I am finally back from hell. No computer or Tivo... I was dying. At least it gave me the chance towrite a few chapters of Dawn. I promise that The Blame will be updated soon.
Maybe people were right. After you lost one of your senses, the others became stronger. Technically, Dawn hadn't lost her sense of sight, but barely having a visual of anything had improved her hearing. Every once in awhile, when she heard a noise, she'd jerk her head to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of her captor... again.
How long she had been locked up in this room, she didn't know. Her glow in the dark watch said it was about 2:30, but day or night? What day?
Thankfully, while she had been sleeping, her lovely hostess had taken off the blindfold, but her hands and feet were still tied. At least the numbers on her watch were in her perepheral vision.
With her stomach grumbling, Dawn racked her brain, trying to place the face of the red-headed woman. Where in the world had she seen her before?
Images of the woman kept popping into her mind, but they were soon replaced with memories of her mom and dad.
Dad! Then she knew where she'd seen this woman before.
Sweat poured down Abby's forehead as she watched her husband sleep for what seemed like the first time in days. Dawn had been missing for almost three days and ever since then,Abby's hormones seemed to be out of control. One minute she was sweltering hot and the next, she was freezing. Figuring it had to do with Dawn's disappearace, Abby dismissed it, deciding that it would be easier to just forget it.
"Who took my little girl?" Abby whispered into the darkness. Kate had helped her think of everyone who might have a grudge against her... or Gibbs; which of course, didn't narrow it down much.
They figured it must be a woman becuase she was in the ladies room. Although there was a possibility that it was some perverted guy. No! Don't think that Abbs! Someone can't rape my baby.
Kate tossed and turned in her bed, Tony by her side. It had been almost three days and all she could do was think about Dawn. Poor Abbs... poor Gibbs. Dawn was his pride and joy. She remembered the day that Dawn was born. Gibbs had stopped everyone in the hallway, pointed in the nursery and said, "That's my baby girl!" He had always been a bragger.