So, here's your new update. At least now you can't say it took me long to update :)
"So, what kind of ice-cream do you want?" Abby asked the little girl beside her. They were standing in the ice-cream section.
"Chocolate," Rachel said immediately. It was her absolute favorite.
Abby picked out a chocolate ice-cream and handed it to Rach. "Hold it carefully," she told her. "And don't eat it before we've paid for it," she added when Rachel started opening the red and silver wrapping. The little girl made a pouting face, but left the wrapping alone. Abby chose an interesting-looking ice-cream for herself. It was with maple syrup and walnuts. They went to the checkout and Abby paid for both ice-creams.
They unwrapped their ice-creams once they were out of the shop and started walking slowly back to Abby's car a block away.
"Abby?" Rachel suddenly asked.
The Goth in question turned to look down on her. "Yup?"
Rach took a bite from her ice-cream before answering. "Why do you wear those weird clothes?"
Abby laughed. She knew better than to be offended by her words. "Well," she started, continuing the destruction of her ice-cream, which was disappearing fast. "I have to wear something, right. Or would you prefer me running around in my underwear?" she asked, a laugh audible in her voice. Rach was too young to use the word "naked".
The child laughed. "But why don't you wear normal clothes like everyone else do?" she asked.
"Normal is a setting in a computer," Abby stated with an amused smile. "And I like these clothes. They're different from everyone else's. That's what I like about them. They're not supposed to be normal or usual."
"Okay," Rachel said, attacking her ice-cream with new force. Abby finished up hers after a while, shoving the end of it into her mouth.
It was cold. And way too big for her mouth. She mumbled something unintelligible that could've been swear words, but when said with as much incomprehensibility as she did, it might as well have been a marriage proposal. She tried to swallow it with not much luck.
Abby was busy with getting her mouth free of that cold stuff, therefore she didn't notice a van driving up to them and stopping just beside them.
"Don't move," a male voice suddenly said. Abby stopped dead in her tracks. She could feel something on the back of her head. A gun, she guessed.
She made a great effort and managed to swallow the ice-cream. It was cold against her throat, but she hardly even noticed. She had much more important things to do right then.
She glanced around as well as she could without moving her head too much. There was no one else in the street. "Great," she muttered.
In a normal tone she said: "Rachel, get to the car." Abby's car was only about fifty feet away.
Rachel started to go, but another man stepped into Abby's view, restraining the child. He was wearing a ski mask, though a weird one at that. Most criminals wore black ski masks. This man's' was bright blue with yellow pattern. It was almost comical.
"The girl comes with us," he said. His voice was low. He took Rachel into the van. She struggled, but she was too weak.
"Abby," she yelled, panic showing on her little face. The man pulled her in and they disappeared out of Abby's sight.
"No!" Abby yelled. She swiftly ducked the gun at her head and turned to face the man, kicking her leg straight up into his balls. He gasped in pain and staggered towards the van. His ski mask was a particularly unattractive shade of green and yellow. Abby hit him again, whilst trying to get into the van and get Rachel.
She was almost there, when the man raised a shaking hand and pointed his gun towards Abby. She backed up, grinding her teeth in frustration. The man made it into the van and he stumbled in. Abby made a run for it, but the door was slammed shut before she could make it.
The van sped away, leaving the Goth standing in the middle of the sideway.
She quickly got out her phone and used it to snap a picture of the leaving van. At least she had a license plate now.
Then it really hit her what had happened.
"Rachel," she whispered. Then she ran to her car. The only option right now was getting back to NCIS. No, there was another option too, actually. She decided to use the second one.
She sped after the van, trying to track it. But she rounded the corner that the van had, and sighed disappointedly. The van was long gone.
So she drove to NCIS, her speed comparable with Gibbs' or Ziva's.