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.

Please, be patient I promise, I'll finish the story, but remember that English isn't my native language and that it takes me more time to write. I really do my best to update the story, but I have also other things to do, and other passions… so, please be patient, okay? Thanks for your understanding.

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 EIGHT
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"Ambition is the last refuge of failure."

-- Oscar Wilde

Special Agent Tony DiNozzo parked his car a few blocks away from the disused hangar as along with four other cars. They were joined by Fornell, who had been informed of the situation and was in a very bad mood.

Fornell didn't understand why he hadn't been informed sooner. But no member of Gibbs's team wanted to answer, because they were too affected and anxious about they were about to discover in that building.

Abby had finally been able to tell them what she'd seen in her vision, though not without crying. She'd had to concentrate, trying to get every possible detail to describe the place where Gibbs was held hostage. She'd been incredibly brave, telling Tony and Kate what they needed to know, so they could figure out where it was.

And now here they all were, anxious about what would come next. Abby had insisted on accompanying them. Kate had tried to talk her out of it, knowing that arguing was a waste of time, but she'd had to try for Abby's sake. Whatever they'd find in there, it wouldn't be easy to deal with, certainly not for the young forensic tech.

She'd suffered a lot lately because of her special bond with Gibbs. She'd felt every torture they inflicted on him - and for that Tony promised himself that when they found the ones responsible for all this they would pay, no matter when or where…

Tony turned to look at Abbs to make sure she was still okay and ready for what would come. Abby nodded almost imperceptibly. Tony then turned to Kate, their eyes locking for a moment, and it was like the world had suddenly stopped turning.

Abby watched them and sighed. Tony shook himself from his trance and took a deep breath before slowly opening his car door. Kate and Abby did the same, their hearts starting to accelerate as they slowly walked toward the other cars.

Tony gave the orders, before the trio walked toward the uncertainties. It was as if everything was suddenly in slow motion. When they were at the entrance, they all took a deep breath. Tony counted to three, and they entered, guns at the ready.

Abby was on Tony's heels. "NCIS, federal agents, hands in the air!" Kate and Tony shouted in unison.

But nothing was moving inside, for the good reason that nobody was in there. Then Abby's face went pale. She'd spotted something dark on the floor a couple yards away from them. "No," Abby whispered. Shoving past Tony, she ran toward it.

"Abby… wait!" Tony practically yelled at her, but she wasn't listening. All she wanted to do right now was find out exactly what she'd seen.

When Abby arrived at the particular spot, she fell to her knees and took her head in her hands… "No, this can't be true… we're too late…"

Tony and Kate rushed to Abby's side and looked, petrified, at the floor where Abbs was. A body was lying in front of them. It was black and scattered with red stains. No-one needed to be Einstein to get the significance of this; the red stains were what remained of burned flesh.

Tony had to fight a wave of dizziness that threatened to rush through him. Kate's eyes were brimming with tears. She looked at her friend, who was crying.

Was this really what was left of Gibbs? Was he dead? Were they really too late? Had life been finally so cruel to him that he'd to die like this in such an atrocity? Leroy Jethro Gibbs had done so much for so many people - even though he could be an ass sometimes, he'd done everything he could to put the bad guys away… and what was his reward for all this? That he had to die? This was so pathetic…

"I'm sorry, Gibbs… I'm sorry that I let you down like this. This is all my fault. You died because of me," Abby choked out between sobs.

Having heard what his friend just said, Tony approached her and gently but firmly grabbed her by the shoulders, looking at her intently. "Abby, none of this is your fault. Do you hear me?" he demanded, his voice amazingly strong.

"Yes, it is, Tony! If I hadn't been paralyzed with fear and sadness as well as hurt, I would have been able to tell you where Gibbs was being kept. And what's the result of my cowardice? Gibbs's dead!" she said, a touch of vehemence in her voice.

"Stop that, Abby, stop feeling responsible for the fact that you couldn't tell us earlier where he was kept hostage. You were suffering because you could feel every torture he had to endure."

"But…"

"No, buts, Abby. We're not even sure this is Gibbs's body, so let's try to calm down a little, okay?" Tony said, trying to rationalize things.

Slowly standing up again, he went to Ducky, wondering for a few seconds where his energy had come from as well as his self-control. A smile suddenly appeared on his lips. "Thanks, Gibbs," he whispered to himself.

Ducky joined Kate and Abby a moment later with Gerald. Looking sadly at the two women, he didn't say a word. Kate stood and slowly, gently pulled Abby with her so that Ducky and Gerald could do their work.

Tony was taking pictures of the hangar that had become a crime scene. Lengths of caution tape had been placed around the doors of the hangar to indicate that something had happened. There were no onlookers around, since the hangar was located not far from a long-abandoned chemical factory in a quiet, empty part of town. No-one would have found a body for a long time.

But the kidnapper hadn't counted on Abby's visions - nobody would have, except for Tony, who had realized that his friend was blessed or cursed with such a gift.

Tony DiNozzo was still taking pictures of the scene when something drew his attention. He zoomed in with his camera. "Cassidy, come over here with the light, please."

"Coming up," she said as she hurried to the van to get the material.

Paula Cassidy handed DiNozzo what he had asked for. She studied him intensely. Cassidy suddenly felt strangely sad. Gibbs's face appeared in her mind. Sure, Gibbs wasn't exactly what she would call an easy person to work with, but he was very good at his job and was a damn good NCIS agent.

Tony put the special glasses on, and flashed the black light on. He slid it along the floor slowly and a pool of blood appeared, making it look like a huge stain of blue

fluorescent paint. Tony's heart skipped a beat while he continued to slide slowly with the black light. Other stains appeared, as he swept the area with the light, and Tony felt a rush of cold sweat running down his spine. Whoever had been here must have suffered a lot and lost a huge amount of blood.

Cassidy a put on a pair of plastic glasses as well. She was watching over Tony's shoulder, holding her breath. This was bad.

Ducky went with Gerald to take a look at the body and - for the first time in years - flinched at the sight. And he was praying that this mutilated body was not his friend's. They carefully bagged the burned cadaver, and slowly took him out of the building.

Kate was still holding Abby as she helped her up to her feet and slowly led her out to the exit. Tears were watering her eyes as she walked out; she was remembering the stupid conversation she'd had with Tony about Gibbs being late.

Tony switched the light off and sighed heavily, carefully stepping back and then to the exit, hoping to get some fresh air. He desperately needed air, he need to breathe; his lungs suddenly felt as if they'd been packed in. He slowly tried to breathe in, out, in, out.

The rest of the men that still were in the building were collecting all the pieces of evidence they could. This was going to be one very long and hard investigation…

To be continued….

Please, don't freak out, and stay tuned for the next chapter. There'll big a big surprise…