AN: I have done a little brain storming and finally came up with something for Abby. Nooo, I'm not telling you! It's a surprise for later, trust me. You'll love with what I have for her. It completely fits her personality.
BY the way, if it seemed like earlier my update was later than usual...it was because my laptop was having some major problems. But now that I'm home, everything can go back to normal. Well sort of anyway.
Abby POV
The phone rang. And rang. I was forced to accept the fact that Ducky broke rule three...Never be unreachable.
"Great," I muttered, hanging up before the voicemail could start recording. "Now what?"
Kate POV
"What do you need me to do?" I asked. This place was so dark that I couldn't make out anything. I could barely see Daniel just a few feet away from me, and that was only because of the flashlight in his hand.
"I need you to see if you can find out when the leader of the NWO is coming here to Maryland. But in order to do that, first we need to make a quick stop in the computer room where we keep an eye on you guys."
"Like spying?" I asked, feeling a lot less willing to do as he told me now.
"Now, try to see what Eli's next move is. I want to know if he is actually in charge of this NWO thing going on here." I tried to concentrate, but couldn't. Something seemed to be blocking me.
"Try again," Daniel urged me. I tried once more to seek what he wanted, but again nothing happened.
"It's useless," I sighed. "I can't exactly control this yet. Just...give it some time,okay? I need to get back to NCIS. Gibbs will be worried about me." I went back to my car and was last to leave the abandoned crime scene.
NCIS- Autopsy
Abby POV
I stepped into autopsy and saw the messy remains of Victor Allen Joyce, but no Ducky. I decided now was not the best time to bother him and just left before he even came in. There was work to do, and I couldn't afford to just leave my twins-and my forensics, unattended for some simple little problem that probably even wasn't a problem at all. I cheerfully went down to my lab and saw all the evidence had been set up for me to go through.
"Thought you could use a little...assistance," McGee murmured. His warm breath tickled my neck. I felt blush creeping up on my cheeks, and I whirled around to kiss him. He pulled back from me just several seconds later, breathing hard, but looking undoubtedly happy.
"Took the kids home to be watched by Kate...Gibbs gave the okay for everything." I nodded, not really paying attention to the words-just his voice.
"Tell her those pictures need to be brought to life. You did say she was good with designing clothes, right?" He took his hands in mine.
"Yes, I did. Let's get started, shall we?" I smiled and let my husband-to-be lead me over to the table.
Ziva POV
"I need you to run a Bolo on the people Victor spoke with in the last few weeks of his life," Gibbs ordered. I looked up at him, then set to work at once. First, I needed to find out where Victor lived. Typing away, I scarecly noticed Tony start to leave until I heard the familiar ding of an elevator.
"Going somewhere?" Tony paused and turned to look at me. I smiled. Nothing every gets by me...
"Kate wanted my help with something. Thought it'd be best if I do as she says and come back before Gibbs-" He spun around, as if expecting Gibbs would show up in that very second.
"Gibbs is down in autopsy at the moment," I told him. "Hurry along before he actually does show and gives you something to do." I continued working as if nothing had happened, even when the elevator closed with Tony inside it. There was work to do, after all, and I couldn't afford to lose my focus.
Abby POV
"...and of course this still has to be analyzed, too, can't forget that," I continued, going around the lab with more frenzied energy than usual. Must have been the last four Caf-Pows in my system, because this was not normal for me. Not that I'd admit it out loud, I'd wait for someone else to say it and pretend I never knew all along...sometimes it's better that way for me.
"Abs," McGee said. I ignored him.
"Did you find any bone, muscle or hair of any kind? Because all that's left of Victor is just his intestines and major organs, and I doubt the rest of him disappeared." I went to the computer and checked to see if there were any finger print matches.
"Abs!" McGee said again, a little louder this time.
"Oh, Major Mass Spec will have to identify what this is too, because I really don't have the slightest clue-"
"Abby!" McGee yelled.
"What!" I shouted, snapping our of my intense focus on the case. I noticed how close he was to me, and stepped back a little.
"Calm down, it's not like Gibbs said we had to get this done overnight or anything like that." I rolled my eyes and went throught the evidence. I found slivers of bone and fragments of muscle.
"Here we are," I murmured. "Looks like I have found our murder weapon. Strange, it all got absorbed in the muscle."
"Ducky was coming by to send a larger sample after Gibbs heard the report," McGee said. "Abby, you have been acting pretty strange today. Is something wrong?"
"Wrong? Why would anything be wrong?" I set down the stuff I was holding, work temporarily forgotten.
"You aren't playing music today," he pointed out.
"The CD player is broken," I reminded him. "You said you were going to fix it the day I got back."
"Look, I know you better than anyone and I am pretty sure there's something going on you aren't telling me about." And, of course, now of all times, it had to happen again, much more intensely. I could feel energy draining out of me like someone had pulled the plug. And I could not account for the last few moments of my life, could not concentrate on the conversation like I should be. For new, unfamiliar sensations swirled through me that I knew I should not be feeling. Concern...who was feeling concened? I was so confused.
"There is nothing to say, because I don't know what's happening to me!" I told him, trying to act as if nothing had just happened. But McGee was giving me a funny look, and I could feel confusion that felt seperate and different from my own. The multiple sensations proved to be too much, and I felt my knees buckle, the room spin, and I wondered why everything started to tilt sideways...and the next thing I knew, I was half conscious, being carried toward autopsy in McGee's arms.
"...the chemicals were fast acting, so they did not have much time to be disgested," Ducky's voice sounded far away. I couldn't hold on any longer to that edge which kept me awake and alert. So I let go, and fell into sweet velvety blackness.
