Gibbs pulled out his cell and called McGee.

"Yeah boss?" McGee replied when he picked up.

"Track Burswell's phone," commanded Gibbs.

McGee typed in Burswell's number. "Got him boss. He's at an old apartment building being rented out to a Mao Jing Ling."

"We were just there McGee."

McGee got a confused look on his face as he tried to figure out what to do next as Vance watched him from the middle platform of the stairs near McGee's desk. "Are you sure about that boss?"

"What do you think McGee?" Gibbs nearly yelled at him.

"Right. Sorry boss," continued McGee who clicked on the computer a bit more to try and get better information. "He isn't going anywhere."

"Try Ling."

McGee started looking up Ling's information. "He has a long rap sheet. Prostitution, drug dealing...there's two warrants out for his arrest; one was put out just yesterday." McGee continued to type. "Looks like there's a number on file. I'm tracking him boss. Go three blocks ahead from where you are and hang a right. Then go down two blocks and you'll catch up with him. It looks like he's stopped at a red light." Gibbs started speeding the car up a bit faster than his already quick speed, following the directions McGee gave. Just as he was getting turned at the three block mark, McGee said "Boss, he's moving again. He's making a left from the light..."

Gibbs weaved through traffic, driving faster than the speed limit, turns the corner with squealing tires, and a few seconds later had pulled up next to the car they were after. Ziva and Tony looked into the car and saw Abby sitting next to an Asian man looking scared. They took note that she had more injuries than when they last had a chance to talk to her. There was a man in the back seat that was holding a gun in her general direction. Everyone in that car noticed Gibbs pull up next to them.

"She's in there," Ziva stated with a quick look at Gibbs.

Before anyone had a chance to react otherwise, the car Abby was in swerved in a way that nearly hit the NCIS rental, making Gibbs swerve and roll the car as to miss being hit. Unfortunately, after rolling, the car could not work right and was on its roof. The car Abby was in sped off and away, leaving the rest of the NCIS crew behind. It wasn't long before emergency vehicles could be heard coming to aid in relieving the accident.

*Abby*

She risked a look back, despite the gun being held close to her neck. Nobody forced her to face forward. She didn't turn back around until the car Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva were in was out of sight. Eventually, Ling slowed the car down to the speed limit and turned into a mildly empty lot. About then, some police cars, followed by an ambulance and a fire truck, rushed past. The car they were in parked and Abby found herself being forced into the back seat of an adjacent grey colored Ford F150.

*Roughly 30 minutes later*

The truck pulled into an air strip and next to a private jet. Abby was pulled out of the back of the truck, pushed up the stairs, into the jet, and then handcuffed into a seat. After moving on and off the plane several times in attempts to make sure they had everything they needed, Ling and his men closed up the plane and told the pilot take off. Others on the plane, the pilot included, continued to talk in Chinese as the plane took off. Abby couldn't understand what they were saying or where they were going, but she did hear Las Vegas get mentioned. It sounded a bit like they were talking about plans of some kind. She stared out the window for quite a while before someone started talking to her.

"Have something to drink, Amy," one of the men said as he set a drink down in front of her and unlocked one of the cuffs.

Abby reached for the drink uncertainly. She wasn't sure what the drink was or if it had been spiked with something. After looking and sniffing the drink a couple of times, thirst won out and she took a sip. All she tasted was water.

Ling smiled and nodded slightly while taking a seat across from Abby. "So, Amy...may I call you Amy?" he started, a Chinese accent distinctly heard as he spoke. Abby just stared at him hating him yet felt very helpless as to knowing what to do about the situation. She took another sip of her water in response. Ling leaned back in his seat, still smiling slightly. "I think you want to know what will happen in the future..." Abby sat down her water and looked at him, then down at the floor. "All you need to know right now is you will be well taken care of and if you do what you are told, nothing bad will happen to you." Abby shuddered with the implications. What did that mean? What would he do if she didn't comply with what she was told to do or didn't do something how he wanted her to?

Ling continued. "You will know what I want and when I want it, so I would not worry about it." He smiled a sickly sweet smile that chilled Abby to the bone, despite the relative warmth inside the plane. Ling took a sip of his drink and continued to look at Abby. He didn't say anything else as he watched her. It was as if he was expecting some kind of response or reaction that she didn't know. Abby stared at her water feeling the pressure of his stare. After a minute or two, she felt a needle poke her in the arm and turned to look. It wasn't long before she felt woozy and passed out from the apparent sedative.