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Chapter 3
NCIS:
The elevator dinged, and Abby bounced out; heading for the bullpen, carrying a tote bag emblazon with the Louisiana state flag. "Hi everyone. Did y'all miss me? I missed everyone. Hey – where's Gibbs?" Abby stopped short upon seeing the empty desk, her sweeping gaze taking in the missing persons bulletins on the large plasma screen. "And why is Randi's and Jayma's pictures up on the screen?"
"Umm..." Tim stuttered.
"The boss is in Miami on a case," Tony reported, while clicking the remote – changing the monitor to a blank screen.
"That doesn't explain Randi's and Jayma's pictures," Abby demanded, training her laser green gaze on the three agents.
"Randi and Jayma went missing two months ago," Ziva explained.
"Missing!" Abby exploded. "Where? How?"
"Randi has been found in Miami," Tony said quickly, hoping to keep Abby calm.
"But what about Jayma?" Abby asked hopefully.
"Jayma is still missing," Tim replied.
"I gotta talk to Gibbs," Abby said. "There must be something that I can do to help." Snatching the receiver off the phone sitting on Gibbs' desk.
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Gibbs retrieved his vibrating phone from his pocket, stepping out into the hallway outside the conference room at the CSI lab. "Gibbs."
"Why didn't you call me when you first found out about Randi and Jayma?"
"Hi Abs," Gibbs sighed. "And I didn't call you because I didn't want to interrupt your vacation."
"That's no excuse Gibbs. Randi is one of my closest friends. But we'll talk about that when you get back," Abby replied. "Tony said that Randi was found in Miami. Is Randi okay? Was she hurt at all?"
"Randi will be okay."
"And Jayma. I need to know Gibbs. Have you found that little girl yet?"
"Not yet."
"Poor Randi. She must be beside herself with worry. Gibbs, ask Randi if Jayma had her teddy bear with her."
"Why?"
"Just do it Gibbs," Abby ordered.
"Just a minute," Gibbs stepped back into the conference room where Randi was talking quietly with Horatio and Ryan. The two CSIs trying to gather more information from Randi. "Randi, I have Abby on the phone. She wants to know if Jayma had her teddy bear with her."
"Gunnybear? Of course she did. Jayma refuses to go anyway without her Gunnybear. That bear is her security blanket. She eats, plays and sleeps with Gunnybear."
"Randi says yes," Gibbs spoke into his cellphone. "Why do you need to know about Jayma's bear?"
"Because I got Tim to program a GPS chip which I implanted inside the bear before we gave it to Jayma," Abby explained. "Maybe we can track Jayma this way."
"Do it," Gibbs ordered before shutting the phone and looking at Randi and Horatio. "Apparently they stuck some of kind of tracking device in Jayma's bear."
"A GPS chip?" Horatio asked.
"Yes."
"Mr. Wolfe, contact NCIS and get the information required to activate the chip. And give it to Emmie, and ask her to start scanning the state for possible hits," Horatio requested, before turning towards Randi, who was sitting in a wheelchair; dressed in scrubs. "We will do everything in our power to find your daughter. You have my word on that."
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Abby hung the phone up, before dashing toward the elevator – pulling Tim behind her. "Come on, Timmy. We've got a bear that we need to track."
"Huh?" Tim's round face looked puzzled.
"I'll explain down in the lab," Abby's floated out from behind the closing elevator doors.
"What was that all about?" Tony looking quizzically at Ziva who shrugged.
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Randi looked up when Gibbs opened the door of their adjoined rooms to see a tall woman with a fit, husky stature with chin length brown hair which had a slight wave and green eyes, standing beside Ryan Wolfe; both of them holding several shopping bags. "Hi Agent Gibbs I'm Ryan Wolfe and this is my wife Emmie Wolfe. May we come in?"
Gibbs swung the door open in response as Randi watched the couple carefully.
"I know about your clothing situation and I wanted to bring some clothes for you to wear, so you don't have to continue to wear those hospital scrubs," Emmie explained to Randi, indicating the various bags.
"Oh, thank you. That is very kind of you."
"What do you say about us going to your room so you can try them on? I brought several outfits in various sizes, along with shoes and stuff," Emmie invited.
Randi looked at Gibbs uncertainly, who quickly said, "Go ahead. I'll be right here.'
Next door, Randi was overwhelmed at Emmie Wolfe's generosity. "This is so generous of you. But I can't pay you for the clothes right now. I don't have any money with me."
"No need," Emmie smiled. "You've been thru a rough time, so don't worry about it. It's our gift to you."
"Thank you. You are so kind."
"No thanks are necessary," Emmie shrugged.
Randi selected several conservative blouses and slacks, careful to choose outfits that would hide her various scars with Emmie's help, along with a pair of low heeled sandals – even though she could only wear one sandal because of the cast on her left foot. Emmie had thoughtfully included several changes of bra and panty sets, and make-up. Randi sighed as she looked in the mirror after changing out the shapeless scrubs into one of her new outfits, and Emmie had skillfully applied a light application of make-up; helping to minimize the angry scar that ran down the side of her face. "I'm scared that Jayma won't recognize me when she sees me. She's not used to seeing me with this awful, short hair."
