A/N Welcome back! Since it's Carnaval, a Dutch festival, I have no school for a week. In other words, I'm determined to finish this story. Oh, and this one will have Tiva scenes! Anyone against it?
I don't think this story will go one for much longer, maybe 2 or 3 chapters after this one.. We'll see. I always tend to make everything longer than I planned. Oh well.
Thanks to Tino, as usual, who keeps sneaking in "Beta-notes". XD She wasn't my Beta for this chapter though! It's really late but I couldn't wait and just had to finish it.
And thanks to Jip, my cat, who keeps meowing at me, ordering me to keep writing after the point where my eyeballs have fallen out and my fingers won't type anymore.
Beta: No Beta. There will be mistakes. Maybe, tomorrow, I'll put some improves here and there.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: No. :(

Preview:
Reluctantly, the senior agent got out and started walking again. He watched the car leave with pain in his heart. Suddenly, he saw someone stumbling across the road.

A little girl with torn clothing and a dirty braid was slowly coming his way. Tears ran down her face and he saw she was barefooted. But the strangest was the color of her hair: you didn't really see many people with blonde hair around here. Besides, it was already five in the evening. The heat was slowly decreasing and the sun was already starting its way down. Tony frowned concerned and walked towards the little girl. She was looking wildly around her and it looked like she could fall down any moment.
"Hello little one, are you lost?" he asked, concerned, and kneeled down at her feet. Bright blue eyes looked at him in wonder, but she didn't say anything.
"Right, you're probably not English. Uhh… Right…"
"Are you a tourist?" she asked suddenly, crossing her hands for her chest, staring at him. Tony grinned.
"So you do speak English! No, I'm not a tourist. I'm with N-" He abruptly stopped talking. They weren't in their jurisdiction right now, and moreover: they weren't even allowed to be here. He couldn't tell the little girl he was from NCIS. So, what should he say then? "I'm just… someone." Oh yeah, really smooth Dinozzo.
"Oh." The girl's face fell and she bit her lip. She rubbed her hands against each other nervously.
"How did you get here? Are you lost?" He flashed his famous Dinozzo smile to make her feel comfortable, but she walked away without saying another word.
"Hey, wait up! Come on, don't walk away. Maybe I can help you? Bring you home?" Tony was never really good with children, and he couldn't think of anything to say as he watched her leave. Suddenly he heard the noise of an engine , he saw a car speeding his way. He didn't even have to see the model or color of the car to know who it belonged to: the driving style spoke for itself. Tony patiently waited for the car to arrive, but the little girl just freaked out. She wildly looked around her, and finally decided that Tony was the safer option. In a few seconds she was hiding behind his back, her hands firmly grasping his coat. Before the special agent could turn around and ask her what she was doing, the car came to a halt before him. The car door flew open and the window was scrolled down,
"Dinozzo," Gibbs snapped. He threw an object at Tony, who automatically caught it. He looked down at was his badge.
"Ah," Tony said understanding. Holding the shiny thing up. "Thanks, Gibbs." Then girl behind him sharply sucked in a breath and peeked with her head around Tony's waist.
"Are you Leroy Jethro Gibbs?" She asked hopefully. Both man stared at her.
"Yeah. How do you know that?" the silver haired agent asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Abby told me to call NCIS and ask for Leroy Jethro Gibbs and tell you," she summarized, digging into her memory. "Because you would… come and fine me?" Gibbs and Dinozzo both gaped at her.
"Abby… Abby told you?" Gibbs asked in a hoarse voice while the senior agent could still not utter a word. The girl nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, she told me to… call…" Her legs gave out and she sagged to the ground. Dinozzo caught her just in time and threw a look at Gibbs, speechless. They put her in the car, making sure she was resting as comfortable as possible in the backseat.
" Heatstroke," Gibbs said short, starting the engine, while Tony got in too, closing the door behind him. He went to sit next to the girl carefully.
"I tell you Gibbs, that was one of the weirdest things I've ever experienced!" Tony whispered, leaning forward. "Except you driving this slowly, that is." Gibbs rolled his eyes unnoticed. "Sooo," He put on his mystery voice. "You figured out who this is, yet?"
"Oh yeah," his boss replied, staring rigidly out of the windshield. "Yeah, I who she is. Don't you, Dinozzo?" He was looking very calm on the outside, but on the inside he was anything but calm. They had a clue. And not just a clue; a vital one. Something, or rather someone, who had seen Abby, talked to her. This was it; that thing he'd been waiting for. Finally there was a chance that he would find her, find her fast. Because time was running out. Two days, the kidnapper had told him. Two days to supposedly get a criminal out of prison. As if he would do that. He narrowed his eyes in contempt . They should know better than to mess with him; hell, they should know better than to mess with NCIS. After a glance in the rearview mirror he concluded that the girl was still under and wasn't going to be able to tell them anything tonight. He decided that the child should eat and sleep first since it was obvious that she'd been through a lot.
"Boss?" Tony whispered loudly for the second time, interrupting his thoughts. "I think I… don't exactly… know what you're talking about…" The uncertainty in his voice spoke for itself.
"You think, Dinozzo?" Sometimes he wondered why he relied on the man so much.

