With shaking hands, I yanked out the flash drive, which was now stocked with NCIS files. I heard the screams from my window. I reached up to my shelf and grabbed Bert, and squeezed him tightly.
"We'll be okay, Bert." I whispered, clutching him and the flash drive closer to me.
I had barely made it three steps from my lab door when Gibbs came running in.
"ABBY!" He yelled.
"Gibbs!" I cried. He grabbed me, and shoved me down, laying on top of me.
"I promised you wouldn't get hurt." He whispered in my ear sadly.
"Gibbs, what are you-" Then, suddenly, pain. I screamed.
I knew no more….
The first thing I knew when I woke up was pain.
I felt it everywhere- in my side, on my stomach, in my head.
And in myself.
I felt like I was choking as the last painful moments came back to me.
Gibbs throwing himself on top of me.
I tried to sit up, but couldn't. A large piece of a concrete beam was sprawled across me, balanced delicately above me. I gulped and quickly said a quiet prayer, thanking my lucky stars that the concrete beam fell the way it did. Still laying on the ground, I looked around me. The rubble sprawled out for a long ways, but the light of searchlights illuminated a few small spots. Unfortunately, not one of them was anywhere close to me.
Where was my silver fox?
Where was he?
I looked around again, but saw nothing. Nothing but rubble.
I took another glance up to the concrete up above me.
"God, let me please find him safe." I murmured. I rolled over lightly. I heard the concrete moan, and my heart rate suddenly started double-time. I reached out and clawed the rubble before me, pulling myself out from under the beam.
"Gibbs!" I called into the rubble.
My heart rate did triple time.
"GIBBS!" I screamed, desperately praying for something. An answer, at least something that told me he was still alive.
Something that told me my father was not killed trying to save me.
After a while, I started fading into somewhat of a delirium. I began having intense flashbacks.
First, I imagined I was back in my whole, beautiful lab.
"You're just saying that to make me feel safe."
He grinned, and kissed my forehead. "I'll keep you safe, I promise Abby."
He had promised he'd keep me safe.
Even if it would cost him his own life.
Now I was back in my lab, except there were bat ornaments hung in front of me, a glint of light hitting each one.
"It's okay, Abbs." Gibbs said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I nestled farther into it, against his warmth. I smiled, and switched off the light.
"GIBBS!" I screamed again, praying for an answer. I was now practically ripping rubble away, trying to find the man who saved my life.
I could feel his arms around me, feel his lips on my forehead as he congratulated me on my good work.
He was the closest thing to a true father I had known.
And I wasn't going to let him go.
Suddenly, I heard shifting. I whipped around, terrified, thinking another piece was about to fall. I heard voices behind me, shouting. They sounded like rescuers.
I did not care.
I needed to find him.
"I'm trying to find him!" I shouted to the rescuers, who started yelling back.
"Miss, come back here!"
"Miss, it's dangerous-"
"NO!" I screeched. "Not until I find Gibbs!"
I turned back, and heard more shifting, but ahead of me. Then, something caught my eye. Something that stood out against the black charred debris.
The gray cuff of a jacket.
"Gibbs!" I cried out. I kicked aside black, burn pieces of stone and shuffled through the debris. I felt tears sting my eyes as I realized that he was covered in charred stone. Quickly, I began ripping away at it. A sort of determination had taken over me, making me rip piece after piece like a madman.
Then, I saw it.
A tuft of gray hair.
I threw off the last piece of burnt concrete. There he was. He had a long gash trailing from his jaw to his forehead, he was bruised, but otherwise untouched.
"Gibbs." I whispered. I put my hand on his cheek, and he stirred slightly.
I began digging into the debris more, and more hands joined me as we dug through the layers of rubble to get to him.
"You're gonna be okay, Gibbs!" I cried as I yanked away the remaining debris. Then, his full body came into view. His shirt was hanging in tatters, and his pants were about the same. He also had numerous bruises and cuts, but nothing major was broken, and he wasn't dead.
He wasn't dead.
And that was probably the best I could've asked for.
I threw myself on him, sobbing into his shoulder.
"A-Abby?" he asked quietly. "Oh my god. You're okay." He said, reaching up to me.
"Of course I'm okay, Gibbs." I looked at him and smiled. "You're okay. And that's all I need."
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