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Chapter 13

Gibbs walked into the room a folder under his arm, George Flynn sat at the single table in the room, his arms crossed, leaning back in the chair, it resting on two legs; as Gibbs walked past the chair on the way to the only other one in the room, his foot shot out and hit the nearest leg still on the ground. Flynn fell backwards, his head hitting the concrete floor hard. Gibbs smiled, his eyes cold and vicious, he calmly carried on round and sat in the chair opposite

"You bastard, you did that deliberately" Flynn snarled, Gibbs raised an eyebrow

"Did what? Your chair slipped; didn't your mother teach you that a chair has four legs for a reason?" Gibbs said calmly, opening the folder out before him

Gibbs appeared very calm and collected, if cold and hard; but inside he was anything but, his mind still saw Abby crumbled on the floor next door, she had come to moments later, embarrased and cross at herself, and Ducky had assured him that it was only a reaction to the stress of the situation, a situation this bastard had caused; so all he wanted to do at the moment was to smashFlynn's head on the wall until his brains fell out, and that was the tamest idea he had had so far. To say that he wanted to kill him was an understatement.

"You're George Flynn?" Gibbs asked, going through procedure

"Yes, what the hell is this about?" Flynn demanded "I aint in the goddamn navy" he sneered

"This is about the rape and murder of two women, and the attempted murder of a third, the third works for me" he said leaning forward in the chair,

"So that makes you mine"Gibbs continued softly, all the more chilling for the ice calm with which he said it.

Flynn looked at Gibbs and swallowed "I want a lawyer" he said, his eyes darting away

"Yeah you would you piece of shit" Gibbs said calmly, his eyes glittering with rage

"And you can have one, because much as I want to take my gun" which he slowly pulled out and pointed at Flynn "and shot your worthless brains out, I want this done by the book, I want to make sure you rot in jail, and if by some miracle you ever get out, be assured I will be waiting, with this gun" He said quietly and coldly, slowly putting the gun away again "so if you ask for a lawyer, you get one" Gibbs said standing and leaving the room, satisfied to see Flynn watching him carefully, his face terrified.

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Gibbs walked into the morgue and crossed over to where Abby lay on an autopsy table, he looked down at her with a smile

"You fighting fears again?" he asked as she smiled up at him

"Nope I am practising to be dead" she said closing her eyes, then opening them again "This table is very cold, but I don't suppose its visitors normally mind" she said closing them again. Gibbs shook his head and crossed over to where Ducky sat, writing a report

"Is she ok?" Gibbs asked quietly, the overwhelming fear he had felt at Abby passing out still with him,Ducky looked at his friend and nodded,

"Young Abigail will be fine, she often reminds me of a puppy we once had, a funny little thing, that thought it could take on the world, sadly it learn't it couldn't and for awhile it hid away from everything, barking from beneath the dinning room table, but it soon bounced back and took on the world again" Ducky smiled as he looked at Abby, then he frowned "Ahh If I remember correctly though it sadly decided to take on a Staffordshire pit bull terrier and lost, poor thing died of its injuries." Ducky shook his head sadly, turning back to his report. Gibbs looked on amused, not sure if that little story was supposed to reassure him or not

"What? you think I'm a puppy?" Abby called sitting cross legged on the autopsy table, Ducky looked up and smiled

"Well you do have the same exuberance that puppies tend to display" Ducky told her smilingly, Abby cocked her head to one side, reminding Gibbs of the way a puppy looked when confused, before she nodded and jumped down.

Gibbs grinned, yeah ducky was right, Abby was like a puppy sometimes.

"Well I think I'd like to be a bitch but not a puppy" Abby told him seriously, then cocked her head again "But I suppose if I was a puppy I would become a bitch, because that's what girl puppy's become." She nodded once pleased with her thought process.

Gibbs smiled at her.

"So long as your house broken" he told her "I draw the line at cleaning up after you, unless you want me to hit you on the nose with a rolled up newspaper" he added grinning, pleased that Abby seemed more like her old self again.

"Ohhh boss man, didn't know you were into that, I have a cool stud collar and lead, we …" Abby said her eyes sparkling with mischief

"Abby" Gibbs said, warningly, oneeyebrow raised

"…could always…" she continued

"ABBY" Gibbs called, halting her words "Get your stuff, were leaving" he told her gruffly not wanting to hear about studded collars and leads and what Abby could do with them. "We need to swing by your place and get you some stuff" Gibbs continued heading to the door, and taking Abby by the arm as he passed her

"See you later Duck" Gibbs called, walking/marching Abby along with him, not noticing how silent Abby had become, or that she hadn't even said goodbye to Ducky.

Ducky watched the two of them leave, and shook his head sadly, yes Abby was just like that puppy, and although she was putting on a brave face, she was still terrified and not at all ready to take on the world.

Ducky sighed and slowly began to gather his own things; he just hoped that Gibbs would see just how delicate young Abigail was, because he feared that Gibbs had the power over her to be the pit bull that finished her off.