Chapter 3

"Abby, hush. Someone might hear you." Carly said and smiled at Abby's enthusiasm. "You really put on a good show. The Director really thinks you don't want me here."

"I told you we could pull it off." Abby said and turned back to her keyboard. "I need to get into these encrypted files quick. Gibbs confiscated this computer from the first victim's boyfriend, Campbell Webster. He disappeared before Gibbs could question him. Get over here and help me, ok?" She looked over at Carly, "And why are you wearing that?"

Carly looked down at her own outfit and grimaced. "I had to be professional, you know that. These dress pants are killing me though. I wish I could wear my..."

She was interrupted by the telephone. Abby sighed and answered, "You're on the air."

"Abby, what have you got for me." It wasn't a question, Gibbs expected her to have the information he needed.

"I'm still working on it Gibbs. I told you it would take me a few hours. It's only been forty minutes."

"Abs, I need that information. Now."

"I'm working as fast as I can."

"Do I need to send McGee back there to help you?"

"No." Abby replied and motioned for Carly to come over and help get started. "Besides, the Director has already hired another assistant for me."

There was a pause and then Gibbs cursed. "I'll talk with the Director and make sure she understands you don't need help. I'll get him out of there, just get me the information."

"Actually, Gibbs, he's a she and she's trying to ingratiate herself to me. She's already brought me a Caff-Pow. I might let her stay for a few days and run my errands." Abby told him just as they broke into the system. "Got that info for you, bossman. Webster was having some very frequent chats with another person that goes by the name footballerfreak. Really, couldn't they have come up with something a little more unique? That took all of two seconds to think about probably."

"Focus Abby. What were they talking about?" Gibbs broke in.

"You never let me have any fun. Ok, they mainly talked about bondage…oooh, kinky. But then they started chatting about female navy personnel and what it would be like to have total control over a military woman. I gotta tell you, Gibbs, it sounds like they were really getting into this."

Carly pulled up one chat and opened the attached file. Clicking a few buttons, she put them up on Abby's screen.

"Gibbs, whoever footballerfreak is, he posted pictures of the two vics in a chat with Webster. I'm working on tracing the actual owner of the account. It might not be necessary though" Abby told him and read the new IM that Carly pulled up. "They have a meeting scheduled at 4:00 PM today at the…."

"Cyber Café off Dunkman Avenue." Gibbs finished for her.

Rolling her eyes, Abby asked him, "If you knew that, why did you call me?"

"I needed to see if the note was right. It looks like footballerfreak may have given Webster ideas with those pictures. Ducky's coming back in with vic number 3 and the bruises look different. Is there anything else that will tell me who this footballerfreak is?"

"Just that he's Caucasian and he's got a tat of a sword on the inside of his right arm."

There was a pause while a horn blasted over the speaker. "How do you know that, Abs?"

"It's in the picture Gibbs. I'm psychic but not that psychic. Oh and Gibbs…."

"Yes, Abby?"

"Have you shaved the 'stache yet?"

All the two women heard was dead air. Abby just grinned at Carly giving her thumbs up.