So here's the new chapter. Figured I'd post since it's summer and I don't have much better to do. This one is longer. Hope ya'll like it. R&R
*Kansas City*
"It has been two days," complained Ziva, annoyed and baffled by her boss's investigative hunches and gut. "If there was something to be found here, would we have found it by now?" McGee, who had stayed behind with Director Vance and Ducky, had directed them to their present location when Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva had first arrived. Between local police trying to get them to leave, much of the surrounding land belonging to various businesses, plenty of people walking around, and a rain storm, they hadn't been able to find anything of use. According to McGee, this was the last known location they had for Abby.
"Oh…there's something here," Gibbs told Ziva as he got out of the driver's side of the car. "We just haven't found it yet."
"Assuming it didn't get washed away," chimed Tony, who looked around the area while walking toward it."
"If that is the case, we may be completely on finding her any time soon," Ziva retorted, sweeping her gaze along the ground. "We do not even have any eye witnesses."
"We'll find something," Gibbs responded.
They searched in silence for a while. All they could hear was their footsteps, any car that passed by, and people from the various businesses. Tony was the one to break the silence a couple of minutes later when he called "Got a cell phone boss." Gibbs and Ziva walked over as Tony picked up the cell phone with a gloved hand. He managed to get it to turn on. In an effort to get something off the phone, he went to the text messages. There was an unsent message in her drat folder, so he went to it.
'Headed to Las Vegas. Check pictures for man. At Marriott'
"At Marriott," Ziva read questioningly. "Is that not where we have been staying?"
"Yeah," Gibbs replied matter-of-factly as he turned for the car. Tony and Ziva followed with the cell phone in hand, sure of the fact that it was Abby's cell. Once in the car, Gibbs sped back to the Marriott they were staying at.
Amongst all of the moving his body was doing due to Gibbs's quick driving, he managed to find the picture of a stalky, bald man the text message seemed to be referring to, called McGee, and sent the picture to him for id.
"Ok. Running it now," McGee told DiNozzo.
"Give us a call when you get something, Probe," Tony responded back.
"I will, Tony." Before Tony could hang up, McGee continued. "Another thing, Tony. I was looing through the car that one guy died in and Abby's car and found some shell casings. Their – mm."
"Well, considering the one guy was found shot to death and Abby's car had a blown wheel, that isn't exactly a surprise," Tony replied, wondering why McGee was telling him something he already knew.
"Yeah, well you're going to like this better. It's from a 356 Magnum."
"Just like Dirty Harry in -…"
"Tony…" McGee didn't want to hear the inevitable movie jokes.
"Ok. I'll let Gibbs know." By this point, Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva were just pulling into a parking spot at the hotel and were quickly getting out.
The computer in Abby's lab alerted McGee that there was an id. "Hey, hey Tony? I have a match on that picture you sent. Thomas Burswell from New York."
"Ok, thanks." Tony came up behind Gibbs who was trying to get a room number from the attendant at the front counter off of Abby's picture, but with no luck. "Thomas Burswell…Did he come in," pushed Tony.
The attendant went back to clicking on the computer for the information. "We have someone who used a credit card with that name, but he checked in as L.J. Tibbs," he replied, somewhat frazzled by all the commotion.
"What room were they in," Gibbs nearly yelled at the attendant.
"Room 630, but it says here they checked out an hour ago." Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva rushed back out of the hotel, Tony warning them of the gun.
*Downtown Kansas City*
The elevator doors opened and Abby and her kidnapper walked into the third door. A man sat in one of the few plush chairs that were around. The top two thirds of the walls had red wallpaper with a pattern that was difficult to pick out without looking at it more closely. The rest of the walls had small, blue boards paneling it. On the floor, the blue carpet looked worn and had stains all over it. There were three large potted plants around the room.
"Who do we have here," asked the slim, dark haired, Asian looking man as he rose from the chair he sat in and walked toward them.
"Her name is Amy Sutton," came the response from Abby's kidnapper. "She's the one I told you about."
"Oh yes," replied the unidentified Asian man. "I didn't realize it was you, Thomas."
"Considering someone here kept taking pictures of me and my partner here with her phone," started Thomas, "I had to send Max on ahead to Vegas and change my appearance." Abby remembered his gangster like appearance before. Now he stood wearing goth styled clothes and jewelry, not to mention the make-up he put on to finish the outfit. He had made Abby change what she was wearing also; only thing is she was wearing a pair of blue jeans, tennis shoes, a Hello Kitty t-shirt, minimal make-up, and had her hair pulled back into a pony tail.
"Yes, well that can be a problem can't it," purred the unidentified man.
"So, will she work for you in your…business?" Thomas couldn't help looking the other man up and down.
"Yes. The men will love her…when they stop by to choose."
"Now I want my end of the deal. I got her for you. You give me what I came for."
At that moment, the Asian man pulled out a knife and stabbed Thomas in the chest several times. Abby jumped away and froze, stunned at what she saw. As soon as the Asian man was finished stabbing Thomas, he wrapped the knife in a cloth towel, wiped his hands off on the outside of the towel and turned and walked towards a door on the opposite side of the room. As soon as he opened the door to hand the knife to someone on the other side to dispose of it, Abby snapped out of her daze and started to run. Fortunately for her, the elevator was still on the floor. She was able to get on it and have the doors shut behind her in just enough time that the man couldn't quite get to her in time. She ran off the elevator on the bottom floor and into the parking garage. It wasn't more than a few seconds before a handful of people started popping up from behind cars to get her. To make things worse, so she thought, a car came speeding up behind her. The car stopped close behind her and out popped Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva, guns drawn. Abby ducked down, knowing that a gun fight was breaking out. Shots rang out everywhere and who shot what bullet was very difficult to figure out. Abby ducked behind some cars so she wouldn't get hit. When she looked up, she saw one of the several bad guys fall with blood spraying from his chest. Gibbs, Tony and Ziva ducked behind other cars and repositioned to get better aims on the bad guys yet still stay protected. Tony at one point had a bullet graze his right arm. Eventually the shooting came to a halt. Tony, Gibbs, and Ziva found themselves the winners. They started looking around for Abby, cautious of any possible new shooters.
"Abby," they started calling when they couldn't immediately find her. She didn't answer. They stared fearing the worse and expanded out there search. A car was heard screeching inside the garage and they all turned to see it move towards the exit, Abby trapped in the passenger side. All three agents went running into their car, which was still running, and followed after it into the streets. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before the car with Abby in it had eluded them, eliminating any quick and easy chance of getting her back.