It wasn't long until they got back to the hotel. Tony tugged on his seat belt and freed himself, clumsily picking up the girl to meet his boss at the front of the hood. Gibbs raised one eyebrow at him and offered to take her over. Dinozzo gladly handed her over, relieved to be released of the burden of having a little girl sleeping with him and Ziva. Right! He was going to share a room with Ziva… A vague smile spread out over his face. He knew the Israeli woman would have his head if he tried something, but where would be the fun in that if he didn't? Now that they finally had a clue to Abby's whereabouts, the senior agent felt suddenly more certain of himself. The hope had returned; the hope that they were going to find her on time. Tony followed Gibbs in the hotel, where they retrieved their keys. They went upstairs, through a small corridor with several, identical doors on both sides. Tony checked the label in his key: number 225. He'd just passed door number 115, so kept walking right behind Gibbs, who seemed to know his way perfectly. Tony sighed as he looked at the tense back of his boss. They were all so afraid and when they'd thought she'd died… His world had collapsed for a second. But Gibbs –he'd never seen him that way. The way he had looked couldn't be described in words. Tony almost stumbled over the dull carpet as Gibbs abruptly stood still in front of a door with number 224 on it. The silver haired man gave him a small nod as to say goodnight and went through the door, leaving Tony in the corridor.
So I guess that means no joint dinner? He thought, feeling a bit of regret. Oh well, they could always order room service. He jumped when he heard soft puking noises from the room next to Gibbs'. Thank god they didn't put him with McGee now that he was ill. The next door was, of course, his. The unlocked it and slowly let it swing open, wary. He didn't want a knife or anything sharp –she could, after all, kill him with at least 200 different things- accidentally flying his way. But fortunately, nothing happened. The room was quite big; there was a double bed with what he thought was an adjoining bathroom. There were two closets, one already filled with Ziva's clothes and the other one empty. On the left side of the room was a heater with one towel hanging over it. Tony guessed that Ziva had the other one –he could hear the shower running. He suddenly felt very tired and sat down on the bed, running his hand through his hair. Thinking: room service. Thinking: I want to take a shower, too. Thinking…. Hold on.
Wait a second.

One bed?

