Does anyone know the name of Gibbs' third wife? If nobody knows it then I will just have to pick one.
Disclaimer: I do not Without A Trace either. Although it is an excellent show. Who does own Without a Trace?
Kate lay in Tony's arms watching Without a Trace. It was her favorite TV show. They always had such good plots, but she noticed that ever since she became a special agent, she critiqued the show. Nothing major, just the little things that bothered her. Like how they had co-worker relationships and yet it settled so smoothly around the job. Gibbs was still clueless about her and Tony, of course she would be too if she had a missing child out there somewhere.
Returning her attention to the show, Kate saw Dawn's face. "If you've seen this real missing person..." the voice trailed on.
"Gibbs must know how to pull some strings huh?" Tony mumbled from behind Kate. Funny, he'd been asleep just a second ago.
"You know that he's got connections. Not a bad idea either. The show gets pretty good ratings so plenty of people will see Dawn's face, again." The story of Dawn's kidnapping had been plastered all over the news for the past three days, ever since that fateful night at the resteraunt. "You think we'll find her?" Kate questioned, her voice shaky.
"Of course we will," Tony comforted. Although, in his mind, he was doubtful.
For the past three days, Gibbs had barely seen his home or his wife. He was so worried and freaked out about Dawn that nothing else mattered. Sure, Abby was important, but right now, the only thing that mattered was finding his daughter and getting her home safely. The sooner the better.
He was so afraid to leave work. What if the kidnapper called? What if Dawn wanted to talk to him? What if... ? What if...? The darkness of his office settled around him as the silence became deafening.
Abby had offered to stay with hiim, but he told her no. It would have been pointless. Him staying there was basically pointless too, but Gibbs wouldn't have admitted that, not in a million years. With no evidence to examine, things were pretty slow. Gibbs hadn't offered his team up for any new cases. he focused on one thing and one thing only, the return of his baby. If he had to tear this entire district apart, he would find Dawn. If he had to search the entire country... he would.
Unlocking the door to their house, he heard it click. Not wanting to wake Abby, he tried to be extremely quiet as he slipped off his shoes and jacket.
"You said that you would be home by eleven," Abby said from the couch, startling him. "It's almost one thirty."
"Sorry Abbs.I got tied up with..."
"Don't even get my hopes up again by saying you may have found something Gibbs," Abby interrupted. Every once in awhile she would call him Jethro, but old habits died hard. "I just want her home," Abby sobbed, placing her head in her hands.
Walking over to Abby, Gibbs sat beside her on the couch and pulled her into his arms. He ran his fingers through her hair as he whispered in her ear. "I'll bring her home Abbs. I promise."
"Pinky promise?" Abby held out her pinky as her tears soaked into his shirt.
"Pinky promise." He wrapped his finger around hers. He continued to hold her in his arms and comfort her by rubbing her back. "I love you Abbs," Gibbs told her as he kissed her gently. Then it began to grow more passionate as he picked her up in his arms and carried her off to their room. Whether it was for his own relief or hers, he didn't know. All he knew was that he needed to take her mind off of Dawn. Plus, she needed to know how much he loved her.
Dawn lay sprawled on the floor, her head throbbing and her face bruised. What if daddy doesn't find me? What if those people hit me again? What if I never get to see my family again? What if...? What if...?