"Abducted?" Tony asked with an incredulous expression on his face. "You're not talking about aliens, right?"

Ziva stepped forward and pulled the picture from Gibbs' hand. She looked at it closely, "This was taken in the parking lot of her apartment. You can see the reflection of her building in her car."

"She's dressed for work too. So this was probably taken just this morning," McGee added. "What else do we know?"

"You're looking at it McGee."

Ziva peered closely at the picture, tilting it on an angle. She noticed the impression on the paper and flipped it over. She read the back and looked at Gibbs, "I do not believe this is good."

Tony and McGee read the inscription over her shoulder. "Whoa, Boss. Do you know who this is?" Tony inquired.

"Not yet, but I will. I need you all to be on your game. We will find Abby…alive," he looked each of them in the eye. "Let's get up stairs and get to work."

He watched as the anger on each of their faces turned to determination. One of their team members was in trouble and the "all for one" mentality began to set in. Abby was more then just a team member, she was family. We will find her. No matter the cost, Gibbs thought to himself.

The four of them started for the door.

"Jethro?"

"Yeah, Duck?" Gibbs turned back to his long time friend.

"You will bring Abigail home safe," he said with much more conviction then he felt.

"I won't let my girl down, Ducky," and he was gone.

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The elevator ride was silent. Not even Tony offered a quick jibe. As they neared their floor, Gibbs began to give everyone their instructions. "DiNozzo. Ziva. I want you to go and interview the neighbors, take a look around too. McGee, find any surveillance camera, traffic camera, whatever you can. Find anything that may show us who was in the area of her apartment around sunrise this morning."

"Got it, Boss," Tony confirmed.

The elevator stopped and everyone piled out. Tony and Ziva grabbed their gear and headed back to the elevator. McGee immediately began working on his computer. Gibbs sat down and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. He began writing down names of people he thought might have a personal vendetta against him.

He had been working on the list for about 30 minutes when he caught a glimpse of someone walking up the stairs to the Director's office. It was one of their regular couriers and he had an envelope in his hand. Gibbs abandoned his list and desk and followed the courier up the stairs.

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McGee watched Gibbs go up to the Director's office. The courier came back down having delivered his package but Gibbs had disappeared behind the door.

He sat for a moment, his eyes were on the door but he wasn't really seeing it. He had multiple emotions running through him and he needed to sort them out. First and foremost, he was angry that someone had taken Abby. He had a feeling of dread over what might happen to her. He was frustrated that there wasn't a whole lot that he could do to help her either. At least not at the moment. There was something else that was nagging at him. He knew what it was, but didn't want to admit it. He was angry with Gibbs. If Gibbs hadn't pissed someone off so much, Abby wouldn't be in this situation to start with. He immediately felt guilty for blaming his boss. He was very good at his job and McGee knew it. He was bound to make people angry along the way. Gibbs might seem like a hardass but everyone knew he had a soft spot for Abby. He would be taking this the hardest, especially knowing that she was taken because of him.

Gibbs still hadn't come back and he was getting more angry by the minute. He turned back to his computer and refocused his energy into searching for Abby's abductor.

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Gibbs stood just inside of the door as the Director accepted the package and the courier left. He watched as she pulled a single sheet from the envelope, her face expressionless. When she flipped the picture over to read the back, Gibbs moved forward to her desk. When Jenny was done, she handed the picture over to Gibbs.

He took it from her without saying anything. Anger flashed within him when he laid eyes on Abby. She was cowering against a wall, fear evident in her eyes. Her hands were bound behind her back and her knees and ankles were also bound. He could see a red line across her cheeks where the gag hanging loosely around her neck had been. Blood dripped from her nose and lip. The light for the picture came in from behind the photographer. It was strong and the perimeter of the photo was cast in deep shadows. All he could tell of the room was that it was most likely a basement based on the concrete floor and unpainted concrete block walls.

He finally flipped the picture over and read the back.

Another game of hide and go seek. I'll hide, you seek. You have 24 hours.

"Damn it, Jenny!" Gibbs slammed his fist down on the desk. "If someone has a vendetta against me, why take her?"

"Jethro," Jenny started carefully. "You need to keep a level head on this one. Abby is an important part of your team and she's important to you." Her last statement implied more then the words should have and that fact didn't skate by Gibbs. "You have the training and so does your team. You need to keep them together and thinking clearly in order to bring her home…You know what happens when you make it personal."

"You don't have to remind me, I know."

Gibbs left the office and paused at the top of the stairs, once again looking at the photo. He knew that he had feelings for Abby that he felt he shouldn't have. She was half his age, but her chipper personality was intoxicating and what he needed in his life. He tried to keep his distance from her but he couldn't help the kisses on the cheek or top of her head. Standing close to her in the morning and breathing her in; watching her face light up when he brings her a Caf-Pow!; accepting her hugs when she gave them. Those are all things that he is going to have to settle for when it comes to how close he will ever get to Abby.

"Hey Boss!"

Gibbs was startled out of his reverie and looked at the cubicles below him. McGee was looking back up at him.

"I found something."

Gibbs ran down the stairs and stopped in front of the Plasma. McGee had put up a photo of a car stopped at a traffic light.

"This is the light right outside of Abby's apartment complex."

"This our guy?"

"No. Actually, I think this is," McGee pointed to a person leaning half way in the back seat of a car in the parking lot behind the car stopped at the light.

The picture wasn't good and you couldn't see the man's face or what he was doing in the back seat.

"Can you enlarge it?"

McGee was ready for him and the picture immediately zoomed in.

"You can't see the license plate," Gibbs observed.

"No, Boss, but I'm already running a list of registration on the make and model."

"Why him?

"You can't see it on this picture, but Abby's car is the one right next to it, just off the screen. This is the car that was in the reflection on Abby's in that photo."

"Time?"

"6:12 this morning."

"Good work, McGee."

McGee puffed a little with pride knowing that they may be one step closer to finding Abby.

Gibbs handed the newest photo to McGee. "I want you to go over this with a fine tooth comb," he said before letting the envelope go.

McGee hesitated for a moment before pulling the photo from the envelope. His breath caught in his throat when he saw his friend's scared expression. "Boss…"

"I know, Tim," Gibbs placed a hand on McGee's shoulder. "Let's find her."

McGee nodded and took the photo back to his desk.

Gibbs sat back down at his desk and stared at the list of names he had compiled. Hide and seek, he mused, another game. He wracked his brain. None of these names fit the scenario. What am I missing? He pulled up his case history on the computer and started going through them one-by-one.

It wasn't until he hit a case in 1997 that he paused. Nigel Moore. It was a cat and mouse game from the start. Gibbs remembered chasing him all over Europe just to have him walk out of court after his case was dismissed on circumstantial evidence. He could picture that day clearly in his head as if it happened yesterday.

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As Moore strutted down the courthouse stairs a free man, he turned to Gibbs with a sly smile. "Olly olly oxen free."

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He was reportedly killed during a drug war. The remains were never positively identified though.

"Damn it!" Gibbs slammed his fist down hard on his desk. "Never assume, McGee, never assume," he called to his team mate as he raced up the stairs to the Director's office.

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed before. I was concerned the characters weren't coming across acurately, but I guess they are (or at least close enough).

Many thanks to superamalgamated for pointing out my mistakes. I reveiwed the chapter and made what I hope are the right corrections. Tense never was a strong suit of mine. :)