Hello friends! Welcome to chapter three! I do hope you enjoyed the previous chapter. I am going to keep this author's note short, and just give ya a warning. I also want to note that Jenny will revert back to her southern accent she had when she was younger.

WARNING: There will be mild violence described in this chapter. This chapter has details from both the book and movie, as well as my imagination. I'm putting out a warning just because this chapter could trigger some of y'all.

A huge thank you goes to, forcverandalways for listening to my Abby size rambles of random ideas and questions. Also, for her input.

Enjoy!

Then, something unexpected happened. I felt a sharp pinch in my neck before everything went black.

-NCIS-

It must have been hours before I woke up. My vision was somewhat blurry and I had one hell of a headache. No shock there. However, what did shock me, was what I seen sitting next to me. Who I seen sitting next to me.

My father. Col. Jasper Shepard.

The man everyone thought to be dead, was sitting next to me. Alive and breathing, and chained to a wall just as I was.

"Abbigail..." he raspily breathed out, "Didn't your mother teach you it's not polite to stare?"

I let loose a sob. "Daddy, y-you're o-okay!?"

"For the most part, Pumpkin, for the most part."

I had so many questions but I didn't know where to start.

Before I could open my mouth to say more, there was a loud bang as the door to the room burst open. "He-hey, Miss Abby. Nice ta see you're awake. You too, Mr. J. Breakfast will be ready shortly, and remember, if ya don't eat it all, ya'll be sorry that ya didn't."

Oh, brother. I can only imagine what Walter would do if my father and I didn't do as he said. Would he hurt us? If so, how bad? I honestly, rather not know.

-NCIS-

When we got to the airport, SecNav's private jet was waiting for us. That means that he somehow got word of what was happening. I don't care how he did, I am worried about my sister. What's happening to her? Is she okay?

"I've never met your sister Jenn, but if she is anything like you; tough, strong and brave- not to mention a spitfire, she'll be okay and will hold her own."

"Oh god, Jethro. I do hope you're right."

After four hours later, we landed in Jackson, Mississippi. Once we got through airport security, we went outside to find our police escort to Bliss, which was an hour away. Jethro and I rode with an officer named Deputy Ricky, while the team rode with a different officer.

The hour drive to Bliss, felt more like four hours. Though I wouldn't like to admit it, it was nice to have Jethro in the car with me. Just his presence alone, comforted me. I still have feelings for Jethro and having his presence comfort me, scares me. I left him several years ago. Why would he still feel anything for me?

The drive ended when we pulled up to this quaint looking bed and breakfast named "The Magnolia". It really was a charming place, but we don't have the time to dwell on it. We need to find my sister.

"Here we are folks, the Magnolia Inn. I know ya gotta find Miss Abby, but do try to enjoy your stay."

I smiled slightly, "Thank you..." I trailed off because I couldn't remember the officer's name.

"It's Deputy Ricky, ma'am."

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Deputy Ricky."

He smiled as he opened the gate that lead to the front of the inn. Miss Charlotte is the owner here, she's real nice, y'all are gonna love her."

Just as he finished speaking a lady who looked to be in her sixties, opened the door. "Welcome, friends! My name is Charlotte. Y'all must be friends of Miss Abby's?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm Jenny Shepard, Abby's little sister and the Director of NCIS. These people behind me are, Special Agents Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee and Ziva."

"It's very nice to meet y'all. Come inside let's get you settled in. We only have five rooms here at the inn, two of which belong to Abby and her publicist. So, you will have to decide your sleeping arrangements. All of the rooms are up those stairs," Charlotte said as she pointed to the small staircase to the left of us. She continued, "While you get settled, I'm gonna be downstairs making y'all something to eat. Don't you dare say you're not hungry. You all need to eat."

With that, the team and I went upstairs to get settled. Jethro and I reluctantly decided that we would share a room, McGee had his own room, and with Rule 12 thrown out the window, Ziva and DiNozzo were sharing a room.

After dinner, it was decided that we would rest a night. We wanted to be refreshed and able to think clearly when investigating my sister's disappearance. Before we actually settled down for the night, I wanted to take a shower. It was the only thing that could relax me, aside from a bottle of bourbon and Jethro's rough, yet gentle, soothing touch. Oh, gods. I miss his touch and love, but I can't do anything about it. I need to focus on finding my sister.

I was brought out of thought when Jethro said, "Are you okay, Jenn?"

The answer? I wasn't. "Not really," I said as I walked through into the bathroom and shut the door.

I felt bad for being rather short with him, but being so scared and worried, had me on edge. I was always short with people when I was on edge- a trait of mine that I hated. Sighing, I made my way over to the bathtub and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up before I got in. After I undressed, I stepped in and moaned almost immediately. The water felt amazing on my tense muscles. It was much needed.

When my shower was done, I realised that I had forgotten to grab some clothes to change into. Of course, I did. Just my luck. I wrapped my towel tightly around me as I opened the bathroom door. Thankfully, Jethro was kind enough to lay something out for me on the bed. He pretended that he wasn't paying attention to me- a great effort on his part, but I knew he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. The thought of him watching me in nothing but a towel gave me the feeling of butterflies in my stomach, something I have been feeling more frequently since I've become Director.

-NCIS-

Abby was missing. God, I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I should be looking for her, instead... instead I've locked myself in my office. I'm on my third glass of scotch and, as much as I loathe to admit it, I have cried.

When Hannah died, I was a mess. She was my first love and the mother of my kids, it was only natural. But with Abby... Abby is different. I've only known her for a week yet, it feels like a lifetime. I love her and even though I've known her for a week, I can't imagine life without her.

