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Her apartment was a mess. Chairs were overturned, a white vase had been knocked off a table with the black roses scattered everywhere, and even food was strewn about.
Abby had obviously put up a fight.
As they are searching the apartment to figure out how the intruder entered, Tony tries to lighten up the situation. "So, uh, Ziva. McGee told me right before we left that on the text message you guys said you loved each other. Is there something you want to tell me?" He raises his eyes suggestively, hoping to get a laugh out of her or at least make her smirk enough to break out of her weird mood and make her more like herself. Because it worries him when Ziva is scared since Ziva David is never frightened. Ever.
But what she does next catches Tony off guard. She looks at him coldly and utters a threat. "If you ever say that again, Tony, I will hurt you very badly."
He gulps because he knows his partner well enough by now to know that she's not joking. In fact, it almost looks like she's going to cry. It's as if a light bulb goes off in his head. Ziva's scared and she looks like she's about to cry: "You love her."
"I do not. Not like you are thinking."
Tony studies her for a moment, not convinced, because she doesn't look at him when she says this. "You're lying. You do. Oh man, wait until I tell Mc-" He is cut off by the appearance of the barrel of her gun in his face.
"You will not tell anyone or I. Will. Shoot. You. Is that clear, Tony?"
"Uh. Yeah, Ziva. I get it. I-I'm sorry."
She doesn't respond but simply turns away to examine the apartment again.
He utters one more thing that causes her to swiftly turn around. "Huh. So, you're a lesbian, then."
She takes two giant steps and Tony is on the ground with her on top of him in two seconds flat. She leans close to him, secretly enjoying the moment. "It is none of your business, Tony, but I am bisexual. And no, I will not do a threesome with you."
She twists his arm just a little more behind him for the satisfaction of hearing him moan in pain and then releases him.
"Ahem... Right, sorry, Ziva."
She doesn't respond so Tony tries again. "No, Ziva, seriously, I'm sorry." She merely walks over to him and slaps him on the back of the head and utters the words that make Tony know that everything will be okay between them. "Do not apologize. It is a sign of weakness."
"Right." Without another word, they continue searching Abby's apartment, determined to figure out what happened to the poor goth.
Darkness and pain. There is no light. There is no hope. She tries to open her eyes but the room is cold and dark and bereft of furniture, except the bed she is lying on. Why is she here? What has she done? What do they want with her? Where is Gibbs? Is Ziva okay? Did they get her too? Just as she is about to attempt to get up or ask why she is being held, she feels a presence standing next to her and voice murmuring that she can't wake up, not yet. A needle pricks her arm. Then, everything goes black.
Back at NCIS, they tell Gibbs what they found at Abby's apartment.
Tony sighs. "Looks like they broke in through her window, Boss. She's on the first floor of the apartment building so it didn't look too difficult. They disabled the security cameras and broke the window with a bat. The room was a mess, so Abby clearly put up a fight. But we can't find any trace of where she is or who kidnapped her or why."
McGee looked up from his computer, where he had been frantically working for the last two hours, checking Abby's financial records, credit cards, email, and more. "Do you think they'll call us for a ransom, Boss?"
Gibbs looks at McGee and responds in the only way he is able to right now. He's being way too nice, which is scaring everyone. Nice Gibbs is scary Gibbs. Nice Gibbs means something has gone wrong. "I sure hope so, Tim. Then you can trace the call."
But no call comes, so they keep searching and searching and searching. It has been hours but they still have not found her.
It is late a night by now and Ziva is exhausted mentally and emotionally. She puts her head down on her desk and holds back her sobs. She is so scared. She feels a hand on her shoulder and looks up to find Tony's sympathetic face. "We'll get through this, Ziv. Can I get you some coffee?"
Ziva's eyebrows rise. Tony, being nice? That's even worse than Gibbs being nice. She just nods and orders her usual.
Tony leaves the room and Ziva's feeling of helplessness overwhelms her without her partner there to support her. "Where are you, Abby?" She whispers it and hopes that somehow, someway, Abby knows they are looking for her. And that Ziva will never give up looking.
Something, Abby isn't sure what, makes her wake up slightly. She almost feels as if someone has gently touched her shoulder for a moment, reminding her that she's not alone. "That's nice, Ziva." She knows it's Ziva because, next to Gibbs with his psychic mind and ability to show up right when she has found a clue during a case, Ziva is the only one who has the magical ninja powers that would make it possible for her to reach Abby. Not to mention, she holds Abby's heart. They are connected. Abby sighs again and ignores the one tear rolling down her cheek, wishing she had told Ziva before that she loves her. Now, it might be too late.