WARNING: EXPLICIT SCENES AHEAD. Violence and the like. You have been warned.
Also, for reference: 1930 is 7:30pm, 2000 is 8pm, etc.
Gibbs listened at the door and motioned for Abby who nodded in return. Swinging the door open violently, Gibbs charged into the living room, shooting Carter before he could react. Carter let a short gasp and collapsed forward on the couch, his blood seeping into the floral pattern of the fabric.
Gibbs turned to Abby who stood frozen in the center of the bedroom. "Here, Abbs." He turned the gun in his hand and held it out to her.
Abby remained standing still.
"Abbs, all you have to do is knock me out with it. It's more likely that you could knock me out with this than anything else in the room. It'll look like you got my gun, shot Carter, and then knocked me unconscious. Then you can get away."
"I know."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't want to hit you." Abby stared up at him nervously.
"Abbs, it'll be okay. But I can't hit myself unconscious." Gibbs offered her the gun once more.
Abby shuffled over to him slowly and accepted it, holding it cautiously despite the numerous times she'd fired them in the lab, and out on trips with Gibbs to the shooting range. "I… I can't wait for you to come back, Gibbs."
Gibbs hesitated, wondering if he shouldn't wait to tell her his feelings, in case something happened to him in Afghanistan. Or maybe it was better if he didn't tell her in case something happened to him.
Abby pulled him from his thoughts as she signed, I love you.
Gibbs returned the sign with a small, brief smile.
"No, Gibbs…I mean…" Abby shook her head, meaning to set the record straight before he left again. He watched her expectantly as she hesitated. "Nevermind. Just…be careful, okay?"
"Always, Abbs."
With a deep sigh, she started to apologize, but stopped herself, knowing he'd see no reason for her to do so. "Here goes nothin'."
Gibbs braced himself as she brought the butt of the gun over his head, smacking him hard where he'd indicated earlier. He collapsed with a thud on the floor. Abby had to resist moving him into a more comfortable position, as it would look too suspicious. Instead she held tightly to the gun and dashed for the door, putting as much distance between her and the bedroom as she could.
She turned the corner, nearly falling over from the sharp turn before halting suddenly and violently.
"Making an escape? But we just met." Hendricks stood solidly in front of her, blocking the exit.
With a shocked squeal she made to turn, to see if there was another way out, but Hendricks caught her with little issue, holding her arm tightly so that it began to tingle from lack of blood circulation. Pulling a gun from his holster he pointed it at her, "I wouldn't yell if I were you." He nodded into the room and shoved her forward, the gun still aimed at the back of her head.
Abby's heart sank at the sight of Gibbs still unconscious on the floor. Though she'd done it, she hadn't really let it absorb. But now here she was, still captive, and she'd hit Gibbs for nothing. If only she hadn't hesitated… she might have made it out before he returned.
Hendricks glanced over at Carter, making an annoyed clucking noise as if he was merely angry at the thought of having to clean up after him. His eyes moved down to where Gibbs lay in a heap on the floor. "I see you didn't have the heart to kill your ex-boss. Pathetic." His hands still clenching her arm, he moved her forward still, forcing her into the bedroom where he threw her onto the bed, the blanket still rumpled from her and Gibbs' now-pointless ruse.
Walking backwards to the door, Hendricks pulled the door closed, his eyes still trained on Abby.
"Please, just let me go. I don't know anything. It's easy enough for you to leave this building. Just find somewhere else." Abby pleaded, her fists clinching the blanket tightly.
Hendricks didn't respond, but instead sauntered over to Abby, the gun still pointing forwards. "Lay back!" He barked, motioning with the gun.
Abby sat still for a moment, hoping to stall long enough for Gibbs to wake.
As Hendricks demanded she move once more, Abby realized that even if Gibbs were to wake, it would be too suspicious for Hendricks to be shot too. One woman taking out both of the others while her ex-boss remained uninjured? It was too convenient. There was no other way around it.
