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Here we are, back with Gibbs.
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24
Regret hits you usually when you expect it the least, though always in situations in which your life is about to change, normally towards the negative side of life.
Being on the path that led straight to the end of life, is the negative side.
So, of course Mr Regret borrowed a baseball bat, lunged and hit right into his stomach, hard.
Abby
The next hit followed to his side, causing him to fall over, though remaining on the chair due to the rope around his upper torso.
Abby
Wait Mr Regret hits usually just once.
Yeah, right it wasn't Mr Regret it was Mr Mexican Drug Lord, brother of the man behind the killing of his late wife and his kid. Shannon, Kelly,…
His mind wandered back to the present.
Abby
The only thought that kept him sane while he waited for the next blow.
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But the blow didn't come. Instead Gibbs felt a hand cupping his chin and turning it violently towards the opposites face.
"You'll count down to the day I have the pity to finally set your soul free."
Gibbs didn't react.
"You know" the hand let go of his chin, "I have a friend in Washington DC."
Jethro tensed briefly.
"He did send me a picture, taken yesterday."
His torturer held up a printed picture.
"Girlfriend, sí?"
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Abby
She left a building, the building where he knew her doctor was, apparently walking towards a car. Hopefully they didn't know that her doctor had his rooms there.
A weak smile was visible on her pale face.
Though the smile didn't quite reach her eyes, he could tell even if it was just a picture he was staring at.
Looking closely he noticed that she held some sheets of paper in her hand.
Her other hand was closed around the chain around her neck.
Abs
He took another close look. She seemed thinner, paler and the usual joyfulness wasn't visible in her eyes.
At the corner of the picture he could make out the front of a familiar car.
As soon as he saw it a wave of relief washed through his tired and tortured body.
Ducky
I hope you take good care of my Baby- Babies.
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"This will be the last time you saw her, the next time when I pay you a visit will the last time."
For a last time the baseball bat sank into his side.
He heard an order being barked to his guard but didn't look up when he heard the other man leave.
His mind was working.
The last two days he had worked on a plan to get out of this mess.
He had noticed that they had a new schedule.
First thing in the morning they brought him to the head, where he had 5 minutes in a window free room.
After that they brought him back to his chair where he stayed day and night and through the torture of course.
Right after the 'head time' they left him sitting their without his cuffs in which he had the chance to eat the piece of bread and to drink the bit water they offered him to keep him alive.
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He should have known that he would see a member of the family again that ruined his life.
A few years back he wouldn't have cared less if he died or not, still he didn't fear the death though now he had something that was worth living for.
Abby came into his life and showed him he was special and loved. Now she was pregnant with his child and worried to the bone.
He had to get out of this mess fast and preferably alive.
Since he couldn't count on help from the outside he had to help himself. Maybe the latest Baseball bat incident might did come in handy, after all.
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TBC...
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