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She loved the feeling of having Ziva in her arms, it just felt right. Ziva's body seemed to mold perfectly into her body, like it was made to be pressed against her own.
"I am glad," Ziva said with a content smile as she leaned forward and switched the lamp off before snuggling deeper into Abby's embrace.
Abby and Ziva woke up to the phone ringing, Abby was the first to get up and make it to the door.
"I've got it, go back to bed," Abby yawned as she ran to the phone, praying that it wouldn't wake Tali.
"Hello?" Abby whispered as she shut the window after feeling a chill.
"Hello, Ms. Sciuto," a menacing male voice said over the phone.
Abby suddenly felt wide awake, she quickly turned back to the window with horror, she hadn't left it open and neither had Ziva.
"Who is this?" she asked as she quickly walked to her daughter's room.
"This is Dustin Moore and may I say, you catch on quick, already you know I've been in your home," he said with a sneer that Abby could hear in his voice.
Abby found the crib empty, but in despair Abby ripped the blanket back just in case.
Abby let out a gasp, covered her mouth and stumbled back.
"That's right Ms. Sciuto, I have your little girl," he laughed.
Abby made her way to her bedroom door, but she stopped when Dustin spoke once more.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned, "If you ever want to see your pretty little girl alive again, you'll do exactly as I say," he said with a dangerous tone in his voice.
Abby let go of her door handle and backed away a few steps.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked with fear in her voice as her eyes filled with tears that she refused to let fall.
"That's a good girl," he laughed softly.
"I wan't you to tell your girlfriend you had to go into work for something, then I want you to call special agent Gibbs and tell him that you are sick and that you can't come into work, but only when the time is write," he said.
"Okay, easy," Abby said with a shaky voice.
"After that, I want you to get into your car and drive to the old warehouse, the one that caught on fire about twenty years ago, I'll call you back then," he said slowly.
"Alright," Abby said she walked back over to the table where she had gotten the phone from.
"Oh, and Ms. Siuto, if you are followed or if you tell anyone about this phone call or where you are going or that your daughter is missing, you will never see your little girl alive again," he said before hanging up the phone.
Abby stood there for a moment before hanging up the phone and rushing to her room.
Abby got dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, before she shook Ziva to wake her a bit.
"Ziv, I have to go into work, I am going to take Tali, okay?" She said as she grabbed white jacket.
"Yeah, sure, do you want me to go with you?" Ziva asked with a yawn.
"No," Abby said quickly before she started back tracking, "No, you get some sleep, you need it, I'll see you later," she lied, she didn't know if she would ever see Ziva again, let alone later.
"Alright," Ziva whispered before lying back down.
Abby looked at her for a moment before leaning down and lightly kissing Ziva's lips.
Abby quickly left the house and got into her car and started to drive.
An hour into her drive, Abby pulled over and called Gibbs, knowing that he would be getting in at around this time.
"Gibbs," she said quickly when he picked up.
"Yeah, Abby?" he asked gruffly.
"I can't come into work today, I'm sick, I am keeping Tali she's sick too, don't bring it up to Ziva, she is upset that I won't let her stay home and take care of us," Abby explained.
"Alright, Abs, call me if you need anything," he said with slight concern that he only ever used when he was talking to her.
"I will," Abby said curtly before hanging up and driving again.
Abby pulled into the warehouse parking lot and waited with her car in park.
As soon as her phone rang, she picked it up.
"Hello?" she answered with urgency in her voice.
"You've done well, Ms. Sciuto, you will have your daughter back soon, you just have to do a few more things," he said with a dangerously calm voice.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked with impatience.
"Turn off the car, go into the warehouse, use the stairs, and go up to the thirteenth floor, I'll call you again when you have arrived," he said before hanging up.
Abby turned the car off and ran into the building, running up those thirteen flights of stairs, was the easiest thing she had ever done, at least it seemed like that with the adrenaline pumping strong through her blood.
Abby burst through the door of the thirteenth floor and caught her breath as she looked back and forth down both hallways that held millions of doors, waiting for Dustin's phone call.
Abby's phone rang and she answered it thinking it was Dustin.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Abby, I thought you went to work with Tali?" she heard Ziva say with an accusing and concerned voice.
"Ziva, I can't talk right now, I'm sorry," she said harshly before hanging up.
Abby's phone rang again and this time she checked to make sure it wasn't a familiar number.
Abby answered the phone once more.
"Good job keeping the phone call under a minute so she couldn't trace your phone, Ms. Sciuto," she could hear him applaud through the phone.
"What next?" Abby asked as she shifted her weight from one leg to another nervously.
"Go to your left," he instructed.
"Alright," Abby said as she walked down the hallway to the left.
"Find the door that has the number seven-hundred thirty-seven," he instructed.