At the same time, he heard the noise of the shower stop. After a few minutes, the lock was turned and Ziva walked out, wearing a long nightshirt. She froze midway as she spotted him, sitting on the bed.
"What. The hell. Are you doing in my room?" she hissed, her eyes flaming. Great. Nobody told her yet.
"Uh," Tony raised his hands in a gesture of innocence. "It wasn't my decision; McGee is sick. He's probably puking his guts out right now and Gibbs said… said.." he stammered, slowly backing away from her murderous look – and probably intentions. She halted, putting a hand in her side.
"How did it go, did you find anything?" she suddenly asked, her voice soft. Tony realized that the Israeli woman really cared a lot about Abby. She was even willing to put her resentment about them sleeping together in one bed aside… or maybe she hadn't thought of that part, yet. Though, Tony understood that the two were close, maybe just as close as he and Abby were, and he gave her a careful smile.
"We found… something big!" He had to give everything he had to keep him from yelling in his joy. "A girl who claims that Abby send her to find Gibbs!" Ziva gasped and Tony couldn't fight back a grin. "It's a really young girl and she passed out before we could ask how she knew all that, but Gibbs is certain that she's telling the truth," he finished. Ziva frowned.
"How?"
"He said he knew who she was, which I think is," he lowered his voice, "really strange."
"Hmm…" She gave him a pondering look. "How old did you say she was?"
"About.. Five or six?"
"Blonde hair?"
"Okay, that's really creepy. Do you and Gibbs, what, share the same crazy genius mind or something?" Tony asked in disbelief. Ziva snorted.
"I just thought you went to see a little girl with blonde hair today, yes? Whose twin sister was missing?" Tony could almost slap himself on the back of his head. Of course. Of course!
"Of course!" he told Ziva. "It's the other girl… Uh… I think it was Danai… And if Jadelyn was being held at the same place as Abby -" "Then so was Danai!" Ziva finished, looking up at him with a hint of tears in her dark brown eyes. "We finally have a real clue, Tony!" she whispered, and before he knows it she wrapped him a hug. Dinozzo, taken aback, automatically closed his arms around her and pressed her to his chest, burying his face in her hair. This felt good, it felt right-
"What are you doing?" Ziva freed herself with confusion written all over her face. She raised one eyebrow dangerously. "You try something like that again and I swear.." she searched for words, and in that moment Tony's recovered enough to grab the small phone that was placed next to the bed and said the magic word: room service?

Xxxx

Gibbs fought every thought involving his daughter when he watched the girl, the scared, abused, little girl, drink from a bottle of water like every gulp was going to be her last one. He was beyond furious at the people who'd done this to such a young girl. Her hair had lost its sheen and her cheeks were hollow. When she'd put on new clothes, his old shirt, to be clear; the one Abby had used when she'd stayed over during the Michael-case, he noticed that you could count her ribs. The shirt was more like a dress to her, though, and it made her look even smaller. Malnutrition, heatstroke, forced to leave under poor circumstances –let alone the trauma it probably gave her. It made him nauseous. But it also made him terrified about what had happened to Abby, what was still happening right now. When Danai was done eating, he put her in one of the two beds – he briefly wondered if he'd gotten the right room – and decided to rest a little bit himself, too. Soon, though, he found that he just could not sleep. It was dark outside, just like the night she was abducted, not even that long ago. It felt like months had passed while in fact it was just mere days. A small beam of moonlight shone in through a space between the curtains. Gibbs felt too tired to get up and close them completely, so he just focused on that pale fleck of light on the floor. Moonlight. It was the only thing connecting him to her right now, because he knew she enjoyed watching it, too. Was she watching it now? He liked to think she was. Maybe, hopefully, she was doing just that; wishing that he would come and safe her. Maybe it would make her feel just a little less alone. Oh, how he wished he could take all of her pain away right now, pulling her in his arms and never letting her go ever again. He would make sure no one ever would touch her again –hell, he'd create an official rule about it. Touch Abby and you're dead or something like that. Make Abby cry and I will let you die. He was sure Dinozzo would love that one. With a chuckle on his lips, he felt his eyes closing down on him, dragging him away to a redemptive sleep.

A/N And that's it! We're getting close! I wasn't planning to make this all about Gibbs and Tony but what can I say? It just happened.
Since my Beta is asleep right now, ;) I had to ask some help at my other best friend: Mister Google Translator. He can be wrong sometimes. The next update will come soon, too. I finally have it all planned out! :)