So this is chapter 6... and it looks as though this story could go on forever, but unfortunately I have to go back to skool soon so this had better be one of the last chapters. I've be working my ass off to finish this story. I hope you like it.
The dreams she had during the operation were a whirlwind of pictures and feelings from the last few years. Memories and fantasies blended into one until she knew no reality. Gibbs' face floated in front of her, she reached out to touch it but her hand would not move, she tried to call his name but her mouth would not open and no words would emerge. She saw Kate, dressed in black laughing at the bar and ordering drinks, she turned from the barman to look at Abby and she smiled. Abby felt sadness wash over her as she watched them shut the lid on Kate's coffin, as they lowered it into the ground, the look on Gibbs' face. Flash backs of drinking with Gibbs in his basement and dinner at Ziva's floated past. She let them wash over her, these were the best parts of her life, the things that made it worth living. Tony was there, laying on top of her after Ari had tried to shoot her in her lab. She wanted to laugh at the comments he made to Gibbs.
Her eyes fluttered open, she was not in a hospital bed, she was in Talon's hide-out, as far as she could tell. She hurt all over, it was difficult to breathe. He had tied her to a chair and beaten her, bringing his hand down on her face over and over again. She knew it was for Gibbs benefit, to enrage him. He made no attempt to talk to her, and asked no questions. She tried her best to silence her throat as he beat her, telling herself that Gibbs would be proud and that a real NCIS agent wouldn't cry. She had sat before the camera and tried to stay awake, this was her only chance to tell Gibbs how she felt, she feared that Talon would kill her next, seeing as he had little or no care for human life. It seemed likely that this was the end, and she felt alone once more. When she mouthed her message with Gibbs in mind, she prayed with all her heart that it would reach him, and that he would see it and know it was meant for him.
She had felt like this in the coffin. She thought that this may be her last chance to tell him how she felt. She hadn't known if he heard or not, and now it was just the same, she did not know if he would see it or know it was for him. She imagined him watching the tape with anger, Talon was a fool if he thought he could defeat the almighty Leeroy Jethro Gibbs. Still fear drilled into her heart.
The door swung open, Talon stood in the light of the hall. He cocked his head to one side and leaned on the doorway. "Hungry?" he asked her as if they were roommates. She lifted her head feebly from the bed n disgusted surprise at his attitude. Her bright spark had been doused, she saw no way out of this room, this place, unless it was in a bodybag. She opened her mouth to speak but decided against and retort, instead her head dropped back onto the bed her face away from him. His heart missed a beat, was she dead? He almost ran to the bed, his fingers pressed into her neck, there was a faint pulse. He sighed. "You have to eat Abigail. You have to live." She kept her eyes closed, she had given up almost completely. She thought for a moment about trying to escape while the door was open, but she was too tired, too sore, too hurt. Not to mention that she had no strength whatsoever to tackle Talon with. "How long do I have to live for." He straightened. "That depends on your good friend Gibbs." His voice hardened, he swept all sympathy for the girl out of his head, walked out of the room and shut the door loudly. 'What the hell did Gibbs do to this guy?' she thought.