Disclaimer: Same as before...none of it's mine.
"Tony! Get me out of here! Please!"
Leaping up from his seat, McGee yelled, "Abby!"
Tony threw out his hand and caught McGee's shoulder and glared at him with his finger up to his mouth for silence.
"Tim!" Abby screamed from far away, but it was soon followed an audible savage blow and a cry out of pain that made McGee grimace.
"Shut up, bitch!" the voice yelled over the phone and Tony tightened his grip on McGee's shoulder to keep his emotions in check, even while a wave of boiling hate swept through him.
Keeping his voice level, Tony asked, "Who am I speaking to?"
"Right now that's none of your concern," he answered.
"Put Abby on the phone," McGee said, nodding to Tony that he was acting as an agent.
"To prove what? That she's still alive? Did you not just hear her screaming right before my brother kicked her?" the voice replied with a thick layer of malicious sarcasm. "You know, she might have another broken rib."
An idea came to Tony and he snapped his head toward McGee. Tony pointed to McGee's desk, mouthing the words, "track him". McGee nodded fervently and rushed to his desk, pushing his chair, then sliding into his and rolled right up to his computer. He began to type furiously, then gave a thumbs up to signal that the trace had begun.
"What is it that you want?" Ziva asked. They had to stall him long enough for McGee to get a lock on him.
There was a wry chuckle. "I have it. You're precious Abby has done us wrong...and I'm going to make damn sure that she suffers for it."
That made McGee look up but Tony motioned for him to look back at the tracking process.
"What did she do to you? What are you talking about?" Tony asked aggressively.
"I would take a closer look at the Garret case if I were you."
With that, the line went dead.
"Damn it!" McGee cried, kicking his desk. "I had 10 seconds left before he was locked."
"Did you at least get an area for where they are?" Tony asked.
"No..." McGee sighed. "Sorry Tony."
"Garret case?" Ziva asked. "Isn't that what Abby just testified for?"
"Yeah," McGee said, "she added evidence for his sentencing hearing yesterday."
"Okay guys," Tony said, running his hand through his hair worriedly, "let's break out that case file."
Abby had been so close to dozing off when her cell door had been kicked open again. Jonathan had stormed in, grabbed her by her hair, and started to drag her out of the room. She screamed painfully and struggled to get free, but his grip was too strong and her reach was too short. She was pulled down a long hallway and into a open, entrance area...her arms and back burning from the friction. She was right...she was in a house. Ben was waiting at the end of the hallway, and Abby was thrown down at his feet. She landed hard, wincing loudly as she clutched her injured wrist, but when Ben pulled out a pistol aimed for Abby's head, she silenced instantly and stared at the floor fearfully.
As she saw Jonathan reach for a telephone, her thoughts were drawn inward. She was in so much pain. Her head was still throbbing, probably still severely concussed. Her chest was tight and tender, searing with pain every time she moved. Her wrist was surely broken...it felt as though it would explode whenever she moved it. As much as she wanted to get out of this situation alive, that was how much she wanted this pain to end.
Her attention was caught and brought back to reality when she had heard Jonathan's voice saying, "Are you missing something, Agent DiNozzo?"
"DiNozzo?" Abby thought foggily. "Oh, my God...Tony!"
She screamed for Tony, without thinking of the pistol above her, desperate to make it known that she was there...and alive. Her stomach dropped slightly when she heard McGee's terrified cry, even through the phone ten feet away. She called out to him, but immediately regretted it. Ben had kicked her sharply in the chest, no doubt breaking another rib, and Abby cried out in pain, doubling over and coughing into the floor.
More pain...more searing, mind numbing pain. She wanted it to end. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to endure. Abby heard Jonathan yell something, but it was far away and she couldn't really hear him. All she could feel was pain. It slowly began to ebb away, and as her vision cleared, she watched Jonathan slam the phone back onto its receiver, then walk toward her, kneelng down on the floor beside her.
"Are you okay?" he asked with mock concern. He was so close, Abby had the overwhelming urge to spit at his face, but all she could do was cough and try to get air back into her lungs. "So I take it you are close with this Agent Tony, am I right?"
Finding her voice, Abby replied breathily, "He's just...someone...I work with." Abby had done a lot of stupid things without thinking during the past 24 hours, but she knew damn well that she couldn't let on how close she was to anyone with the NCIS network.
"Sounded to me like she knew that other guy better," Ben piped up. Jonathan must have gotten through to Ben because he was definitely into his involvement more than he was six hours earlier.
"Oh no...Tim!" Abby cried inwardly.
"Yeah," Jonathan replied in a casual lilt. "And did you hear the way he yelled her name?" He stared back down at Abby. "Sounds like he was really worried about you Abby. And by the way you yelled back to him...what was his name? Tim, was it? Seems to me like there is more than just a platonic relationship between the two of you."
"No, there's not," Abby replied, desperate to keep her voice level and not panic. "I swear to you. I'm just the gopher for those guys...my only interaction with them is when I hand them evidence. I swear."
"I don't think she's telling the truth, do you Ben?" Jonathan asked with a calmness that was terrifying...like he'd rip off her head any second without warning.
"Nope."
"Please," Abby said, sitting up slowly. She was beginning to lose the battle with her inner panic. "You've got to believe me."
Jonathan's eyes darkened and Abby immediately tensed up. Good thing too, because Jonathan seemed to explode in anger.
"Don't lie to me, bitch!" he screamed, making even Ben jump.
Scared to death, Abby began stuttering, "I-I'm not, I swear. P-p-please..."
Jonathan grabbed Abby's arms and pulled her up. He then pushed her down the hallway back to her room, all the while yelling, "Do you think you were the only one in that courtroom yesterday? We were both there, watching you the entire time! Don't think for one second that we wont be able to figure out whose arm that was you left with after you put our brother in jail!"
He threw Abby into her bedroom cell and slammed the door, locking both the knob and deadbolt locks. He stood there and listened, grinning maliciously, as he heard Abby beating on the door and screaming. He gave one good, hard kick to the door and Abby was silenced. Chuckling to himself, Jonathan made his way back to Ben, who was still at the end of the hall.
"Come on," he said. "We've got work to do."
To be continued...