Brace yourself for the fantastical second chapter... This one was created with help from my reviewers and on feedback I have decided to alternate chapters, i.e. Gibbs perspective, Abby's perspective etc. I do hope you'll love it as much as I do! And keep reviewing me what you want to see, and don't be shy, if you want sex scenes just ask! Hehe. Enjoy.
Abby stepped out of her house early Sunday morning with a bright and cheerful smile. She opened her black crocheted umbrella and held it over her head. She stopped at her doorstep before walking on, she tilted her umbrella and squinted her eyes at the bright sky, admiring the beautiful day before shading herself with her umbrella once more. "Nice day, too much sunlight though." She said cheerfully in her head, letting a small laugh escape her lips. She walked to her favourite corner shop for some loaves of bread and some milk and stopped at the park on the way home to read her newspaper. Umbrella rested on her shoulder she smiled slightly as she read the human interest stories of the day. Half an hour later she made the short walk home, her black lace scarf tossed and twirled in the breeze. She stopped at her letterbox and stared at the house, something was wrong. The curtains were out of place and the door was ajar. She hesitated. Should she go in or call Gibbs? She gripped her umbrella tightly and hoisted her paper bag of kitchen goods to the crook of her arm. No way was anyone getting into her house and getting away with it. She approached the front door cautiously, and shut her umbrella. She peered around the door and not surprisingly saw only darkness. She fancied herself as an NCIS agent checking a house for a suspect. Gingerly, she tapped the door open, brandishing her umbrella. The door creaked open and she cringed involuntarily, 'this was not a good idea.' she thought. She stepped through the half open door anyway, sucking in her stomach hoping she'd make it. She took a careful step forward, the spun around and checked behind the door, clear. She pointed her umbrella before her, her only weapon. She entered the lounge on the right.
She took a second step, lowering her umbrella. The room was empty, she sighed and dropped down onto her sofa. She must have left the door open by accident, the wind must have blown it open. She threw the umbrella towards the coat rack, it landed smoothly on a hook, she smiled at her accuracy and closed her eyes, leaning back into the sofa. BANG! Abby shot bolt upright in and was on her feet in a flash. Heavy footsteps could be heard coming towards the open door. Abby desperately looked for a place to hide or a way to escape, but the only exit was the door, she'd put Gothic style black bars on the windows during a decorating phase last year. And the door of course was not an option. She mentally slapped herself for entering the house in the first place not to mention leaving the door wide open. But maybe... maybe it was someone she knew, hope sprung to her chest. She stared wide-eyed at the open door, just one more step would reveal the truth. He footsteps stopped, he stood in the door way. She did not know him. She began to back away, hoping he'd be stupid enough to let her escape but her gut told her this would not end well. She looked back startled as she knocked over the side table. He was huge, he wore a baggy black pair of jeans and a grey plain t-shirt. His face was uncovered but he wore a hat, his features were chiselled, they were that of a model and though his mouth smiled something behind his eyes told her that he was not a pleasant man. He began to walk towards her, Abby dodged and looked for an exit but it was no use, he constantly blocked her view of the door, there was nothing she could do. She felt stupid for entering the obviously dangerous house and prayed silently for a miracle. He towered above her, "Abigail..." He snarled but continued to smile, his hands camped down on her shoulders and he leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I'm so glad you're home." he left a lengthy pause as he breathed ominously in her ear. She shrunk back. Her heart pounded in her chest, sweat clung coldly to her skin. He was too big to take on, it was impossible. "Don't make this more difficult then it has to be and do not scream. I wouldn't want to have to cut that pretty little tongue out would I." She held back a shudder. He smelt of soap and aftershave, she wondered about him for a moment weren't kidnappers meant to smell of sweat and grease? He leaned back to take her in, 'Interesting Girl.' he thought, 'strange eyes. I can see why Jethro likes her.' "What do you want?" she asked begging her words to come forth calmly, they did. "I have what I came here for" He stopped smiling and gripped her a little tighter, preparing to tie her up with the rope in his bag. "You won't get away with this. Someone will come looking for me." she snarled at him suddenly angry at the intruder angry at herself and angry with the entire situation. "I'm counting on it." he said.
He tied a peice of cloth around her mouth and tied her arms behind the back of the chair, her legs swung freely. She watched him curiously , glaring at him from her chair. There was no point in freaking out she had to do something. He had pushed her roughly down to tie her up, and she had smelt tobacco on his breath. He was in no apparent rush and he scouted the house for any other people before returning to pick up the side table, she had struggled with her bindings while he was away with no effect. He stood in front of her his, back to her, admiring the room. Abby seized her chance and kicked out at him before standing awkwardly, ignoring the pain off the chair pressing into her spine and running as quickly as the chair would allow to the doorway. 'If i could just get outside' she thought frantically. Her kick had caught him off guard. He had toppled forward and hit his head on the side table. The impact split his head open, blood trickled slowly down his face, he wiped it away with the back of his hand. He stood and advanced on her insanely angry. She had not yet reached the door when he pushed the chair forward hard, and then lifted it by its legs pulling her upwards. She cried out in pain as the top of the chair slammed into her spine. She collapsed on the floor. His eyes darted murderously about the room. He snapped off a chair leg growling in rage. Abby attempted to stand, the chair dug into her back and tears stung her eyes, she was pushed back to the floor as he broke the leg off the chair, he was strong. She feared the worst and looked up into his face, he towered above her, muscles gleaming, face twisted and red. He slammed the broken chair leg across her face, blood from her nose splattered across the wall adjacent to the door. Blood streamed down her face. She squeaked with the pain, no longer able to move from the floor. The broken wood had cut her face and it was beginning to to swell fro the impact of the leg. Her right eyes began to be surrounded by a blue tinge. He lifted the leg again,ready to strike once again, then he stopped suddenly, his left arm still in the air. 'I need her alive' he thought. He dropped the chair leg over her unmoving body. " I told you not to make this difficult Abby."
He slammed the door on his van. It was dark and the neighbours were all in their houses, television sets blaring. He had cleaned up the chair and tidied the floor of the lounge room, leaving Abby a bloody mess on the floor. She was unconscious when he had removed the chair from her. He tied her arms and legs together and carried her to his van in the darkness. She had slipped in and out of consciousness then, she moaned in the back. IT had been a foolish thing to do, to hit her. Now his plan had to be moved forward, if she died from her injuries then she would be no use to him. Already he was going to have to change it. His original idea was to to keep her for two days, her absence at work would no doubt be missed by Gibbs. He wanted to make her him wonder and worry, sweat about her, and search for her in vain. But now, it was possible she could die especially without medical attention, the hit to the head had been quite severe, already her face had expanded, it was still bleeding and bruised. Then again, if could be good to have her bloodied and broken on the tape, that would make Gibbs more vicious than ever in his search. So he would have to contact Gibbs tomorrow. 'tomorrow morning' he thought as he started the van and reversed onto the road. He smiled.