A/N: Okay well I promised you guys this a long time ago, but RL been getting in the way, so now I have a little more time on my hands I thought I'd post what I have managed to do so far. I'm still working on this re-write and will not promise regular updates but I am determined to finish, you will fined that not everything has changed, there are several sections that haven't changed at all but changes have been made and they will become more apparent as the story continues, so I hope you like the changes I've made…
Chapter 1
The agent eyes had adjusted, again, to the little light there was in his concrete cell, but that really wasn't any help right now, in actual fact with the pounding headache, that he currently had, the young man was glad there was little to no light around. He was aware enough to know that there was chain attached to the manacle around his right foot, that meant he could only move as much as it allowed and that his hands where securely fasten behind his back to prevent him from even trying to free himself.
Other than that he wasn't even sure what time it was, yet alone what day, had even twenty four hours passed since this whole fiasco had started – probably, after all he had no idea of how long he had originally been unconscious. So right now he was doing the only thing that was left for him to do, sitting on the cold damp floor waiting for the next incident to happen. He was in trouble and knew it, he didn't need his already badly bruised body to tell him that, actually right now he was very much surprised that he was still alive, but he knew it probably wasn't going to be for long, after all the American government weren't going to pay any type of ransom no matter what his captures may think.
The only other time he remembered feeling this level of uncertainty in his life, than he did at this precise moment, was when he had woken up in hospital with no memory of who he was or what had happen to him. In the coming week's he had been diagnosed with sever amnesia brought on by a head trauma that hadn't been treat early enough, he'd spent the entire time feeling disconnected and lonely, undergoing hours of test that hadn't just been medical, as no one came forward to claim him as their son.
He was drawn way from those particular dark thoughts by the sound of multiple footsteps drawing near and instinctively knew it was time for another beating, not that they spoke or asked him anything, after all they didn't need to, but then again the gag in his mouth wouldn't permit him to reply anyway. Right now he was just their punching bag, something they could use to elevate their tension or just for the fun of it; the door opened and the blinding light it let in hurt his eyes.
He was quickly manhandled to his feet, two strong pair of arms holding him forcefully upright, before several punches, by another member of the group, landed in his abdomen. He soon felt a hand fondling him through his trousers, and closed his eyes to stop them from seeing the shame he felt by the action, he gave silent prayers of thanks that it had never gone any further, all he was grateful for right now, as like when this had happened previously, was the fact that his boss and partners couldn't see what was happening to him.
"Enough!" The commanding, heavily Mexican accented, female voice cut through the air before giving the order "Bring him!"
The agent felt the hand slip away before his right ankle was grabbed and he heard the distinct noise of keys rattling and suddenly the manacle was no more and he was being lead somewhere new, well more like dragged, even if he was trying to walk, as his legs weren't being very co-operative right now and the pain in his left leg was distantly familiar.
Within a few minutes the agent found himself not only tied to a chair but starring into the lens of a video camera, with his head being forcefully held in place by whoever had tight hold of his hair and the arm around his neck holding him in a head lock almost to the point that he felt like he was choking. The female voice had already been talking for a few minutes, but he really hadn't taken in much of what was said, but his brain cleared a little, as the pain again subsided as he had stopped moving, which allowed him to hear the last part of the demand that was being made and left him feeling sick to his stomach.
"….so this is the deal you release Pedro Hermandez and we will release your agent, you have seventy two hours to comply or your brave little agent dies"
NCIS
Gibbs gut churned for like the hundredth time, as he woke earlier than normal, feeling more than a little restless. The apprehension he'd had since late last Thursday afternoon still hadn't gone away and it was now Monday. Those feelings revolved around one of his agents and like it did every time he looked at that particular agent it brought about a rafted of other emotions linked to memories he'd tried so long and hard to bury.
Those memories however refused to be buried during the weekend that had just passed and images of his daughter laughing and playing with a young faceless boy, had spent many hours dancing around his head as he tried and failed for what felt like the millionth time to put a face and a name to the child. He had long ago given up trying to find any information that would help him in the impossible task, in spite of everything he did know how the boy was connected to his daughter Kelly and his first wife, the information was there inside his head and spent most of the time on the tip of his tongue when he spent any time thinking about his daughter. That's what made the whole scenario so frustrating that and not knowing how or what it had to do with his agent.
Knowing he wasn't going to be getting anymore sleep Gibbs rolled of the sofa and wandered into the kitchen for a much needed coffee. Twenty minutes later and he was arriving at headquarters setting a new record for earliness, even for him. The fact that it wasn't even zero five hundred had many of the night staff doing a double take as he made his way through the building and to his desk.
Having booted up his machine, Gibbs took a moment to look around his section of the bullpen, his eyes lingering momentarily on the desk of the agent that had unknowingly been causing him so much concern and uneasiness. It was so early that he was more than a little surprised when he heard the ding of the elevator announcing some else's presence.
Looking up he saw one of the night's security team escorting a young woman with long dark hair into the bullpen and was shocked when he realised just who she was, primarily because he hadn't really expected her of all people to ever want to step into this building again, yet alone come and see him.
NCIS
Abigail Sciuto or Abby to her 'so called' friends/colleagues, woke for the third day in a row with a great sense of satisfaction. The first part of the plan had worked perfectly, ridding her of the annoying agent who had, for some unknown reason, never completely trusted her since he had started working with the team, unlike the rest of the people at NCIS.
It was because of his distrust that she had taken more of an interest in him, than she had done with the other members of the team, other than the main target of the original plan. That interest had paid dividends, especially when she had managed to get an unwillingly given blood sample, thanks to the dog bite said agent had received. The fact that she had then found out who he really was because of said sample made the whole scenario even more satisfying.
It intrigued her as much as it did her acquaintances – her other family - that no one else knew about, that he had managed to hide his secret, and portray himself as someone completely different, not just from the team but from the team leader in particular.
Over the years prior to the discovery, she had taken great pleasure in setting him up as the full guy for her so called 'mistakes', watching him beg about not being made to kneel at his desk, for hours on end, had been one of many highlights in the past few years. Only six months ago when the agent had shot the dog that had bitten him, she had enjoyed herself immensely, as she read him the riot act for shooting the mutt, the only problem had been when he had taken a sudden turn for the worse, collapsing in the bullpen in front of everyone before being rushed to hospital.
It had been that collapse that had made Gibbs become was more interested in and caring towards him, than her and within days of that incident Gibbs was more standoffish than he had been previously. On hearing that particular news, her other family became increasingly impatient especially with the way things seemed to be unravelling and between them they formed a new plan, to not only destroy the young agent, but also the man who had imprisoned Pedro Hermandez and destroyed any hopes she had had of being re-united with her true blood family.
A telephoned the night before telling of how much the who worked for her family were enjoying their human punching bag and given her a sense of perverse pleasure, now however the hardest part of their plan was to start, was she going to be able to pull of this particularly difficult but necessary section of their strategy to enable them to accomplish what they wanted? To do it she needed to be able to convince her 'so called' friends/colleagues that she had no idea of what had happen to that particular young man after she had left him
She was however still confident in the knowledge that for last seven years she had foiled all the American agents of NCIS completely and even with the last six months being a little trickier than usual, she was still convinced that she had one Leroy Jethro Gibbs eating out of the palm of her hand, if everything went to plan and she could see no reason for it not to Gibbs would be in Mexico hunting for his missing agent by the end of the day, meaning that her family could take full advantage and get their revenge for the fact that Pedro Hermandez was still on death row and just days away from the electric chair.