Title: "Trapped"

Author: AbbyGibbs [Stephjag] (Stephrabb@hotmail.com or flygirlstephjag@yahoo.com)

Disclaimers: Well, I do not own them and that is pretty unfair - they again belong to DPB! Why does he always have to own the best shows and the best characters? Could someone explain that to me? His characters are always suffering too much. So I have decided to borrow them for a little while, the length of a story, but I promise to give them back though I really wish I could keep them for myself.

Classification: I don't really know, except that it is a Navy NCIS fic. There will be some romantic moments. Love comes when you're expecting it the least. Oh yeah, and there will be angst.

Rating: T or maybe K+ (+13 or maybe +16 as always to be on the safe side, isn't it?)

Spoilers: none, but every moment involving Gibbs and Abby

Summary: Gibbs is alone and cold in a disused hangar, it windy, he's full of bruises and is still bleeding. A man is waiting for an appointment with his partner. Abby's still having some visions, Kate is scared and Tony's starting to have a breakdown. Will they ever find Gibbs again, and if they do, will he still be alive? The only way to find out is to continue reading!

Authors note: I need you guys, I need some encouragements here. Come on! I promise you will have to know and read more about Gibbs, but I first needed to set some stuff right. Neither will you get bored, I can assure you that.

Big thank you to Beth for helping me out with this. You're the best, hon! Any remaining mistakes are mine, and mine alone.

Feedbacks: well, I'd love them, of course - who wouldn't? But please, only if you respect my work because it takes a lot of time and energy to get a story together. I love writing; I wouldn't allow anyone to discourage me from doing so, never. I don't have any problems at all with readers who choose not to go for this, but I decidedly do with those who write disrespectful mails just because they didn't get the ending they would have wanted. If you want to tell me what I might have done better within the story I made up, you're always very welcome to let me know. But if your only concern is to rant about it, then please, do it in private, okay? Thank you.

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CHAPTER SIX
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Everything was black and cold and damp. In spite of the chill, he felt warm inside - the warmth of a remembered love. Strangely, Gibbs didn't feel any pain anymore. He felt like he was floating a little.

He could see himself standing in front of the plasma screen, looking at something. He smiled as he realized who stood in front of him. She looked so focused, as always, and it felt so good to be near her. Sometimes Gibbs wished he could stay longer than a few minutes in Abby's laboratory with her alone. Not surrounded by Tony, Kate, or McGee, or even Palmer - just the two of them. That didn't happen often enough.

One of the only times he could remember was during the Shields case. Then, he'd had the chance to spend a little time with her because the rest of the team was at the Shields' house to watch aver the family.

Gibbs smiled to himself, remembering it clearly - and suddenly a wave of dizziness struck him. How could he be seeing himself being with Abbs and looking at a plasma screen? He wasn't dead, was he?

Something wasn't right about all this… Now he saw himself watching something on the screen. He and Abby were looking at the crime scene: Lieutenant Commander Nikki Shields's car before it had been blown up.

Gibbs was standing in front of the screen, looking carefully at the image. A red line framed two cars; one of them was Lieutenant Commander Shields's .

"I see something," he told Abby.

Abby, who seemed a little pissed off about the image quality on the screen, replied with a hint of annoyance perceptible in her voice, "You see speckling, Gibbs."

"No, I see a guy planting a bomb under her SUV."

It was like she couldn't believe what he was telling her. Abby told him that the VCR had been through a lot. Seeing Gibbs's enthusiasm, though, she decided to try on new program called 'Star Witness,' which could bring more clarity to a picture.

Gibbs asked her about it, and she explained as he came to stand by her side. Then a few minutes later, he went to stand back in front of the screen. "You're getting somewhere, girl."

"I am, straight into a brick wall. Whoever it was, he's blocked by the vehicle," she stated.

"Look at the reflection," he insisted.

Abbs tilted her head to the left, a little surprised. "What reflection?"