"Oh?" Emmie questioned.
"I've been wearing my hair chin length and coloring it a dark red," Randi said sadly; rubbing her shorn head. "Not that I don't appreciate all that you've done for me. The clothes and everything, they are just beautiful quality. Thank you so much."
"I'm happy to be able to help," Emmie replied. "Now are you ready to model your new outfit for Agent Gibbs?"
The two men looked up as Randi stepped carefully into the room with Emmie supporting her due to her cast, looking shyly at Gibbs. Gibbs smiling as Randi walked towards him. "Hey – you look beautiful as always."
Randi frowned and shook her head in denial.
"We'll leave now and let you two have some peace," Ryan said, after exchanging glances with his wife.
"Oh, I almost forgot. There's a small suitcase here for Randi. I assumed that you would need something to pack your clothes in – for your trip back," Emmie said, indicating the bag that Ryan had been carrying.
"Thank you," Gibbs said, as Randi carefully sat down in the chair while the couple exited their room and Gibbs shut the door behind them. "Now, how about us going downstairs for some supper?"
"Do we have to go downstairs?" Randi asked.
"We can just order some room service if you would be more comfortable."
"I'm sorry to be such a pain," Randi whispered.
"Hey," Gibbs replied. "Remember what I said about apologizing."
"Yeah, it's a sign of weakness," Randi replied with a trembling smile.
"So do you have any preferences on what you want to eat?" Gibbs asked, picking up the room service menu from beside the phone.
"You decide," Randi shrugged. "I'm not really hungry."
Gibbs frowned slightly before quickly ordering a simple meal of roasted chicken breasts and herbed rice with a light fruit salad for dessert. While Randi sat and watched the people walking on the street below. "The food will soon be here," Gibbs said, turning from the phone.
"Thank you," Randi said absently.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Gibbs asked, sitting down in the opposite chair – facing Randi.
"What's to talk about?" Randi shrugged. "I was kidnapped and my daughter is missing."
"I know."
"You know nothing," Randi snapped. "My baby is missing, and I don't even know where she is. I don't even know if she is still alive. And I don't remember what happened to me before waking up in the hospital," Randi said, breathing heavily, her voice thick with unshed tears. "My daughter is out there somewhere. And I don't know if she's safe or if she's being abused."
"I know," Gibbs whispered.
"You don't know the pain that I'm feeling right now!" Randi shrieked angrily, standing up – her small hands with the scarred tips – doubling up into fists. "You don't know! So don't patronize me by saying you know how I'm feeling!"
Reacting quickly Gibbs quickly captured Randi's hands in his larger hands before she could hit him in the chest. "Believe me Randi, I do know the pain of loosing a daughter. I do know what you are feeling," his voice harsh with pain. "My daughter Kelly was only eight years old when her and her mother were murdered by a drug dealer."
"What?" Randi stopped struggling. "Murdered? Oh dear God, Jethro. You don't think that Jayma has been murdered? No, no, my baby can't be dead."
"No, no, not Jayma," Gibbs replied, this time in sign. "I was talking about my daughter – Kelly and her mom. They were murdered by a drug dealer," he explained. "You can't give up hope on finding Jayma."
"Oh Jethro," Randi cried, sinking back down on the chair. "You must consider me a terrible mother."
"What?" Gibbs stared at Randi. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I failed to keep my daughter safe from harm. I failed in my duty as a mom. I wasn't able to keep Jayma from being kidnapped."
"Randi," Gibbs whispered. "That is not true. You tried your damnest. You almost died from your injuries. In fact the people who found you and the first officer on the scene thought that you were dead. You were in a coma for several weeks."
"But it shouldn't have happened in the first place," Randi cried.
"It's wasn't your fault," Gibbs snapped, shaking Randi's shoulders. "It wasn't your fault that all this happened to you." Looking away from Randi when a knock sounded at the door. "It looks like our food is here."
"I'm not hungry," Randi muttered, heading for the bathroom.
"Damn," Gibbs swore before stalking over to over the door to admit the room service waiter with their food. "Just leave the cart. We'll serve ourselves," Gibbs said, pressing several bills into the man's hand after he pushed the cart into the room.
"Thank you sir, and enjoy your meal."
Gibbs stared at the closed bathroom door before knocking hard on the door. Hoping that Randi would feel the vibrations.
"What!" Randi yanked the door open, revealing red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"Our food is here. And you need to eat something."
"I'm not hungry," Randi replied.
"Come sit with me while I eat," Gibbs coaxed, hoping that the smell of food would make Randi want to eat something. "Just keep me company while I eat. I don't like to eat by myself."
"Now I know that's a damn lie," Randi snorted.
"I know," Gibbs smiled. "Is it working?"
In response, Randi allowed herself to led over to where their supper was waiting. Gibbs quickly placed a plate of chicken, rice and vegetables in front of his reluctant dinner guest before serving himself. Randi watched Jethro eat for several minutes before allowing herself to give into her body's demands for food.
