Goths should only Look Like the Walking Dead
Summary: Abby has a really, really bad date.
Distribution: The Nook
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, no infringement intended. Just play and more play.
Spoilers: HL and NCIS season three.
Rating: for language
AN: I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. My beta and I were discussing who else could be an Immortal.
The harsh ringing of his cell phone was way too loud. He had crashed at his desk after seventy-two hours of searching. "Gibbs," he barked into the mouthpiece.
"Thank God," Abby breathed. "I was afraid."
"You missed work three days in a row," her boss growled. The 'and made me worry when you didn't call in' was unspoken but highly implied. Leroy Jethro Gibbs looked around. McGee's desk was empty. Ziva and Tony were dead asleep. Ziva was starting to wake up, so Gibbs would talk softer.
"I know," Abby whispered. "But I have a really good excuse."
"My date tried to kill me."
Gibbs sat straight up in his chair. "Are you safe now?"
"I don't know," Abby's voice got even softer. "I'm lost. I just found my phone. It was buried with me. Luckily, he turned it off and saved the battery."
"Buried?" Gibbs was jogging for the elevator and hit the 'down' button. McGee had been in Abby's lab, but Abby's phone had been turned off. They had all been really worried.
"Yeah and he didn't even use a coffin, just loose dirt." She sounded insulted - miffed. Just like the Goth girl to concentrate on trivialities when she was in a life and death situation.
"I'm far away from my grave, but I don't know where I am."
Meanwhile Gibbs had shoved McGee awake, pointed to his phone a mouthed 'Abby.' McGee looked so relieved. He immediately started up the search program. "It's her phone, right?" he whispered. Gibbs nodded.
"We're coming for you, Abs." Gibbs said aloud. "McGee is getting a fix on you right now."
"You're not going to hang up on me, are you?"
"No. I promise."
"Thanks Gibbs." Abby breathed regular for a moment. "Gibbs?"
"Please come alone."
"Abby," Gibbs warned her.
"Please? It's weird and… I'm scared. I don't want the others to see this. Please promise me, Gibbs."
"Promise me, or I'm hanging up."
That was quite a threat coming from Abby, and McGee still didn't have a location yet. "I promise."
"Thank you." She waited a minute. "How's my car?"
"McGee and Tony better not have done any damage."
"They didn't. Trying to save it for you. I did the damage," Gibbs added.
"How bad?" she asked.
"Better not." Paused. "Are you coming yet?"
"Got it," McGee announced as he started writing it down. Gibbs was snatching it away before McGee could complete the last number.
"I'm coming, Abs." Gibbs said. He ran out the door. McGee was on his heels and managed to make the elevator before the doors shut. The doors opened on the main floor and McGee darted out to get his pack and the keys to the evidence van. Two steps out, he realized that Gibbs had closed the elevator doors behind him.
He swore softly to himself. "Tony! Ziva!" he called. The two agents jerked awake. "Abby called in. Alive. We have a location."
Tony was reaching for his pack. "Good. Where's Gibbs? Does he know?"
"Abby called him. He took the GPS coordinates just now. Best hurry, he's not going to wait long."
Contradictory as always, Tony stopped in his tracks. "You don't know the GPS?"
McGee pushed Tony toward the elevator. "No, Gibbs took it before I could commit it to memory. He's not going to wait."
"He's already left," Tony contradicted. He started pushing McGee. "You get down to the lab and call us as soon as you have it again."
"You're not leaving without me," McGee argued. "This is Abby."
"Who we all love," Ziva interrupted. "But Gibbs might do something without someone else there. Someone is going to get shot soon. McGee – Lab. Now. We'll send Abby your way ASAP and we'll let her know that staying behind was not your idea."
Abby was off the road, hiding in a ditch when Gibbs pulled up. She ran to great him and threw her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you."
Gibbs finally got her to take a step back so that he could look at her. Her shirt had several bloody holes in it that would signify deep and fatal stab wounds, but then Abby wouldn't be awake and alive. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Abby wailed. "When I looked at the soil where I was buried, it looked like I bled out. And I remember him coming at me with a knife. The first stab hurt so much! I don't remember much more until I woke up in a shallow grave. It's impossible! What happened to me?"
Gibbs pulled her back into his arms. "Shhhh. We'll figure it out. It's okay, Abby. We'll figure it out."
Abby sniffled and nodded. "You promising?"
Gibbs kissed her forehead. "I'm here for you whenever you need me."
The Goth shuddered. "It was so scary, the stabbing and them the dirt. I got it in my mouth and nose and it tastes yucky. I can't believe he didn't even put me in a cardboard box."
"At least it wasn't a coffin," Gibbs said. "You might not have gotten out of that."
Abby shivered. "Thanks, now I might not get to sleep in my bed for a while."
He smiled unrepentantly.
"How far behind is everyone?" she asked.
"I'm surprised that they aren't here already."
Abby nodded and curled up in her boss's arms. "Thank you, Gibbs."
"You know, I'll always be here for you."
"I know." Abby sniffed. "Can we leave now? Turn off our phones, go to my place so that I can clean up before any of the others see me?"
"What about evidence?"
"I think I died, Gibbs but there is no proof on my body. So if I said that he stabbed me, I'd be laughed out of court. I wouldn't believe me, but you believe me, don't you Gibbs?"
"I believe you. Let's go get you cleaned up."
Methos had just happened to be walking through DC when he felt the Buzz. He looked around, trying to identify the source.
"Ow, ow, owie," a girl muttered as she climbed out of sedan that had just pulled up. The sedan had government plates, but the care that the driver- a man old enough to be her 'father'- bestowed indicated that she was in no danger. The man's gaze met the Oldest Immortal's. Methos saw protection there and the Buzz didn't fade yet. He looked the girl over, she had to have just woken from her first death and it had been a traumatic one. She was filthy dirty from head to toe and the man's sport jacket didn't hide all the blood. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other.
The man guided the girl into the apartment complex and up the stairs. Methos knew better than to follow right now, but couldn't walk away just yet with his conscience cleared. He had been hanging out with the Boy Scout for too long, for he pulled out his cell phone and called his hotel. It looked like his vacation had just been extended.