Abby quickly found the door and stood before it.
"Alright, what now?" she panted the question, the adrenaline was pumping hard through her veins.
"Open the door and shut it behind you," he said simply.
Abby did as he instructed and waited once more.
"Hang up the phone," he said and Abby could tell that he was somewhere in the dark room with her.
Abby did just that, but as soon as she did, her phone went off again, Abby looked at the number to see that it was Ziva.
"Answer it," came Dustin's rough order.
Abby answered it
"Hello?" Abby answered with a shaky voice.
"Abby, what the hell is going on?" Ziva practically screamed into the phone.
"Tell her you can't talk right now and to stop calling you," He ordered.
Abby nodded to show that she had heard him.
"Damn it, Ziva, I can't talk right now, stop calling me," she yelled into the phone, she really was frustrated with the woman, she didn't want their daughter to die.
"Hang it up," he ordered.
Abby hung up on Ziva and waited for her next order.
"Step into the light," he said.
Abby was about to ask him what light he meant, the room was completely dark, when a bright white light, lit up a small circle on the floor.
Abby did as he asked and waited.
Suddenly, she felt a hand grab her by the back of her neck and pull back so that she was bending over backwards, Abby also felt, the cold unmistakable steel blade of a scalpel, press against her neck.
"Tell me Ms. Sciuto, would you die for your daughter?" he asked with a sneer.
Ziva listened as Abby hung up the phone on her again.
"Did you get the signal this time?" she asked with a frustrated sigh.
"Yes, she's at the warehouse that caught on fire twenty years ago, it hasn't been used sense," McGee said with a concentrated look at his computer.
"Dustin has her," Gibbs said gruffly.
"I agree, I believe he has her as well," Eli agreed.
"Oh god, please let her be alright," Ziva said as she covered her face while Gibbs drove as fast as he could.
Eli put his hand on Ziva's shoulder.
"It is not Abby or Tali you should be worried about," he said calmly to his daughter.
Ziva looked up at him with a confused look.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, that I would be more worried about Dustin Moore," he answered.
"Why?" she asked with confusion.
"Because Dustin doesn't seem to realize how mother's work when it comes to the safety of their children, the two kids that he kidnapped, their mom died trying to protect them, Abigail knows how to kill people. There is a saying that sums this all up that works quite well," Eli explained.
"What is it?" Ziva asked.
Eli opened his mouth to answer, but Gibbs quickly answered instead.
"Don't mess with a mother bear's cubs," He said gruffly.
"Exactly," Eli agreed.
"I asked you a question Ms. Scuito, I asked you, would you die, for your daughter?" Dustin asked as he jerked Abby.
"Of course," Abby rasped.
Dustin pushed her forward until she was standing straight again, but he didn't take the scalpel away.
"Walk," he ordered.
Abby let him lead her to a chair, where he forced her to sit down before tying her hands to the metal chair.
He then left and walked back with a much smaller chair, he then left again and came back with her daughter.
He placed Tali in the chair, tied her hands and feet to the char and tied a cloth tight around her mouth so any screams or wails would be muffled.
Abby quietly looked for any wounds on her daughter, satisfied when she found none.
"Lets play a game shall we?" he whispered in Abby's ear.
"If you scream or make any noise at all, I'll shoot your precious daughter, but if you don't make any noise, she will live, but you will die, nod if you understand," he ordered.
Abby nodded and quietly felt around the back of the chair until she felt a sharp edge.
Abby slowly started to rub the rope against the sharp edge, praying that it was sharp enough to cut through the rope.
Dustin shot his arm out quickly with the scalpel in hand. Abby felt pain in her shoulder as he left a clean slice in it, but she stayed silent.
Dustin laughed and lunged forward again, this time, burying the scalpel in her stomach and ripping to the side, Abby clenched her teeth, but she continued to stay silent as she rubbed the rope against the sharp edge.
"This is to easy for you, time to shake things up a bit," he walked away from her and held the scalpel close to Tali's neck.
Abby finally was able to cut through the rope, she got free and lunged at him, tackling him to the ground.
"Which room McGee?" Gibbs asked as he ran down the left hall of the thirteenth floor.
"Room seven-hundred thirty-seven," he answered quickly.
The team busted into the dark room, quickly someone flicked the lights on.
The room was completely white, Tali sat in a chair in the middle of the room with tears streaming down her face.
Ziva almost ran to her daughter, when there was a shuffle behind the counter that would have been the bar in the room.
They all pointed the gun in that direction, prepared for Dustin to jump up and shoot at them.
Instead Abby stood up from behind the counter, bloodstained her white shirt and jacket, blood was splattered on her face and it was on her hands.
Abby dropped the bloody scalpel and pointed at her daughter.
"Don't let her see me like this," she said simply.