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Later that night Jethro woke up when he realized that Randi had quietly entered his room and was sitting up in the big chair in the dim light that was shining from the bathroom, which had been left on when Randi had tearfully requested that it be left on due to her night terrors – a effect from her terrifying experiences. Sitting up, Gibbs reached over to snap on the bedside lamp on. "What's wrong?" he signed.
"Can't sleep. Too many nightmares," Randi replied softly.
"Want to talk about them?"
"I don't really remember them. I just know that they terrify me."
"Do you want something to help you sleep? Dr. Woods gave me some mild sedatives in case you needed them."
"No more pills!" Randi signed angrily. "They make me feel weird and I don't like feeling that way."
"Okay, no pills – I promise." They talked silently for a bit until he noticed her struggling to stay awake. "Why don't you go to bed? You need to get some sleep."
"Don't want to sleep," Randi replied.
"Because of the dreams?"
"Yeah."
"Want to lie beside me? Maybe that will help to keep them at bay."
"Right here will be fine," Randi refused with a shake of her head, curling her legs under her – in the big, easy chair. Gibbs got up and tucked a blanket over Randi, who said. "Thank you."
A short while later, Gibbs woke when he felt the bed dipping on the side – looking over – seeing Randi slipping in bed beside him. Randi looked up startled when she realized that Jethro was awake. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."
"More dreams?"
"Uh-huh."
"Come here," Gibbs invited. "Let's see if I can help you chase those nasty dreams away."
"Thank you," Randi smiled briefly before allowing herself to be gathered in his comforting embrace. Her weary body finally sinking into a much needed, dreamless slumber.
Gibbs laid quietly, his mind flashing back to memories of Kelly and Shannon. And of the three women that he had married in hopes of recovering what he and Shannon had shared. Then back to when Abby had introduced him to Randi. At how Randi had woven herself into his heart and into his eclectic team. At how her daughter had captured his hardened heart; wrapping it firmly around her little pinkie. And at how his day seemed to brighten whenever Randi was within his vicinity before allowing himself to go to sleep; breathing in her unique scent.
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Abby walked up to Tim's desk where he was typing furiously on his keyboard. Tony and Ziva were arguing about movie lines. "Anything on Jayma yet?
"No hits in in this state," Tim reported.
"Maybe Jayma was taken out of state," Ziva stated. "These motorcycle gang members that were found dead in Rock Creek Park where Randi's stolen rental car was found. They were based in San Diego, yes?"
"There is no evidence to say that they are connected," Tim looked over at Ziva.
"Wrong Probie," said Tony, hanging up the phone. "That was Gibbs. He says that Randi remembers being with 'Satan's Spawn'. So we need to check every possible routes to Miami where Randi was found. And also routes to San Diego; their home base."
"I will contact some of my contacts. They may have heard chatter about Jayma," Ziva said, swinging around to pick up her phone.
"That poor little girl," Abby said, twisting her hands. "She must be missing her mommy. And Randi is probably going out of her mind with worry. And Gibbs won't tell me why Randi has been missing for two months. Maybe Randi has amnesia or something. I'm gonna go talk to Ducky. Maybe Gibbs has been talking to him about Randi's condition." Abby whirled around, heading for the elevator; determined on getting some answers.
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Ducky hung up the phone when Abby scurried into the large, cavernous autopsy lab. "What can I do for you, my dear Abigail?"
"Ducky, I need to know. Have you been talking to Gibbs about Randi? Do you know how Randi is really doing?"
"I don't understand what you mean," Ducky said, while pouring himself a cup of tea.
"Come one Ducky. There's gotta be a reason as to why we didn't know that Randi and Jayma were missing for two months. Where was Randi all this time? Why didn't Randi go the authorities? Or does she have amnesia or something?"
Calm down dear," Ducky soothed. "Sit down and have some tea while I tell you what I know."
"I can't sit down. I can't relax until Jayma and Randi are together and back home – safe and sound," Abby said before plopping down in the other chair. "I hate it when Gibbs won't tell me everything."
"You know that is just his way," Ducky chuckled.
"I know," Abby sighed. "It still sucks you know."
"I know dear," Ducky said, patting the Goth's hand. "Now about Randi." The elderly M.E. began explaining about what he knew about Randi's condition to a concerned Abby.
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Upstairs in the bullpen, Tim looked up from his monitor with barely suppressed excitement. "I got a hit on Gunnybear's GPS."
"What are you talking about?" Tony asked. "What is a Gunnybear – Elf Lord? One of your furry friends."
"No. Gunnybear is Jayma's teddy bear – the one that we gave Jayma. Abby had a GPS chip sewed into the bear," Tim patiently explained.
"So where is 'Gunnybear'?" Tony asked sarcastically.
"The signal is coming from John Hopkins Medical Centre in New York," Tim reported.
"Are you sure about that? Is that not out of our tracking range?" Ziva asked.
"Ordinarily yes. Abby had me modify this GPS chip before she stitched it inside the bear."
"We've got to call the boss," Tony said, snatching the phone receiver out of the cradle. "You double check on Gunnybear's location Probie."