**Writing this chapter in the Emergency Room of the local hospital…am I dedicated or what??!!?? LOL Coming down to the wire now…I think that the perps can SMELL Gibbs coming…can you sense their fear??

Personally, they are a couple of sick m-fers and I will be GLAD to see the last of them...*shudders*

Chapter 26

Two hours before final showdown

Gibbs

Tony left the conference room, gently closing the door behind him. Gibbs continued to sit at the head of the table, head in hand, staring morosely at the board that held the pictures of the Mann twins' previous victims…including a photo of Abby. It was one he'd taken last summer, when she'd come with him on the maiden voyage of the Kelly. She was adorable in blue and white, her jet black hair blowing in the wind, eyes sparkling and her smile…god, her smile… He took a deep, hitching breath…trying desperately to steady himself.

A delicate hand touched his arm unexpectedly, causing him to flinch violently before he realized it was Ziva. He turned a tormented countenance toward her and she softly said,

"Jethro, you never let Tony give up on me…don't give up on yourself. Only you can find Abby. You seem to know how these people work…you get into their heads. She needs you…both her, and your daughter…"

His head whipped back around in shock. "What the hell did you just say??"

She smiled one of her enigmatic smiles. "You heard me…now, quit feeling sorry for yourself and go get your girls…"

One hour before final showdown…

The Team

Everyone was present and accounted for at the 63rd and 4th Street entrance of the Danforth-Washington line subway station. They collected all that they needed and silently…stoically entered the mouth of hell. The tunnel system boasted damp walls, Danger! Do Not Enter signs, and a sickeningly musty smell. Going in first, the S.W.A.T. team kept a sharp eye out for the twins, there seemed to be no end of dark corners and cubby holes to hide in.

Soon, they came upon the most interesting area in the tunnel system…a transit playground just to the north of the 3rd Street station. Between the two tube tunnels lay a dank, dark and wide area filled with abandoned electronic equipment and other such delights, but the most significant discovery had to have been the stairway…leading up almost two full stories…up, and up..through a hole in the center of the ceiling. At the top of these stairs lay a bizarre, surreal "attic" which contained many small dark rooms…and one of these rooms was lit with a flickering light.

30 minutes until final showdown…

I prepared the sacrificial lamb for the ritual. The prostitute we had picked up still slumbered with the drugs we pumped into her veins…I thought it best she remained asleep for the time being. Softly I brushed her pretty auburn curls, when I was young, I often wished my mother would've engaged in this activity with me. Roy had no such illusions. He knew she preferred to touch only men, not little girls…But I loved her so…

I pulled out the cosmetic case and went to work, cleaning off the tear-streaked mascara and caked on foundation that was several days old by now. Tsking, I took a knife and gently cut into her see-thru shirt…easing the blade passed her aging breasts and down…past her naval. I was breathing harshly by this time, though whether from exertion, or arousal…I did not know…

Painting her face was one of the most erotic things I have ever done. She transformed, in the soft light, from an overblown street harlot…to an exotic butterfly…I felt instantly entranced. Softly, slowly, I caressed her face with my hand…running gentle fingers down her throat, and over her sensitive nipples until they puckered in response. Giving a small squeeze, I plumped one generous mound in my hand, earning a slight moan from the slumbering princess.

Grinning with my success, I grew emboldened and slid my fingers downward to dip enticingly into her naval. That earned a subtle shift in her lower region. Closing my eyes, I ventured further and delved into her soft, womanly petals…spreading them, caressing while small whimpers of need broke through her lips. Finding her sheath warm, wet and achingly soft…I entered with my fingers…oh, god…heat, glorious heat spread through me and I moaned aloud with the sensations coursing through my own body.

I began a rhythmic pumping in…out…in…out while curling my fingers up to hit the sweet spot which all women share. Then I leaned in over her and lapped my tongue over her clit, once…twice…three times…before blowing on it. Once I blew cool air…and pumped into her again…she came with a cry of delight! On the heels of her climax…came my own. I had never had one so powerful in all my life…

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Short, I know...but I must rest. They surmise I had a mini-stroke due to severe migraines. Never fear! Whether storm or hail or dark of night...I shall be here to rescue Abby!!!