Chapter three people! This is a little intro to Talon...short and to the point, Gibbs thoughts and feelings. R&R and enjoy.
"Talon." Gibbs said, his voice low and demanding. "His name is Talon. And you are going to find out everything you can about him." Gibbs leaned on McGee's' desk angry. McGee although frightened knew that Gibbs was only angry because Abby was missing. "Is that all you know about him? A nickname." McGee questioned and then leaned back as Gibbs leaned into him, glaring, "It's his first name, McGee. And the rest is your job." He walked off towards the stairs. "Don't you think I would have told you if I knew McGee! There isn't much time here." He yelled without looking back. Tony cringed as he entered the office. Gibbs entered the directors office without knocking. He expected no resistance from the secretary but she stood up, "Sir, she's got someone in there..." He turned his head towards her with a look on his face that said he didn't really care and entered anyway. He saw who she was with straight away and ignored him. "Director?" "I've got nothing Jethro." She saw no point in reprimanding him considering what was happening with Abby. He did not nod, "Agent Gibbs? We're doing everything we can." "It's no enough." he said gruffly and left.
He felt almost helpless, this was his fault. 'This Talon, must knows who I am. He's using Abby to get to me. Abby would not be in this mess...' he told himself to snap out of it. 'Abby has always been good at taking care of herself.' He walked quickly down the stairs. Tony stood up, and clicked the remote, a picture came up on the screen. Gibbs stood in front of it waiting impatiently for his presentation. " It's definitely Abby's blood, Boss. And from the direction of the splatter and the force that caused the spread it's safe to assume that the blood was sprayed on the wall from a height of 46inches from the floor, most likely she was hit with a sharp object while on the ground." He paused to analyse Gibbs' reaction. He pressed the forward button. " We found these slices of wood on the carpet by the door. Looks like he tried to clean up but didn't look very hard. They're from a particular chair, one of several in her house. There was blood on the wood. That's not all we found Gibbs. It looks like Abby tried to make a break for it and he got angry." Tony pressed the next button, a picture of the edge of the side table beside a close-up of the carpet beneath it. "The side table has blood on it also... But it's not Abby's" he almost smiled, pressing the next button once more. A chiselled face appeared on the screen. "It belongs to a Talon McGregor. Been in jail for twelve years for attempted murder and fraud." He looked at Gibbs. "You put him away." Gibbs gave Tony a surprised look. "I always remember a face Tony." "N, you put him away indirectly. You exposed a drug ring and shot his brother. So he's out for revenge."
Gibbs phone rang, he stared at it and picked up. The number was private. "Gibbs." He answered. "Oh good. There's someone here who wants to talk to you." there was a pause, Gibbs tensed up, "Abby?" he almost whispered "Abby are you there?" he said louder. "Oh my mistake," Talon said evilly on the other end, "She appears to be...sleeping, or is that unconscious?" He laughed quietly into the phone. Gibbs glared at the wall. "What do you want from me?" he held back his anger, and spoke calmly yet demandingly. "I'm going to kill you, like you killed my brother." Gibbs was not surprised. Tony and McGee stood on opposite sides of Gibbs watching him seriously. Gibbs waited. "Go to the post office; the one you always use, box 343, the key is in on its way to you now. And Jethro? Enjoy." The phone went dead. HE snapped it shut angrily. Hopelessly running around in his maze.
Gibbs snarled and grabbed his gun from his drawer. "McGee! When I come back I want to know where that call came from." He quickly exited the bullpen. As he did so a mail boy handed him a parcel. He entered the elevator, "Tony! What the hell are you waiting for, An invitation?" He yelled.
Gibbs kept his face straight and stern but in his head he was worried. 'This maniac has probably been planning this for years. He knows me and that I work with and care about Abby. And now I have to play it his way to try and get her back before he kills her. Will he kill her? Too early to tell.' He was worried, Abby was more then a co-worker, more then a friend. He shared more of himself with her than anyone else, he loved her brightness and her charm, and her smile. He pictured her lying on a concrete floor somewhere bloodied and bruised and felt his stomach knot. Anger, worry and concern lit his mind, blood rushed through his ears and time seemed to stand still. He would not let her die.