Is it possible to love and hate an episode at the same time?

Because this is how I feel about Abby's last episode. Pauley Perrette did an incredible job, but I still don't like what they did with her and Gibbs' relationship. And I'm absolutely not satisfied with the end of the episode, although it had beautiful moments too.

Sorry, but I had to get it out. Enjoy the next chapter

I don't own anything. The characters belong to CBS.

Chapter 2

"I need help, Leon. My whole team is gone. The only one I got left is Dr. Mallard, and he does know about computers as much as I do, which isn't much."

"We have many agents in the Navy Yard, Gibbs. Good people, who will find your team."

Leon Vance, director of NCIS, was shocked. Who would kidnap a whole team of federal agents? And why did they take Miss Sciuto, the forensic scientist, too?

"I need the best agents you can find. They shall try to reconstruct the last night of my team. Meanwhile, I will talk to Jake, Bishop's husband. He comes over, and I hope that he can tell me what happened to his wife."

"Tell me when you find something."

"I will."

Gibbs left Vance's office and returned to the squad room. He stopped when he saw the empty desks. Why didn't he trust his gut? Why did he wait so long until he checked on them? Maybe, he could have prevented this. If he…

"Don't."

Surprised, Gibbs blinked. Ducky stood in front of him and gave him one of his understanding looks. The old medical examiner knew his friend too well.

"It isn't your fault, Jethro. They are all grown-ups and trained agents."

"Abby is not an agent."

"True, but she knows how to fight. Just remember this insane assistant of her, who tried to kill her. She caught him with duct tape."

Gibbs smiled at the memory. Ducky was right. Abby knew how to fight. Wherever she was, she would drive her kidnappers crazy and would use everything she had to escape.

"What did Vance say?"

"He'll give me the best agents we have, and he wants to be informed."

"Good, is there anything I can help with?"

"Not yet, Duck. I call you if I have something for you."

"You'll find them. I know you will."

"Thank you, Duck. I just hope that it will be in time."

Vance didn't lie when he said he would organize the best agents of the Navy Yard. Gibbs got two computer specialists and ten agents, who tried to reconstruct the last night of his agents. The team leader walked from group to group and listened to their progress.

But they barely found out anything. With every hour that went by, Gibbs was ready to throw something out of the window. How was it possible that his team disappeared without leaving evidence behind?

At noon Jake arrived in the office. At first, Gibbs wanted to yell at him, why he was so late, but one look at the poor NSA-analyst and he changed his mind. Jake looked horrible. He had multiple cuts on his face and a patch above a head wound.

"Jake."

"Gibbs, any news on my wife?"

"We're still searching. Come with me."

Gibbs guided Bishop's husband in their conference room. They both could use a coffee. Although Gibbs would have liked to start the 'interrogation', he waited until Jake took a few sips of his coffee, which brought a little color back in his pale face.

"Jake, I need you to tell me what happened last night."

"Where shall I start?"

"Start with the moment you and Bishop left the office."

"Ehm, okay. I'll try. After we had said good night to you all, we went to my car…"

Bishop and Jake walked to the parking lot. Both were tired because it had been a long day. The NCIS-team had caught the murderer of a petty officer, but it had been a long hunt, which had cost them days. Bishop sighed when she sank into the soft seat of the car. Jake took the driver seat, and then he turned to his wife.

"Do you want to eat something?"

"All I want right now is to drive home and to go straight to bed."

"I'm in. But first I need a little snack. I'm starving. What do you think about a quick stop at McDonald's, and then we drive home?"

"Sure, I think a little trip won't kill me."

Jake took the drive inn, so they wouldn't lose much time. They made it to the first window when Bishop saw the three masked men, who stormed armed into the restaurant. Only a few seconds later the couple heard screams and gunshots. Bishop drew her gun and opened her door.

"Ellie, don't! There are three of them and each of them has a gun. You can't win this fight. Let us call the police, and let's hope that those three won't see us."

"I can't let them get away, Jake. You stay here and call the police. I'll make sure that they won't leave."

"Ellie…"

"I'm a federal agent. I have to do this."