Abby lied back on the bed, her eyes shut as she waited. She got herself into this. There was no one to blame but herself.
The muscular man climbed over her, the bed sinking under their combined weight. "Underwear now." He nodded down at the skirt Abby wore from where he knelt, straddling her legs.
Shaking, Abby did as he asked, watching as he single-handedly undid his jeans and pulled himself out through the front opening of his boxers. Yanking a wrapped condom from his pocket, he tore it open with his teeth and rolled it on. He must have been planning for this. He'd come prepared.
Her eyes snapped shut once more. Hadn't it been just an hour ago that Gibbs had been in this position? Only this time she closed her eyes for a different reason. Abby tried to imagine herself far away, floating off into space. But even after attempting to go into a meditative state, Abby still felt the force of Hendricks as he thrust into her – the roughness as he moved in short, abrupt motions in and out of her. Whimpering, Abby tried to stifle her screams. As much as she wanted Gibbs to stop him, she also wanted to protect his cover. And another dead operative wouldn't help.
Abby felt his free hand suddenly grab her breast, squeezing tightly as he pushed himself entirely into her, causing her to scream out in spite of her efforts to remain quiet. In her mind she started to sing the Periodic Table of Elements song, hoping to block out the pain that was coursing through her pelvis and abdomen.
"Look at me!" The man above her commanded, shoving forcefully into her simultaneously.
Opening her eyes slowly, she tried to continue singing to herself, but kept getting lost in the song, making it so that she would have to backtrack and start again.
Hendricks sneered at her expression as she watched him drive against her, bringing himself closer to his finish. Shuddering for a moment, he rose off of her and stood off to the side of the bed, tossing the condom to the side before straightening himself up. Without another word, he swept himself from the room, not bothering to look back at her.
~*~*~NCIS~*~*~NCIS~*~*~
A few minutes later Gibbs strolled through the door, only hurrying once he'd shut it behind him. Safely locked into the room, Gibbs rushed to the bed where Abby was curled up in a ball.
"Abbs? Abbs."
She turned slightly so she could see him, blinking the tears from her eyes in an effort to make her eyesight less blurry.
"Oh, Abby. Hendricks woke me up. Said he caught you before you could make a run for it."
Abby merely nodded, tears streaming hurriedly down her face.
Gibbs slid his arms underneath her, lifting her up and onto his lap where he could hold her close. "I told him I was going to question you – see how much you knew. I convinced him that if we took you to the main base it would just cause problems. That we could…take care of you."
Still quiet, Abby's only response was a mournful sob.
Instinctively he pulled her closer to him as if able to reverse time simply with his touch.
"He told me what he did, Abbs."
Another sob escaped Abby and Gibbs was able to feel tears soak through his shirt.
"I'm going to arrest Hendricks and take you home."
Abby's head jerked upward, her sobs halted suddenly with a sniffle. "No. I…I didn't want to wake you…because it would've blown your cover. Don't ruin it now. Don't let my efforts be in vain. Please, Gibbs. Keep going."
He studied her, thinking about what she would have gone through while he was knocked out on the floor. With a sigh, Gibbs reached into his pocket and pulled out her cell phone, which Hendricks had taken and turned off when he'd first caught her in the car. Holding down the button to turn it back on, Gibbs held it out to her. "Text McGee, Tony and Ziva. Give them the address. I will leave at 1930. Hendricks is leaving at 2000. He will wait until then to do anything to you. Tell them 1935. It will only leave you here alone for five minutes."
Abby nodded, "Okay. I will send it at six-forty-five. That way they can't get here much earlier than 1930."
The pair sat in silence, Gibbs' arms still wrapped protectively around her. As they sat, Abby hummed to herself, as if blocking out her sobs. And as Abby cried and hummed, Gibbs brushed away a tear that fell from his own eye, regretting having ever kept secrets from her.