"Look at the finish of the car next to it."

"You're serious?"

Gibbs turned to her and said a little sharply, "Abbs, look at the door pan - dark and shiny."

Abby looked at the picture more closely now and clicked on her computer mouse so that it would scan and zoom into the image.

"A reflection of whoever planted the bomb," Abby, said enthusiastically, looking at him and punching him in the arm. "Gibbs, you're hired!"

He couldn't help but laugh.

"Damn! It's bloody cold in here - when in hell is this guy gonna show up? I don't have all day," he muttered.

The man shifted from one foot to the other and wrapped his arms tightly around himself in a feeble attempt to warm himself. It didn't really help much; the wind was slicing through his coat. It was already bad enough that he'd been involved in this, but on top of that, he had to do all the nasty work. Doing it when it was a person he didn't know was not a terribly rewarding thing to do, but when he knew the guy it was worse. And this time, it wasn't a nobody; it was an NCIS special agent.

He was in charge of finishing the job his 'mate' had started. All of this had started so stupidly. Three weeks ago, he'd been hanging around in a bar, trying his best to get drunk - in hopes of forgetting the humiliation. A humiliation that had landed him in jail.

And the man responsible for all his misery: NCIS Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. And he was definitely going to pay for it. It was at that moment that a man came to sit next to him at the bar.

Tony and Abby were deeply asleep. Abby had seemed to finally find some peace and now she was sleeping in Tony's arms.

Abby found herself suddenly standing in some sort of fog. Strangely enough, she didn't feel afraid, and decided to take a few steps forward. After a few steps she saw a shadow of a silhouette forming in front of her. She wasn't sure if she recognized the person - she definitely knew it was a man. Slowly, very slowly, the fog faded away and a smile spread on Abby's face.

"Gibbs!" she said happily, running to him. She stopped a few inches away. "You okay?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me. I'm fine." He smiled weakly.

Abby looked up at him sheepishly. "I know it may sound masochistic, but I love worrying about you, Gibbs."

She took a few steps forward and cuddled against his chest, closing her eyes. Gibbs closed his arms around her and closed his eyes as well. They stayed like this for a few endless moments. Then Gibbs opened his eyes.

"Abbs?"

"Yes?" she replied without moving away from the safety of Gibbs's arms.

"Promise me you'll never give up on what you believe in. I know you guys will find me, but in case… you can't get there on time…" His voice trailed off, and he had to take a few moments to breathe.

"Gibbs… Don't say such things, please," she pleaded, her voice trembling.

"Abby, I'm not saying for my pleasure. I'm saying this because I'm realistic." His voice was weak. "As you can see, I'm not in very good shape…"

And indeed Abby could see that he had bruises and blood almost on every part of his body. She flinched at the sight.

"You're not in too much pain, are you?" She asked, worry evident in her voice.

"I'm fine, Abbs, don't worry."

One look into his blue eyes was enough for Abby to know he was lying to her and her heart ached for him.

"Gibbs… Don't lie to me," she told him, looking into his eyes.

Jethro Gibbs offered her a small smile and went for the truth. "To be honest, Abbs, I'm not sure if I'll be able to hold on much longer…My Marine training is a little rusty and doesn't want to kick in."

"Gibbs, you need to fight back. We need you… *I* need you. I wouldn't know how to keep going without you. I can't do it. I'll get you out of this mess, I promise. Just hold on, please!" she said in a crying voice.

With that said, she held onto him with everything she had, hoping that her action would infuse him with some of her energy, life and hope.

Gibbs started to disentangle himself from her and took a few steps back. He turned around and started to walk back in the direction from which he'd come. The fog appeared again, and he slowly began to fade from sight as he continued to walk into it.

He turned to look at her one last time and smiled. "Take care, Abbs. We'll see each other soon…" Then he signed something to her before he was completely engulfed by the fog.

Abby felt fresh tears brimming in her eyes. "Gibbs…" she whispered.

To be continued…