A/N: See profile for full disclaimer. This is (finally) the sequel to NCIS: The More Things Change. You probably want to read that first or this won't make a lot of sense - especially this first chapter. I know I left you hanging at the end of that one but hopefully this will be worth the wait. This first chapter is kind of short (sorry) but I hope to update fairly regularly – yeah, yeah – you've heard that before. SO – here we go!

Chapter 1

Somebody was screaming.

Maybe he should go help but he could hear the sirens. That meant help was on the way, right? But somebody was screaming. It must be pretty bad. Maybe they were hurt really bad. Or maybe someone else was hurt – or dead. He should go help.

But if he was going to help he would have to get out of bed. Wait. How did he get in bed? Was he in bed? He had been sleeping (until the screaming woke him up) so he must be in bed. The sirens were louder now – that meant help was near. He could just go back to sleep. But somebody was screaming.

Somebody was talking to him but he couldn't understand them (because of the screaming – they really needed to do something about that.) Calm down? What did that mean? He was sleeping – how much calmer could he get?

Hands. Holding him down. They needed to stop. Then he opened his eyes.

Lights. Sirens. People. People shouting. And someone was still screaming.

Then he realized that that someone was him.

The voices were starting to come through a little clearer. Calm down, they said again and again. We're going to get you out. Out? Out of where? Wasn't he in bed? Wasn't he sleeping? No. No. He was in the car. They were in the car. Going away together… somewhere. Wait they were in the car. Where is he? Where is he?

He has to find him. Where is he? Calm down, they say again. You're going to be okay. We have to get you out first. Then we can work on getting your friend out.

He tries to speak, to ask, but his voice isn't working. But they seem to understand. He's alive, they say. We're going to get both of you out and get you to a hospital. Then they give him something in the IV he didn't even know he had. And finally the screaming stops.

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He hears screaming. Then it stops. There's a lot of noise. Sirens. Horns. And the screaming. But it stopped so that's good.

He's cold. His husband is a blanket thief. Every night, he steals the covers. He tries to roll over, to snuggle closer (he's pretty sure that's why the covers get stolen, to force the cuddling, though his husband would never admit it.) But something's wrong. He can't move.

Voices. What are they saying? It's okay? What's okay? Is he tied down? Has he been kidnapped? Why can't he move? He begins to struggle.

Hands. Lots of hands. Holding him down. The voices are back, too. Calm down, they say. He's afraid. Oh, God. He's crying. No, no crying. He's not going to cry but the tears keep falling. Then he opens his eyes.

Lights. Sirens. Noise. People over him. And he remembers. They were in the car. Going on a trip. And..and what? What happened? Where was…? In a panic, he looks at the seat next to him and sees…nothing. Where is he? Where is his husband?

The voices are back. He's okay, they say. Already on the way to the hospital. You're just taking a little longer to get free. Then they say something about an IV and he feels a little stick. And he closes his eyes.

TBC