A huge thank you to finlaure, for taking the time to beta:)

Another huge thank you, for all the kind words you left, those words make my day!

A/N: SORRY, there might be some confusion. Abby was not kidnapped, she was pushed out of the way.

Read the following chapter for clarification ;) *cookies and coffee for all*

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"Jethro." Abby's voice was barely audible as she muttered the familiar name.

If the situation hadn't have been so serious the elder man would have smiled.

He always has been aware of the chemistry between the two but the frustrated, jealous glances from his friend when the scientist had hugged him as well always let him think they never would get their act together. Obviously he had been wrong about that.

With a knowing facial expression he spoke up. "Not really. I think of me as less bastard-ish, but who knows what the others think."

Watching the scientist open her eyes he smiled reassuringly down at her.

"Oh, you." She paused and looked at the man hovering over her while a small crowd formed around them. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted a coffee." Finally Abby's eyes focused on her surroundings.

Coffee, right.

"What happened?" Abs asked while carefully letting her hand move over the back of her head. Her bump didn't hurt more than before but her forehead on the other hand was on fire. That had to be the point of impact, she figured.

"Why don't we get you off the sidewalk first, my car is over there."

The man helped Abby to her feet, holding her up by placing his hand on her waist and together they walked over to his car, where he let her sit down at the front seat, already fumbling for his cell phone.

L.J. Gibbs' phone disturbed Tony's report. It wasn't the fact that his cell phone rang that worried Jethro it was the fact that he read Tobias Fornell's name on the display. Sure they were friends and sure they called each other but not during the work day. That only could mean something had happened to someone he knew or Tobias needed help. Either way, it wasn't a good sign.

"Yeah, Gibbs."

"We had a little situation here." Tobias said without further greeting.

"What kind of situation, who is we and where is here?"

"There almost was an accident. Abby almost got hit by a car but she got knocked out of the way before the car could hit her. She is still in and out of unconsciousness, sitting on the passenger seat of my car."

Gibbs already had his gun and badge in hand and was on his way to the elevator. Shaking his head as the team was about to follow.

"Who knocked her out of the way?"

Tobias looked toward his car.

"That would be me, luckily I wanted some coffee."

Gibbs hit the button for the elevator while his team stared after him.

"I'm there in five," he paused, "Thanks Tobias."

"Don't mention it."

On the way to his car his mind was filled with all kind of possibilities.

Thinking about the past week he became more and more anxious.

The first accident had made his stomach ache. The guard he had spoken with had told him it was an accident. To his dismay none of the installed cameras in the building had been able to capture the actual accident only the last few meters of her stair-slight. Abby had told him as well that it had been an accident but still he was beginning to think differently, especially since the man Abby had told him about was nowhere to be found.

Sure she had told him the man had tried to help but as Marine and an agent he was aware that sometimes things were different as they seemed.

Next in line was the fire in her apartment building which made his gut twitch.

It was clear that this wasn't an accident, but the fire didn't start beneath Abby's apartment.

Additional to that she had told him about the fact that no one would have been at home on a normal day.

He honestly didn't know what to make of that.

And now the second "almost" accident made his gut turn, leaving him even more on edge.

Slowly a pattern became visible and he didn't like that.

This wasn't just bad luck; there were too many coincidences, too many near death situations, if Abby wasn't be such a lucky girl she'd be dead by now.

A cold shudder ran down his spine and an image of a pale, lifeless form appeared in front of his inner eye, laying on a cold metal slap down in Ducky's domain. A shell without the vibrant soul of the woman he fell in love with.

Blinking the image away his thoughts focused back on the gut-feeling. Abby in danger was something he didn't want to think about, but it more and more became obvious that someone wanted Abby out of the way, for what reason ever.

Clearer now? What do you think?