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Here we go, the video... ^^

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Mcgee insert the CD and pushed play.

It said much that Abby let him do that in the first place.

Her eyes were fixed on the plasma screen mounted on the wall.

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Gibbs

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He seemed ok, despite the bit of dirt which covered his cheek and of course the wound at his leg.

There were no indications for further torturing, he just looked extremely pissed.

Definitely a good sign, she hoped.

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A cold voice became audible.

Demands, of course.

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Slowdown the investigation? What? We don't even have a lead.

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The picture changed when the camera zoomed in on Gibbs face.

"Your turn Agent Gibbs."

"Abs, don't worry…" a short break "baby…" another pause "everything will be fine."

"Cute." A sneering laughter became audible. Gibbs gaze shifted towards the sound.

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Everyone thought he used 'baby' as a pet name to reassure her, but they were wrong.

She knew better.

He wanted her to not worry because of the baby.

That was easier said then done.

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Abby focused back on Gibbs face to witness that Jethro's expression turned into an extremely dangerous one.

All of those who watched the video knew the man behind the cam was history, even if the man himself didn't know it.

Instead the man's voice became audible again.

"Let's say your boss is on a short vacation for the time being. If you do as I say he'll live to tell the tale."

The video went black.

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Eyes, four pairs all staring at the back of her head.

She could feel them without turning around.

Abs could also feel the worries and the tension coming in waves of the persons currently standing behind her.

Not all worries were directed towards their missing friend. Some were reserved for his girl, she knew that.

Abby also knew that part of the tension came from the question 'how to react towards her?'

She heard steps coming closer and moved away.

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Usually she craved physical contact, though now she couldn't stand it.

She avoided every contact as much as possible.

Every touch and comfort she allowed meant she accepted the fact that he was missing and maybe he would be gone forever. That was something she couldn't allow. As long as she believed he would come back, he would.

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Without facing anyone, she pulled her hair in an untidy pigtail, turned around and began to look for prints.

"I'll call if I find something."

The tone ofher voice made clear that she wanted to be alone to do her work.

After sharing a worried glance all four left her reluctantly alone.

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As soon as the doors closed behind them Tony imitated his boss' usual tasks and switched the emergency switch.

"She looked awful." Ziva was the first who found words.

"Yes indeed." While Ducky answered out loud Tim and Tony just nodded.

"When was the last time she ate something."

No one answered at first.

"I haven't seen her eat anything for a while now."

"Well at least she drinks something." Tony referred to the water bottle he had seen in front of the keyboard.

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"She told me she hadn't slept for 50 hours excluding a nap she claimed to have had."

"She had" Tim said. "Gibbs made me wake her up after we arrived from the crime scene."

"Still not enough sleep." The ME said out loud.

"True, but I don't think we can make her take a nap now."

"But we should try to make her eat something." Tony said and added after a short break "Gibbs will kill us if we don't look after her."

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Her hands were in front of her body, the fingers of one hand crossed with the fingers of the other.

All ten digits were pointing upwards or better yet away from her body, before she let them bent down to the south towards her feet and then again to the previous position, only to bent down again though now north towards her face and then again straight.

A movement she has taken to in the last 48 hours.

Again and again the same order. South, straight, north…

Hours of hours in a row.

It was a nervous habit that kept her from going insane.

Nothing, she had found nothing to help the team find a lead, to help the team find Gibbs.

Her friends were worried about her. They had insisted that they would eat something together in the lunch room.

After a ten minutes long discussion she had followed Ziva to the rest of the team and actually had eaten one slice of pizza before she felt sick.

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Lost in her thoughts she hadn't notice Duck who entered the lab again.

"Go home Abby." She shook her head without stopping her pace.

"Abby." His voice was full of authority.

"You are going home voluntary or I'll make sure you'll go home."

"I can't leave Ducky." "You can and you will! Get some sleep." He paused "you can come back tomorrow morning, you need to rest. Gibbs is going to kill me if I don't make sure you are ok."

Finally she looked up into the worried eyes of the older man she adored so much.

"Alright."

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She grabbed her purse and pulled the hair tie out of her hair leaving it in front of her keyboard.

"I'll walk you to your car."

A weak smile appeared on her face. "You don't need to."

Ducky smiled encouraging. "I know Abby."

They crossed the almost empty squad room. Only the office section of Jethro's team was dimly lit due to the desk lamps of Tony, Ziva and McGee.

She stopped in front of Gibbs' desk, staring down on the empty chair before she faced Tony.

"Call me."

"Yes Abby, I will."

She presented her friends with a weak lopsided smile before she walked to the elevator with Ducky at her side.

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TBC...

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