-NCIS-

My cheek stung from the slap that Walter gave me. "You stupid bitch! Why can't you follow simple rules like, 'eat your food like you're told to'?"

I started to tear up, his yelling scared me. He didn't care much. Walter had no regard for someone else's life, just his own.

"Ye- Yes sir. I un-understand."

"Good girl. Now Mr. J is going to go cut some wood for me and you an I are gonna spend quality time together."

As Walter unlocked the chains from wrists, I gulped. I didn't want to spend a lick of time with him. When he helped me up, Walter tried to lean in for a kiss and there was no way in hell I was going to allow that. So, I kneed him in the groin, and knees him in the nose when he doubled over.

I tried to make a run for it, but that was a huge mistake. As soon as I reached the stairs of the basement, I heard a bang and then down I went. Letting out a scream, I realised that I had been shot in my calf.

"Well, Miss Abby. I give ya an A for effort, but ya ain't about to get away that easy, back into chains ya go again. This time, ankles are gonna be shackled too."

Shit.

-NCIS-

"Spencer? Spencer, honey wake up."

I woke up with a start. "Oh, hey Charlotte."

She rubbed my back, "The NCIS team will be here in an hour and you need to make yourself look presentable. Especially, since you've killed half the bottle of that scotch you keep in the cabinet."

"How'd you know?" I asked her.

Charlotte pointed to the corner of my desk, "Because you left it setting on the corner of your desk."

"Oh." I don't even think that I reacted this bad when Hannah died. I wonder why that is. Unfortunately though, that thought is being put on the back burner until I am able to meet with NCIS and find Abby... God, do I miss her.

When an hour had passed, the NCIS team had showed up. Leading them was Abby's sister, Jenny Shepard the Director of NCIS. With their help, I know we will find Abby. I hope that is sooner rather than later.

"Mayor Alexander? I'm Jenny Shepard, Abby's sister and the Director of NCIS," Jenny gestured to the people behind her, "These people are my best agents: The Major Case Response Team. We have the team leader: Special Agent Gibbs, and we have his team; Special Agents: DiNozzo, David, and McGee. Before we get started though, is there a bigger room for us to discuss my sister's disappearance?"

I nodded, "Yes. Follow me and I will take you to our conference room. We may have to wait a few minutes for Abby's publicist to get here. She's been trying to go through some of Abby's documents to see what may or may not be evidence."

Jenny looked at me sideways. I could tell she was trying to figure out why I cared so much about her sister. There were many reasons, but the main reason was a reason that I'm sure would put Jenny into 'overprotective sister mode'.

"You seem to care a great deal about my sister. Why is that?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, closed my eyes and sighed. "Well... in all honesty ma'am, I love your sister. It's kind of a long story on how I came to love her- one that I will tell later. But, I do love her dearly."

She smiled softly. "So, do you have any children, Mr. Alexander?"

"Call me Spencer, Mr. Alexander is my father. And yes, ma'am. I do have two children. Mary is seven, and Kyle is nine. They-"

I was interrupted as Abby's publicist burst into the room.

"Sorry, I'm late. I just got off the phone with Abby's mother she's worried sick..." Jamie trailed off, " Who are you?"

"I'm Jenny Shepard, Abby's younger sister and the Director of NCIS. The four people with me are my best agents, the major case response team. Gibbs is the team leader and on his team are agents: DiNozzo, David, and McGee."

-NCIS-

We had a plan to get my sister back. Ziva, Tony, and Tim, are combing through various fan letters and photos she took with her fans. I took charge of looking into Abby's personal life. That meant phone records, emails, friends, possible enemies, etc. All of that meant I had to make a call back home to our mother. I hadn't kept in good contact with her since I left Georgia 14 years ago and moved with my dad across the country to D.C. after my parents had divorced.

As I dialed the phone in Spencer's office, I felt nervous. While I had kept up on sending letters to my mother, phone calls were sparse.

"Hey mama, it's Jenny."

"Girl, drop your big city voice. You ain't got to act like a city slicker with me."

"Hello to you too mama."

"How are you, babygirl?"

"Could be better, considering my sister is missing. Myself, and my lead agents are on the case and doing everything we can which is why I called."

After a brief phone call with my mother, I learned that Abby had a crazy fan named Walter that had written her multiple letters, emails and went to numerous book signings. My sister had a stalker.

It took us almost a week to find everything we needed. We knew that Walter had taken her from the vet office after dropping off an injured dog, based off of CCTV footage from the vet clinic's security camera. We knew that he drove an old beaten up red Ford pickup truck, and thanks to his rap sheet, we knew his address. And thanks to McGee, we were able to find blueprints of his house.

We just needed to figure out how to do the actual rescue.

-NCIS-

Holy crap guys! This was a long chapter! So, I had intended for this to be even longer with more action, but I wasn't going to force my muse to do something it didn't think was a good idea. If that made sense?

I know that this story fluxuates between POVs often, but that's for a reason. Anyway. Next chapter will be the rescue! I want to mention that it will be rated M for adult activities.

On a side note: BE KIND TO RETAIL WORKERS. DON'T ACT LIKE AN ASSHOLE TOWARDS US. WE CAN'T HELP THAT YOU HAVE A SHIT ATTITUDE. I am a cashier and have had a lot of issues with customers during this holliday season. It's exhausting with the stress of it. I will say it is a rewarding job and I love it. Anyway. Mini rant over.

Thank you for reading!