Advantages and Abilities

Chapter 3

Abby paced around the room where she and Greg were being held captive. Neither one had actually seen their kidnapper since the masked guys had drugged them both outside the coffee shop earlier today. 'That should be a good sign.'  Abby thought as she remembered everything the gang had ever told her in relation to their cases where people wound up being held captive.

From Kate: 'Stockholm Syndrome is where the kidnapped forms an emotional attachment to the kidnapper. It's a danger if you stay in contact with your kidnapper for a while. Make it work for you. Remember who you are Abby, and that they are the bad guy, and they will kill you.'  She told Abby while teaching her basic self-defense moves.

From Gibbs: ' It is the duty of a prisoner to stay alive so they can escape, Abbs.' He signed to her while helping her sign without making a lot of noticeable movements and teaching her evasion tactics.

From Tony: 'always play sweet, innocent, and scared. Make them underestimate you. Inside though, Abbs, you have to be as tough as you can. That will let you escape.' He advised while teaching her how to fire a gun both normally and with her hands tied.

From Ducky: 'you have to think outside the box Abby, find that one break in the setup. Though sometimes the only thing you can do is help in your rescue. Be alert, be aware, as you well know sometimes the smallest of clues can break a case wide open.' He told her while making sure she knew Morse Code, and how to pick different sorts of locks blindfolded using whatever is lying around.

'Poor Tim,' Abby thought, he hadn't had these tips just yet. Whether or not he realized it yet Gibbs, Tony, and Kate were being protective of the young agent. He wasn't placed in much danger yet. Herself on the other hand, well until Tim had shown up she was the only computer geek that Gibbs trusted. There was many times where it almost looked like she would have to go undercover to help out on a case. Gibbs had each of his agents, and Ducky, take her under their wing and teach her something she didn't already know that could help in a hostage situation. She looked over to Greg. 'He looks pretty scared at the moment. Better help him out and as Gibbs would say get some intel.'

"Greg," she whispered, "how are you doing?"

"Scared, why were we grabbed?" Greg asked to the room in general.

"Because your lady friend is key to getting what we want. If you behave and if the Gunny does exactly what we want then the Gunny will be given your location. Otherwise we leave and you will die. Who knows maybe in a thousand years you will be found and future people will wonder what happened to you." A disembodied, distorted voice said over a speaker. 

Abby's eyes widened as the voice mentioned Gibbs. She was being used against him! She couldn't let this creep do that to him. Abby looked around the room they were stuck in again.

It was a square room lined with metal riveted walls that were painted grey. It looked old school military right down to the speaker that freaky voice dude was using. 'Well that's something Abbs. You know Gibbs will demand to either see you or speak with you so that means he will be recording any feed.' She told herself. 'You have to think what to communicate so you will be ready for either signing or Morse Code. I should see if Greg has anything he wants his friends to know. Chances are we aren't that far from Vegas so Gibbs will be butting heads with Greg's co-workers and without me he's going to need good lab workers, according to Greg that's his people.'

Abby walked over to Greg, "Greg, if this creep lets me talk to Gibbs it might be a good idea to let him know you are with me so he can let your friends know." Abby moved in closer to whisper very softly in Greg's ear, "there are two ways I can covertly get info to my friends depending on how this guy lets me talk to Gibbs. Is there anything that he could tell them that might 'grease the wheels' so to speak?"

Greg looked nervously around the room he leaned in close to Abby's ear to whisper, "have him tell Nick Stokes, he has my permission to start without me, and he sleeps in cartoon boxers when he wears anything at all."

Abby nodded, her mind ran though the information she needed to related and how she could relate it depending on how they let her talk to Gibbs.

After about 15 minutes or so a video camera and tripod were brought in by a black-clad, mask wearing kidnapper. "Well little lady, are you ready? I'm sure the Gunny will want proof we are keeping you alive." 

"Why are you doing this? What can Gibbs possibly do for you?" Abby demanded walking right up to the kidnapper.

The kidnapper pulled back and slapped Abby across the face so hard it knocked her down. A gun pointed at Greg's head kept him from leaping to her aid. "You are just a tool bitch. The Gunny is responsible for a lot of grief that came down on my family. I just want to even the score a bit. I know he cares for you a great deal. I've been watching you two from a far for a while. I just knew it was a sign that everything was going to be okay when you came to Las Vegas. "

The second kidnapper brought in a chair and some duct tape, "now let's get you all pretty to talk to the Gunny." He grabbed Abby by a pigtail hauling her to sit in the straight-backed chair.  Then he started wrapping the duct tape around Abby's torso and arms until he reached her elbows. Then he securely wrapped her arms to the arms of the chair. 

The muzzle of a handgun pressed into Abby's temple. "No funny stuff, little girl. Otherwise the Gunny gets to see your brains blown out."

"Fine, no funny stuff, got it." Abby said as she pretended to be more scared than she really was. She was watching the other guy set up the camera and trying to judge if her fingers and hands were going to be in frame. 'Just as well I still have my rings on.' She thought as she started fidgeting in the chair tapping out a message and moving her hands with the same words.

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