Chapter 9: Maps

A/N
I'm feeling really pumped up now. Especially since I promised myself I would be doing my homework for sure…
I am however in a little… weird mood, considering somewhere I just read this: you're the Jane to my Lisbon. So I told my friend, and added: you're the Abby to my Gibbs. =D So my friend replied: Than you're the kett to my caskett.
Whahaha isn't that funny? XD
This one won't be long, but at least you guys get "the proof" right?

Beta-Note
She probably won´t read this until after she posted it. She wrote my name wrong.. I´ve known her for 7 years or so, and she can´t even spell my name… Oh and with every chapter I get I have less mistakes to find, good job Loes-chan.. Any mistakes are mine, since I'm the beta.

A/N Yeah, well I did, too bad! Sorry readers, for getting caught up in our personal wars. :D I totally didn't misspell your name! I was just mentally… er… sleeping. That's all. v_v

Beta: Tino-chan, who is the Valentine to my Ruben. XD
Spoilers: none.
Disclaimer: see previous chapter

Preview
"Can we trace this?" He yelled.
"On it, boss!" Tony and McGee clasped some wires to his cell phone while Ziva connected them to an recorder. She gave Gibbs an OK-sign, who pressed the green button and pressed his phone to his ear.
"Hello?"

…..

Abby immediately knew it: executing her plan was going to be a lot harder than she thought. Because there wasn't just one man bringing in their breakfast. There were two; and they were armed. One of them was holding a small plate with food. The brownish black color suggested that whatever it was had been burned badly.
Considering the alarmed gazes she got from the others, two guards bringing in the food wasn't ordinary.
One of them placed the plate on the ground and immediately left, mumbling something in a foreign language. Abby recognized it as Italian, which was strange: being in Mexico and all. But aside from that, the man that had kidnapped her in front of Gibbs' house had been Italian, too, right?
The other guard scoffed at his departure. He walked towards Abby, hovering over her. The Goth girl gulped, shielding the two children behind her back and putting on her bravest look, eventhough on the inside she was terrified.
"You have two minutes," the guard said to her in broken English, handing her something. Abby hesitantly took it, staring at the black cell phone in her hand. She brought it to her ear and stammered: "Hello?"

….

"Hello?"
For a second, he couldn't utter a word, hearing her voice. There was no doubt that this was Abby.
His mind became blank. His Abby. He cleared his throat.
"Abs, your okay?" It hurt so much not to be able to be with her, to hold her and assure her everything would be okay...
"Gibbs?" She sounded surprised, unbelieving. Was it really him? Abby grasped the telephone between her hands, pressing it to her ear. "I'm… okay, I guess. Pretty scared, though. But this isn't my first kidnapping, so I'm sort of getting used to it. I guess. Like you could ever… get used to it." He heard the sadness, the fear in her voice. It made him rage inside, but he tried to keep his voice calm.
'Listen, I need you to answer with yes or no. Are you alone?"
"No. There are children and another man and-" Suddenly he couldn't hear anything anymore.
"Abbs? Abby!" He yelled in the phone. He was just about to go crazy, when she returned.
"Yes, sorry, I can't… talk about anything." She was crying. He formed his hands into fists. They were going to get it. He was going to hunt down every single one of those bastards and he would make them regret the day they were born…
"Please don't worry," Abby continued. She sounded a little strange, like she was trying not to tell him something. "I'm fine, We just got breakfast, too. An hour earlier than I would get it if I would be staying with you. Great, huh?" An hour earlier? He didn't get that.
"What do you mean, Abbs?" Staying with him? What was she talking about? Quickly, he grabbed a paper and a piece of paper and wrote it down.
"Something. Please don't worry too much. I'll be fine, please don't do whatever they're telling you to do, they're very mean sombrero people –Ouch!" He heard her scream on the other side of the line and panicked.
"Abby? Abby?" A different voice answered him.
"You do exactly as we tell and we will stop hurting her now. Otherwise you will probably not recognize her after we're done with her."
Gibbs closed his eyes. He couldn't do anything to stop them from hurting Abby. No matter what he did, right now, she was in danger. And it was his fault. His. He couldn't even protect the girl that he…
that he loved. Abby screamed again. His name.
"Alright. Please, stop! I'll stop all investigations. You win, just… just STOP hurting her!" He almost burst into tears, something he never experienced before in almost his entire life. The screams stopped. Before the man hung up, he could vaguely hear her in the background, yelling: "No, Gibbs, DON'T!"
But he made his decision. Nothing was as important as to get her safe. Whatever the case or whoever those criminals may be: catching them or doing justice just wasn't as important as getting her back. That realization struck him hard.
Gibbs noticed he was still standing like a statue, his phone still against his ear.
His team looked at him, almost confused.
"I, uh, couldn't finish tracing, boss. But I narrowed the place to this area," McGee said, pointing at a circle on a map.

Gibbs narrowed his eyes. He looked at the map and thought about what Abby had said. At least she wasn't… At least she was still alive.
His eye fell on the piece of paper. Breakfast… An hour earlier…
The pieces fell into place.
Different time zones.
A difference with one hour.
Sombrero.

Mexico.

A/N I know, I know, a short chapter this time. But I didn't really have time, so… sorry.