Abby lay motionless on a cold, hardwood floor in a dimly lit, vacant room. She began to stir, and she moaned painfully as she drifted back into consciousness. She opened her eyes, but her head was too fuzzy for her to register her unfamiliar surroundings. Her head hurt. Abby brought her hand up to her throbbing temple, and she felt the sticky ooze of clotting blood that was making her face tighter by the second.

She groaned as she sat up, but a wave of dizziness swept over her and she fell back and leaned against the wall behind her. She sudden shock of the cold wall against her semi-clothed torso, seemed to snap her senses back to action. Abby had no idea where she was. Nor did she know how she got there. Abby held her still painful head as she tried to remember what had happened the night before.

Abby's eyes flickered open, then snapped open in panic as she saw two unfamiliar faces looming over her bed.

She screamed.

The two men pounced down on Abby, but she was too fast for them. She darted, quick as lightning, between their grasps and she sprinted for her bedroom door. The bigger of the two intruders grabbed Abby around the waist from behind, and he slung her down to the floor, nearly clearing the top of Abby's dresser in her decent. She hit the floor hard, the back of her head cracking against the wall, but she was still sharp.

The bigger man advanced on her and Abby instinctively kicked up as hard as she could, nailing him sqarely in the crotch. He doubled over in pain and Abby tried again to make a break for it. She made it out of her room and headed straight for the front door to her apartment, knocking over chairs, lamps, anything she could that would slow down her assailants and help her escape.

She reached her door, and she fumbled over the deadbolt, her hands shaking with fear and adrenaline. Precious seconds wasted, the smaller intruder had already scaled the debris on the floor. He grabbed at Abby and she fought back hard, her black nails scratching. He shoved her backward and the back of her head cracked, once again, on the wall behind her. Starting to dizzy, she still pushed back, trying desperately to wrench herself from his grasp.

Without warning, there was an explosion of pain from her right temple and she crashed to the floor in a crumpled heap. The last thing Abby saw was the large intruder standing over her, holding her side table lamp, before fading away into darkness.

Oh...that's what happened. Abby tried to shaked the foggy cobwebs from her throbbing head, but a big wave of nausea swept over her. She was concussed...she had to be. She cracked her head--the paused to remember--three times. Still sitting on the floor, Abby scanned the room slowly. She was the only thing inside that room, save for the little dust bunny in the far corner. It was just a plain hardwood floor with simple white walls, but the one variant in the monotony was the door. It was painted a brilliantly deep blood red. Under normal circumstances, Abby would have thought it very cool...now, it creeped her out.

Abby found a knot in the hardwood floor opposite of her and started to stare at in intently, blinking repeated trying to clear her head and gain back her focus. It worked. Her vision was just beginning to settle back into focus when she startled violently when the door was basically kicked open.

She instictively froze. The two men who attacked her in her apartment were standing in the doorway, looking pretty pissed.

"Get up," he hissed.

She obeyed silently, her legs shaking as she did so. She pressed herself as far against the wall as possible as the large man walked toward, and she back away into the corner the closer he got to her. The other, smaller man followed behind.

The large man leaned in to within an inch of her face and whispered, "Do you know who I am?"

In typical Abby fashion, she scanned him up and down, then stared defiantly into his eyes. "A linebacker gone bad?"

He tilted his head to the side, chuckled slightly, then threw a hard, fast punch square into Abby's gut. She cried out and fell to her knees, clutching her stomach and gasping in pain.

"Get up!" he screamed.

Abby didn't want to, but she even more so didn't want her kidnapper to see her fear. She slowly stood back up, still holding her painful stomach, and stared right back into his eyes.

"Do you know who he is?" he whispered once more, motioning to the smaller man standing behind him.

She glanced behind to get a good look at who he was talking about. "The waterboy?"

Without laughing this time, he threw out his arm as fast as lightning and grasped the back of her neck, squeezing painfully. He pressed his face to mere inches from hers and growled menacingly, "My name is Jonathan Garret, and this my brother Ben."

Abby's eyes grew wide as the realization hit her. "Oh God..."

Jonathan nodded. "That's right...Howard Garret is our brother. And I do believe it was you who put him in jail. That means..." he paused to clench her neck painfully, causing her to cry out..."that for however long you last in this room, you're gonna go through hell."

He threw her back against the corner, and he and Ben walked out of the room, slamming the blood red door behind them. Abby slid down the wall to the floor and let out a scared, shuddering breath. The pains in her head and stomach were the farthest from her mind as her mind was reeling. Abby Scuito prided herself on being a person who didn't fright easily...never to back down when confronted. She had to admit however, she was terrified to her core.

She wiped away a single tear, and she began to pray silently.

At exactly 6:00am, McGee knocked on Abby's apartment door. He waited about a minute, then he knocked again. Smiling and thinking that Abby must still be getting ready in the back and unable to hear him knock, McGee reached into his pocket and pulled out his keychain. He put in her apartment key and turned the lock.

He opened the door, but it stopped short with a thud. Confused, McGee poked his head through the small space. His eyes widened when he saw several lamps and a chair strewn about the floor. He shoved the door hard, and it gave away just enough for him to slip through. There he saw the full extent of the damage done on the inside. Everything was a mess...like a tornado blew through. Lamps broken on the floor, splintered kitchen chairs, overturned end tables and recliner.

Immediately, McGee drew his weapon. "Abby?" McGee called.

No answer. McGee was nervous...extremely nervous. Pistol poised and ready, McGee made his way throughout her apartment, shutting the door behind him and carefully stepping over the debris on her floor. He searched every room, panic increasing with every step...pulling back shower curtains, checking in the closets, Abby no where to be found. He got to her bedroom and gasped when her saw her bedcovers thrown off the bed and all her picture frames and perfume bottles shattered on the floor below her dresser.

Finding no sign that she was still in her room, McGee yelled, "Abby!" He was desperate for some response.

He ran from her room, scared out of his mind, and into the living room. He stopped short and his heart jumped to his throat at what he saw. Blood...Abby's blood. There was a thick pool of it on the carpet in front of the front door with a splatter and drip trail on the wall behind the door.

"Oh, my God," McGee cried, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. He grabbed his cell phone and dialed the number for Tony's desk.

"NCIS, Tony DiNozzo."

"Tony! It's McGee--"

"Probie! You remember that I need you to come--"

"Tony, shut up!" McGee cried. "I'm at Abby's and she's gone. Kidnapped. And she's hurt, there's blood everywhere."

In the NCIS bullpen, Tony stood straight up, causing Ziva to look up across the room.

"Is her apartment secure?" Tony asked, going into full agent mode.

"Yes," McGee breathed. "I checked it out, it's clear."

"Okay McGee," Tony said, grabbing his gear from the side of his desk. "Sit tight, we're on our way."

To Be Contined...