't try, David."

"Of course."

With that, Ziva ran out the back door into the woods in attempts to follow Abby's trail. The men, meanwhile packed up the evidence and headed to the car. They knew Ziva would call for them to pick her up when/if the trail runs cold.