A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry if there was any confusion about chapters 2 and 3 being mixed up (2 is really 3 and vice versa). I tried multiple times to change it but it wasn't working. Anyway, despite the fact that I haven't gotten hardly any reviews, I've decided to keep going more for my amusement than anything else. Read if you feel like it, I'm kind of having an I don't give a crap day, which is why I need to write right now to get myself in a better mood ;)

They had started texting about a year ago, when they had become best friends. Ziva loved texting Abby because Abby could make her laugh like no one else.

Ziva was sitting on her couch, watching tv, when her phone vibrated. Speak of the devil.

Hey Ziva, you busy?

-GothAngel-

Not really, what's up?

Not much... want to hang out later?

-GothAngel-

Sure! Do you want to come over and watch a movie?

Duh. I would love to. I'll see you around 8, okay? Love you!

-GothAngel-

Sounds good... I love you too.

It had been simple enough really, the 'I love you', but it caught Ziva by surprise. She knew Abby did not mean it the way Ziva did. Ziva's 'I love you too' meant she really did love Abby. But she knew Abby would not, could not, love her back...

Ziva sighs feeling extremely pathetic for being so... needy? For needing Abby, she supposes. She is not supposed to need anyone. Ziva David has been taught that needing and relying on others is a sign of weakness. And Ziva David is not weak.

She is jerked out of her thoughts by her phone ringing. It is the special ringtone she has assigned to none other than Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"David."

"Ziva..."

Gibbs very rarely calls her Ziva so she knows something is very, very wrong.

"What is it, Gibbs?"

"We need you at NCIS, stat."

"Got it."

She does not ask questions, just follows Gibbs' orders and rushes to NCIS as quickly as possible. When she gets there, Gibbs is already ordering McGee to "hurry his a** up and figure out what the hell happened" and Tony is scrambling around, obviously looking for something. When she walks into the room, everyone ignores her because they are so busy doing whatever they are doing.

She drops her bag and coat off at her desk and stands in front of Gibbs. "What is going on, Gibbs?"

He sighs and looks at her with a deadpan expression. "Abby's been kidnapped."

Ziva feels as if someone has punched her in the stomach. "Abby, kidnapped?"

Tony looks up from the mountain of paper on his desk. "Yeah. Some loser came to her apartment and grabbed her."

"B-but... I just got a text from her..."

Gibbs looks at her sharply. "You did?"

"Yes. About five minutes before your call, Gibbs?"

Gibbs holds out his hand and she gives him her phone. He attempts to find the text. "MCGEE! Get over here and find the text thingy."

McGee exchanges glances with Ziva. "Uh, it's called a text message, boss."

"I don't care what the hell it's called! Just find the damn message!"

"Right." In less than two seconds, McGee pulls up the message and looks sharply at Ziva. "She sent it just before she called you, Boss."

Ziva tilts her head to the side. "What call?"

"She called Gibbs, explaining that some creep was trying to break into her apartment."

Ziva, who hardly ever swears, found the word accidently slipped. "Shit."

The entire team stopped working and stared at her in surprise. Usually, she sweared in Hebrew. They had never heard her swear in English before. The fact that she was doing so now meant she was clearly upset.

Gibbs' eyes studied her for awhile before he motioned to Ziva. "David, you and Dinozzo go to Abby's apartment and search. Take whatever you need and bring it back here."

They both nodded. "Got it, boss. C'mon, Ziva."

She just nodded at Tony, and the fact that she hadn't even glared at him for ordering her around scared him because it meant that she really was upset. And Ziva David rarely got upset unless she believed something was very, very wrong.

This was serious.