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It took me longer than last time to write this chapter. Bad, but at least I wrote it, and that's something! Right! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Anything. Now you probably understood it! : )

Abby was in her lab and stared at one of the computer screens. Nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing! She needed results! She had expanded the search. Now, she looked through the interpol database. That could take a while and she knew it, but her lack of patience was no wonder considering the circumstances. She turned around on her chair and considered what to do till she got a match. Or didn't get one.

Her stuffed hippo Bert sat next to a little wooden cat¹ on a shelve behind her. Loud music was blaring through the lab, Abby didn't listen to it but it somehow helped her to concentrate. She grabbed Bert and turned her chair again. She had promised herself that she wouldn't start sobbing again but that promise was very hard to keep. Suddenly the music stopped.

Abby immediately turned her chair again and jumped out. "Gibbs!" she yelled. "Did you find him? What do you want? Do you have new evidence?" The investigator shook his head.

"No. I was just checking if you have anything for me, Abbs!" She nodded and grabbed one of the coffee cups and showed it Gibbs.

"I found out in which branch he bought this! You could..."

"...check if someone has seen anything! Thanks, Abbs!" She nodded and quickly gave him the information.

"Are you okay, Abby?" he suddenly asked. She looked up. "Ye-yes! It's okay. I'm fine as long as you bring him back safe and sound!"
Gibbs nodded slowly. "I'll try."

He then kissed her on the cheek and walked out again. But instead of smiling at his gesture as usual Abby looked at him with concern. After he was gone, the goth turned on the music again and went back to work.

"Looks like el jefe is not the only coffee addicted in DC." joked Tony, when they entered the full coffee shop. No one reacted in any way to his comment, and the senior agent didn't really find it funny too. The situation was just to crappy to crack jokes. Or to laugh.

Tony turned around to check if Ziva and Gibbs were still with him when he heard loud shouts of protest because his boss fought(and literally fought) to get to the counter. Tony and Ziva followed him, muttering apologies to the ranting customers.

"Sorry Sir, but you have to wait, you can't just..."

"NCIS!" interrupted Gibbs, showing his badge. The seller frowned. "What is NCIS?" he asked. Usually he found it annoying-and a bit embarrassing, that the people didn't know what NCIS was, but this time, Gibbs couldn't care less.

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service! I want to ask you a few questions!" The young man looked at the customers, who started whispering, and then back to Gibbs. "Naval Criminal...Sir, I'm sorry, but I know no one in the Navy. Well, my great-grandfather was a marine, but he died from cancer and I don't think that..."

"Do you know this man?" interrupted Gibbs(again :P), while he held up a picture of McGee. The seller shrugged. "Don't think so."

"He was here, this morning!" said Tony. Gibbs stared at the seller with a glance, that made the man step back, involuntary. "I'm sorry, but I came at 1pm, that wasn't during my shift, if you want to know something, you have to ask Linda!"

After a bit more uncomfortable conversation with the seller, his name was Steve, or Stan, Tony didn't only remembered that it started with "St", Steward?(OMG, I have to laugh so hard right now, because I googled names with St and I found (on a german page) Stein! That means stone in German, OMG, I can't believe that some people call their son Stein! xD !)

However, St... gave them the number of his colleague Linda Jenkins as well as an address and Gibbs, Tony and Ziva immediately left to pay her a visit. Gibbs didn't want to call her, because her statement "isn't trustworthy on the phone".

After they knocked, a blond woman, who looked as young as St... , opened and eyed them curious. "Yes?" she asked. Her voice was a bit shrill and annoying but at all she seemed to be a much more useful person to ask, than her colleague.

"NCIS, can we come in?" said Gibbs. She looked at his badge and nodded.

"How can I help you?" she asked, after they all sat down on the big red couch. Gibbs pulled out the picture of McGee again and held it up. "Do you know this man?"
Linda smiled. "Yes, that's Tim. I don't know his surname, though. He comes sometimes and he is always very nice. He came today too. I mean, to the shop where I work, not to my place, I don't know him that good. He ordered...four coffees and something to eat." Tony nodded and she smiled even brighter. But suddenly, the smile faded and she looked from Gibbs to Tony and back to Gibbs. "What happened? Did he do something?"

"No, Ma'am, he...he disappeared. Do you have seen anything important when he was there? Did you see anyone who acted suspicious?" asked Ziva. Linda thought briefly.

"No, not really. Oh wait, yes. Stan was there too. When Tim left, he left as well, just out of nothing. It could be coincidence, but I just noticed it because Stan had been there since I opened the shop today. But like I said, it could be coincidence. I don't think that Stan would do something bad to anyone."

"Rule #39 There is no such thing as coincidence!" She frowned at Gibbs' reply. "What?" "Never mind, who's Stan?" asked Tony. Linda smiled again, not so bright, but a little bit. "Stanley O'Conner. I don't know a lot about him, but he is often in the shop and drinks tons of coffee. One of our best customers." Gibbs, Tony and Ziva exchanged glances. If they REALLY got a name, it would be fantastic. Their fist real lead in this case.

"Thank you, Miss Jenkins. We will call you, if we have any more questions." With that they left again and drove back to the headquarter.

"Stanley O'Conner is a false name, I found a few but they are most likely not the one we're looking for!" reported Tony. They hadn't expected much more, but it was disappointing. Ziva looked through her computer as well, Gibbs just came back from reporting to Vance. "There is an old one in Wisconsin and some kind of company in New York, but nothing useful," she agreed. Gibbs sighed frustrated. He shortly thought about the next step, there wasn't much more to do, but they couldn't leave anything unchecked, especially in this situation.

"Okay, maybe he's a serial kill...a serial offender! Check the database for crimes similar to this!" Even if it was, it wouldn't help very much in finding Tim and his captivator, but it was good to have something to do.

"On it, Boss"

Life is a challenge, meet it.

¹In case you didn't get the reference: Following to Doug Reilly there is a small cat figure, that appears in every episode of NCIS. It is very hard to find, but some were already found(Not by me, by other fans) You can find a link, when you google NCIS Cat.

A lot of information(don't worry, the site is written in english) + some screenshots and the episodes where we found the cat.

You see: German Fans are sometimes VERY crazy!

However:

That was short. And bad. But I had to get it updated, because I can't do it tomorrow and I will be gone afterwards. You know what to do, although there was no Tim in this chapter

EDIT: I'm sorry, most of the spelling mistakes aren't even my fault, for some reason, some words or letters just disappear when I upload it.