Then she left him behind and sneaked to the front door of the McDonalds. The masked men were still inside. Quickly, Jake made the call to the police, then he followed his wife.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the car?" hissed Bishop.

"You did, but I can't allow you to fight these men alone."

"That's stupid, Jake. I have field training, you don't."

"I don't care. I'll help you."

"You will only get killed!"

"Well, well, look who we have here. Two little love birds, who want to play CIA."

Shocked, the couple looked into a gun, which was pointed at them. Apparently, they had missed the fourth man.

"Give me the gun, lady."

"You make a big mistake," Bishop said, but she handed over her gun.

"I don't think so. Hey guys! I've got her!"

Now, the former NSA-analyst was surprised. What did he mean? Was this a trap?

"Wait. Do you mean that you waited for us?"

"We followed you since you left the Navy Yard."

"Why?"

"Because we got the order to do it."

"So you're gonna kill us?" asked Jake with his hands up.

"Her? No. We shall bring her to our principal alive. But he didn't say a word about you."

"Well, then I have to tell you that you won't get my wife that easily."

Quickly, Jake stood up and threw himself on the fourth man. He needed three attempts to knock his opponent out.

"Ellie, run!"

Together, they ran back to their car. They almost reached it, when suddenly a shot was heard. Bishop saw how her husband fell to the ground and screamed.

"JAKE!"

She was by his side within seconds and pressed her hands on his bleeding wound. The bullet had hit his left shoulder, and he was losing blood really quick.

"Take the woman. Leave the man. We only get paid for her," a man said.

Bishop didn't see them coming. She only had eyes for her bleeding husband, which was a big mistake. One of the masked men used his gun to hit her. Unconscious, she landed on Jake, who couldn't move, because of the pain. The men grabbed Bishop and pulled her to their car. Then they drove away.

"… I woke up in the hospital. Someone must have called the police and an ambulance. The doctor said, I was lucky that they arrived that fast, because I had lost a lot of blood."

"Can you tell me anything about those men?"

"No, I'm sorry. They all wore masks, and the fourth men had the same height as me. That's all. I can't tell you what hair color they have or which car they used. I saw nothing."

"Alright, I will find her. All agents search for her and the other's and I won't stop until they are all back. I promise."

"I know. I just wish I could be more helpful."

"You were shot. Go home, take a nap. Recover from your blood loss. I'll call you if we find something."

"Okay," Jake sighed.

Carefully, he walked with Gibbs back to the office. The NSA-analyst didn't look good. The little color he had recovered from the coffee was gone again.

"An agent will drive you home."

"No, you need all these agents to search for Ellie. I'll call a cab. I'm fine, Gibbs. Just find my wife."

Gibbs watched how Jake went into the elevator. It took him really hard that he hadn't protected his wife properly, and Gibbs understood his feeling. He had it every time one of his team members were in danger, just like now. It killed him that he knew nothing about their whereabouts.

"Agent Gibbs. Did Mr. Malloy have some news for us?" one of the agents asked.

Gibbs knew that the man had introduced himself to him, but he couldn't remember any of their names if he had to be honest.

"No, he and Agent Bishop tried to take masked men in custody when they tried to rob a restaurant, but they failed. Instead, one of them shot Mr. Malloy, and the four men kidnapped Agent Bishop."

"Can he describe the men?"

"Didn't you listen? I said they wore masks."

"Sorry, you're right. Could he see their car?"

"No, he wasn't helpful actually. At least, he could tell me what happened last night. I want you to call the police. Ask if they have some news on the car and if they have video footage from the McDonalds restaurant. Mr. Malloy gave me the address. Instruct your team that they are not supposed to take a no for an answer. I want this footage. Then send it down to Abby. She will…"

It took Gibbs a moment to realize what he just said. He had said this sentence almost every day that it came so easily over his lips. But this time, his little girl couldn't help him. This time, another forensic scientist would be in her lab. And all because he didn't check on her.

"Then take the videos down to the lab. I want them to analyze every picture," Gibbs sighed.

The agent in front of him seemed to understand his situation because he didn't make a stupid comment or corrected him. He just waited until Gibbs had organized his thoughts again.

"I'm on it, Sir."