A/N: I do apologise for the delay between chapters, many things happened that have caused this to happen... I shall not bore you with details... BUT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, here we have... (drum roll please)... a short CHAPTER 8! (Just to get me back into the swing of things)... special thanks to all of you for following and favouriting and hell... just reading... you guys all rock... especially you, reading this right now... yes, you, with the smile on your face... i got you... :p

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Ziva sat quietly in the car as it drove away, a silent tear rolling down her cheek. "I must protect Abby." She thought. Her hair fell over her face, hiding her emotions from view. "He is going to kill me. I know it." Abbadon looked over at her. He smiled before running his hand through her hair. "Do not worry, My Ziva. I shall make you happy." Ziva prayed under her breath.

Shelby sprinted out of the car and ran to the N.C.I.S. building only to find the area cordoned off. She looked around to see some tents of agents and upon seeing some of Ziva's team, she headed there. When she reached them she found Sarah being tended to by Ducky, she turned and ran straight into Gibbs. "Andi is innocent, she was with her ex. I can get proof." Gibbs looked at her with a sadness. "Andi is gone. There was an explosion and in the chaos, Andi disappeared." Sarah stood, a look of anger in her eyes. "ANDI NEEDED US!" She screamed. "YOU WERE GONE AND I WASN'T EVEN ALLOWED TO SEE HER!" The blonde woman fell to the floor. "What have we done Shelby? Where is she?"

Abby watched as Shelby ran out before getting out and locking the car. The young redhead would be saved and everything would work out. She started walking in the same direction as her new friend as an old man stopped her. "Excuse me dear, do you happen to have the time?" The hyperactive goth smiled. 'Saving an innocent person and helping the elderly. Double score." Abby looked at her phone to check the time and as she looked up, she felt a needle in her neck. "Oh crap." Darkness fell over her as she was carried away.

Abbadon smiled at his captive. "My little Ziva. Do not worry. Soon we shall be able to play, but for now, i have work to do. He knelt over the table Ziva was strapped to and placed a needle against her neck. "Shush my flower, we shall talk when you awaken." He pushed the needle through the skin and injected her with some kind of concoction. As the world around her darkened, she swore she heard screams. Maybe they were in her head. She hoped they were, but Abbadon's laughing as the screaming intensified proved her wrong.