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Chapter 2
Abby slowly regained consciousness, the first thing that returned to her was a feeling of pain, immense pain, everything hurt including her hair. Next came a feeling of being cold and wet, this caused her to struggle to open her eyes, memory flooding back in. The man, the gun and the struggle that had followed.
She opened her eyes and saw with relief that she lay in the bushes at he side of her apartment building and the reason she was wet was that it had started to rain. She lay still for a moment trying to breath, each breath hurt, bringing fire to her chest, she moved her head slightly closing her eyes tightly at the pain the movement bought and waited for the dizziness to pass before she opened her eyes again, she quickly scanned the area but could see no sign of the creep who had jumped her.
She tried to sit up but the pain was too intense and she fell back to the ground panting with the effort, the panting causing yet more pain in her chest. She lay still for a few minutes, or an hour, she just didn't know before she dared try to move again.
Slowly her hand reached into her pocket and she pulled out her phone.
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Gibbs came instantly awake at the sound of his cell phone, without conscious thought or effort he reached over the bed to the night stand and picked the shrill instrument up
"Gibbs" he answered his eyes flicking to the clock on his bedside table 3.30am "this had better be good" he growled, realising the time
"Gibbs?" he heard, having to strain to make out the word in the raspy whisper
"Abby?" he queried, sure it was her but unable to tell for sure
"Gibbs... hurt" came the whisper and then the sound of laboured breathing as if just those two words had taken all of her breath
"Where are you Abby?" he demanded jumping from his bed, and pulling on his jeans with one hand
"Home" came the agonised voice, which sent a shiver of terror through him; this was not his strong sassy Abby.
"Are you in danger? Do you need the police?" he asked as he finished dressing and headed down the stairs, pausing at his land line in the kitchen, ready to phone them if she was still in danger
"NO!" came her forceful reply that caused more laboured breathing and some repressed coughing.
"Ok Honey, Ok" Gibbs tried to sooth her, terrified at her reaction, terrified at what might have happened to his lab rat.
"I'm on my way, but I need you to stay on the phone with me ok?" he said softly using the tone of voice he did when talking to kids, he heard a slight rustle and jingle of metal and smiled gently
"I can't hear a nod Abby" he rebuked her gently
"You just did" she retorted, a hint of his Abby returning in her reply
"So I did" he said, he was already in his car and heading towards her apartment building
"Hurry... cold" she whispered to him, her voice sounding very tired and far away
"I am honey" he told her, "I'll be there in just a minute" he told her softly, wishing he had called the police, or the paramedics or Ducky, but his overriding instinct had been to get to her quickly.
"Is your door open?" he asked as he neared her apartment, needing to know if he would be able to get in easily or not, and needing to keep her talking
"No, outside, bushes" she struggled to tell him, tears sounding in her voice "Hurt Gibbs" she moaned. Gibbs looked at the rain falling and cursed both himself and her
"Abby you should have told me that before" he rebuked gently; as he spun his car onto her road on two wheels and screeched to a halt behind her car, his eyes already scanning for her.
He jumped out of his vehicle without bothering to take the keys out or shut the door, his eyes immediately seeing her figure lying in a ball on the ground, her hand clutching her phone tightly in her hand. She was once more unconscious.
