Chapter 2: Out of the blue eyes

A/N Hi Gabby fans! I probably died when I saw how many story alerts and reviews I got. It made me grin for almost half an hour. Honestly, you have no idea how happy you made me! * teary eyes* So if you want an overly happy me, all you gotta do is review. :)
So how did you like the title? :D I have to say I had a sort of black-out and mixed up my English with all of the other languages I speak. So if you find a few weird mistakes, you know why… Enough chit-chat: enjoy!

Leroy Jethro Gibbs wasn't much of a sleeper. Sometimes he even avoided the bed. It was one of his non-spoken rules: solving a case is more important than anything; even sleep. There were a lot of times they all had to stay up for multiple days. Besides, there were the nightmares, coming out of the night to haunt him.
But every human being needs sleep eventually, and after drinking a few glasses of bourbon, the special agent found himself in his bedroom. He looked at the empty bed, deeply in thoughts.

It had not always been this way. When they were still alive, he would wrap an arm around Shannon. Kelly would jump up and down on the bed and– NO. He wasn't ready to think about them.
Instead, he thought of someone else, someone who entered his mind more often every day. Sometimes, she would even keep the dreams away. Gibbs liked that, unlike so many people who did the same job, she stayed cheerful and honest. In a way, the forensic scientist was just as devoted to her job as he was. Of course, eventually she would find out that he was thinking about her this often. Maybe she already did. A few days ago, she caught him looking at her instead of at the evidence she just found. Instead of accusing him she smiled. And for a second, he believed it could be possible.
Even though she was so young and he was so bitter and, well, old. He closed his eyes in pain. It wouldn't be normal!
But Abby was not someone that you would exactly call "normal". She was… indescribable. He'd kissed her cheeks many times, but there was something different now. He felt a feeling he hadn't felt for so, so long.
He didn't believe it was something as complicated as being in love with her. But maybe, just maybe… it was as simple as that.

…..

One of the streetlights blinked when out of the blue, the door of a black van rattled open. It was parked across the street so she didn't hear it at first.
Three men climbed out and crossed the street Abby turned around in surprise. The first two were huge: they wore identical black coats and both had shaved heads. She couldn't make out their faces because of the broken streetlight. They walked on the two sides of the third man, who seemed very small in comparison.

The last man came closer in an elegant way, supporting himself with an expensive looking walking cane. He grinned at her. Abby saw a flash of his golden crowns and gave him a repulsive look. The three men were obviously looking at her. Something about them, about their timing, seemed hinky. So she looked away and wanted to open Gibbs' front door.
"It's no use trrrying the doorrr. He locked it," the last man addressed her with an deep accent. Italian, maybe?, the girl thought before she realized what he was saying. The Goth girl turned to them in surprise.
"What? No way, Gibbs never locks his door! He promised me, so no way!" She walked away from the house, back to the street were the three men were standing.
"How would you know that?" The look she got made her suddenly shiver. "Who are you?" The men made her feel uncomfortable. The first two were one step behind of the last man, who looked like he was in charge. He was dressed in expensive clothing and his black, oily hair, was combed to one side of his head. His eyes were black and his skin was tanned; he was obviously a foreigner.
Abby labeled the man in the middle as the 'Alpha man'. Someone used to get what he wanted, whenever he wanted it.

In other words: bad news.

"And just when we thought there was no way to get to someone close to the bastard." He grinned at her again. That, and the fact that she was wearing flat shoes, made her feel really small. Despite her fear, she gave him a dirty look.
"I repeat: who are you?" she asked with way more courage than she actually felt. The girl suddenly realized that she wasn't wearing her iron knuckles, or carried another kind of weapon with her. She'd been in such a hurry to get to Gibbs that she hadn't thought of it. But now, without her plateau heels and spikes, she almost felt not so much an invincible forensic scientist anymore.
The man let out an unpleasant laugh that made Abby want to get out of here. Now! She stepped back very slowly. Step by step she got closer to Gibbs garden walk. Inside, she was frantically begging him to be home. Please, please, be home…
"I," said the stranger with the golden teeth, invading her personal space. ''am Gibbs –he pronounced the name as Gibze- his worrrst nightmarrre." He breathed in her face and the smell of expensive cigars filled her nose. Now she was really frightened. The Goth girl tried to back away, but he grasped her wrist in an iron hold.
Bam.
The material arts course she took finally paid off.
Abby hit his face with all of her strength. The man screamed and his hands flew up to his wounded eye. The two others immediately rushed towards him. The girl used it to open Gibbs fence and ran to his door. If only she could press the doorbell… He would wake up and safe her. He had to!

But she didn't have enough time. Big hands grabbed her, pulled her back. No! I have to... reach…
She fought against the strong hold, clawed her fingers in his face. Kicked. Screamed. And then, for a second, the grip weakened. The forensic scientist immediately took advantage of it and bit in the man's arm.
It worked. She was free! The girl flew up the front steps and reached for the doorbell.
She could almost reach it now. Her fingers were inches from the shiny button.
Someone grabbed her arm just before she could push it. One of the two big men pressed a smelly piece of fabric over her mouth. "No no no no! I won't let you!" Abby screamed in a wave of fury. She managed to break his hold for a second, and in that second made a lunge for the doorbell. A cheerful sound resonated through the house.
I did it!

The fabric was pressed on her mouth once again. This time, however, she couldn't free herself. Slowly everything started to blur and her feet could no longer hold her up. She was lost. But there was also hope. 'Cause her silver haired fox must have heard the doorbell. She would be… saved… in no… time… at… a…ll.

…..

The sound of the doorbell woke him up. The first thing he did was to check if his gun was still under his pillow. It was. Then he glanced at his alarm clock. 3.30 am.
"What the hell…?" He grunted to himself before stepping out of bed very carefully. He went downstairs very quietly, but not without taking his gun with him. The house was dark and quiet. The only sounds he heard where from a car outside. He walked through his living room and opened his front door just a little bit, ready to shoot.

He glanced outside, and then pulled open his door.

Gibbs looked around. His blue eyes pierced the dark.

There was no one there.

A/N Heh heh… liked that cliffie?

But to be honest: Yes, this chapter sucked. I know. I had A LOT of trouble with it. I had to use the dictionary! :$ Please don't stop reading this story, though: it'll get better. I swear! Oh, and I promise that the next chapters will be updated faster! Especially around Christmas, I'll have a bit more time.