Three times in a week. Am I on a roll or what? Do I get reviews? Please! Oh please! Oh please!
She sat on the floor, cradling her legs to her chest. The coldness of the room was almost unbearable. She felt shivers run up her spine and back down again as a gust of air flew in from the open window.
It was so hard to get comfortable when you were shackled to the floor. Her wrists felt numb and her ankle sore. Glancing down at her foot, she saw the blood that had dried and it reminded her of how long she had been imprisoned here and how long she had been trying to break free.
Audrey had taken her new baby doll shoes for God knows what reason. On the floor were tally marks of how long she had been encaged in this hell hole. Almost a week and she didn't think that her dad would find her anytime soon. No clues had been left behind, at least none that could lead them to this place.
Tears streamed down her face as she thought of all the happy memories she had shared with the team, her family, within her eight years of life. They had given her everything she could have ever dreamed of, the only thing she wanted that she didn't have was a baby brother or sister. Unfortunately, at the moment, it seemed like she would never have one. If her mom and dad did decide to 'reproduce' again, there was the lingering possibility that she wouldn't be alive to meet him or her.
Not knowing what else to do, Dawn began to pray. Never before had it been a big thing with her, but since being kidnapped, God seemed to be her only friend. He was the only one that was there to hear her and pay attention and yet, she loathed him because he let this happen to her. He let her get captured by some pyscho ex-wife of her father's.
"God, please save me from this place. Bring my mommy and daddy to me. I miss them so much," Dawn whispered, her voice quivering with every breath, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks. "What did I do to deserve this? How can you be so cruel to me? I have never done anything terribly wrong. There are so many other people out there who have spent their whole lives being bad and yet, somehow... I am the one here. Please God, just get me out of here. I will pray every night. Every day of my life until the day I die. Please... please... PLEASE!"
With her gun in hand and her best friend at her side, Kate slowly pushed open the door to the building. Stepping inside, she felt a chill run through her body, leaving her cold. Beside her, she heard Abby's frantic nervous breathing. Please God, help Abby make it out of here alive.
They kept walking down the hallway, checking around corners before continuing on their path towards where they hoped to find Dawn. Everywhere you looked you saw darkness so Kate pulled out her flashlight, which lit up the space just enough so she could see where she was going.
"Kate," Abby called from somewhere behind her. Kate turned around to see the scared face of her friend. She noticed that Abby was pointing at something on the floor. Looking down, she saw what it was... Dawn's baby doll shoes. They were in the right place! And even better, beside the pair of shoes, was a door, a door that hopefully led to Dawn.
Taking a few steps closer, Kate reached for the door knob and opened it.
Gibbs came to a screeching halt in front of the old Mother's Crafts store. He was relieved to see another of their cars sitting a little to his left. It meant that Kate and Abby were definitely here. From first glance, the building looked abandoned and like it was about to cave in, but if you looked carefully enough, you could see a few things that had been mended. For instance, there was a new door handle on the door and one of the front windows had been replaced. Signs that someone was staying here and probably trying to keep others out.
"DiNozzo, McGee, let's go," Gibbs commanded, but was surprised to see that the two of them were already ahead of him, walking towards the door.
Okay, I know that this chapter wasn't all the great, but I am nearing the end and I have to make this story go where I want it to go. (Wow, that made so much more sense in my head.) Anyways, to do what I am trying to do, parts of this story are going to haveta... well suck.