There had been no new evidence on Dawn's kidnapping. The only thing they had was Dawn's black hair ribbon that had been found on the restroom floor. Gibbs had even made sure that Tony and Kate had searched the place twice. Whoever had taken Dawn was good. Abby hated to admit it, but they hadn't left one trace of evidence. No fingerprints, DNA, hair, fibers... nothing. All they knew was that the kidnapper had used chloroform, nothing more.
Abby brought up the case file on her computer. It was basically empty. It had been three days and every minute, the chance of finding Dawn drifted further and further away. Abby needed Dawn in her arms. She missed brushing her daughter's hair in the morning. She missed helping her pick out what to wear. But most of all, she missed the long conversations they'd have about music, movies, school, friends, life... everything. Dawn was her everything.
Dawn had been dozing in and out of conciousness for the past few hours now. Her watch now read 7:13. Once again, day or night, she couldn't be sure. She winced slightly as her stomach grumbled. Food... such a wonderful word. She was so hungry and thirsy too. Since she'd gotten to the dark place, no on had come to check on her or feed her. Although, she did remember being woken up a few times to be taked to the restroom. If she hadn't been in such a daze, then she most likely would've tried to escape. It was like the entire place had been filled with sleeping gas because she always felt tired and groggy.
As if listening in on her thoughts, the root of her dispair walked into the dark room, carrying a try of food. The light from the open doorway showed the face of the red-headed woman. Niether had said a word to each other since their confrontation in the resteraunt bathroom. Dawn knew there were accomplices because this was also the first night since she'd been captured that she'd seen this evil woman. Even though she was beautiful, Dawn loathed her.
"Dawn, Dawn, Dawn. My, how much you look like dear Abby. Except... for your eyes. Icy, blue and cold, just like your father's. How is Jethro anyway? Doing well?" the red head questioned.
Dawn just sat there for a moment, giving her the silent treatment. She willed herself not to say a word, but her mouth got the better of her. She'd never really been the silent type. "Dad's fine. He's forgotten all about you. Heard him tell mom that he has never been happier. Which one were you again... the second?"
"Third. Best one he ever had. I can see you got his smart ass mouth too. Hasn't he taught you to respect your elders?"
"Listen here lady, you might be my elder, but I have to intention of respecting you. Besides, mom..." Dawn was cut off.
"Your mother, Abigail, is partly the reason why Jethro and I separated."
"Good!" Dawn spat out.
She was surprised as the woman's hand went across her cheek. Dawn felt like fire wask licking at her face. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. You must never show weakness to the enemy.
"I thought you had been hungry, so I had brought you some food. To bad, after that little display... you don't deserve it," the woman turned to exit the room.
"Go to hell!" Dawn screamed, to her own amazement. Never in her life had she cussed and never in her life had she felt so angry or defenseless. Getting out of here was going to be a task, but she had faith in herself and her family.