"Who are you?" Gibbs struggled to focus on the face in front of him. His whole body hurts and his mind was fuzzy. He was definitely drugged by someone, but right now, it was hard to remember. The person in front of him was staring at him intently, a Chinese teenage girl no more than 16 or 17. She looked like she had just been in a fight, a bruise was heeling over her eyes, her lips looked as if it had been bleeding and a cut ran above her eyebrow.

"You ok?" she asked.

"Where am I?" Gibbs asked trying to push himself off the floor. He seems to be in a abandoned lab, a chemistry lab to be exact when he saw the burettes on the table. He had no idea where he was, and he hated that he was feeling so weak.

"A chemistry lab off Norfolk naval base," the girl replied. Pushing him down, she continued, "You were drugged, you should probably sleep it off."

"No..." Gibbs protested, there was no way he was going to sleep when he had no idea where he was, or what happened, or who he was with. In fact, he had no idea about anything.

"Well, have a drink," she said, handing him a cup of water. Taking a sip, he realised that it was no plain water, it tasted weird. Instinctively, he spitted the mouthful of water out.

"What is in this?" Gibbs demanded.

"Salt, sugar and water, with a bit of caffeine added," the girl turned around to reply him in a matter-of-fact tone. Looking at his face, she continued, "It is an oral rehydration therapy solution and the caffeine will make you feel better. Trust me, it is good for you."

"Why should I trust you?" Gibbs asked. It was a born trait of an investigator not to trust anyone.

"Cause I just saved your ass?" the girl said in an isn't-it-obvious tone, sitting down beside Gibbs. Clearly she was not intimidated by Gibbs, a rare trait in any sensible person. As a reply, Gibbs lifted the cup to her lips and took a big gulp.

"Who are you?" Gibbs asked.

"Brenda Lee," the girl said, sticking out her hand at Gibbs.

"Gibbs, Leroy Jethro Gibbs," Gibbs said taking her hand.

"How did you get here?" Brenda asked, adjusting her position so she come face to face with Gibbs.

"Why don't you answer some of my questions?" Gibbs asked in return.

"Why should I trust you?" she retorted.

"I'm an NCIS agent, I would show you my badge, but I think they took it when they drugged me."

"So, what case were you investigating when you landed yourself here?"

"A case of a murder of a petty officer, I think the murderer wanted to kill me, instead he kidnapped me instead," Gibbs said, "what did you do?"

"Don't want to talk about it," Brenda said, "but I can tell you that you are probably right about who killed the petty officer, in the alley behind unit 3 of Norfolk base right?"

"How did you know?"

"He told me," Brenda said simply, looking at her hands.

"Who is he?" Gibbs' demanded again, his voice turning forceful.

"I don't know his name, they call him Pacman," Brenda shrugged her shoulder, looking defeated.

"He did that to you?" Gibbs asked in a slightly more gentle tone, gesturing at her face.

"Yeah, he did," Brenda refused to look at Gibbs. Turning around, she walked back to her lab table before saying to Gibbs, "you should finish the drink."

"What are you doing?" Gibbs asked. Brenda had been working on some chemistry things for the whole afternoon. Gibbs really had no idea what was going through the mind of this girl.

"You don't need to know," the reply was curt.

"Why not?"

"Listen, I will be gone by 8 tonight, there's something I would need you to help me to do. Look at this, it is set at 170 degrees, at 12 tonight, I need you to turn the temperature down to 100 degrees. At 2 am, add this liquid into it, drop-wise, slowly like over 15 minutes or something. You got that?" Brenda ignored Gibbs' question.

"Yes," Gibbs said, surprised at the urgency of Brenda's voice.

"Why will you be gone by 8?"

"He wants me by 8. Dinner will be served at 7, which is in half an hour."

"What time will you be back?"

"Around 2, 3am? You will probably be spending the night here alone, it will be cold, you see those two container? Take 2 spoons of the solid and add it to 400ml of the liquid in a plastic bag. It will act as a heat pack, not very good, but decent enough." she said pointing to two plastic container at the corner of the room.

"Why are you doing this?" Gibbs asked confused?

"Doing what?"

"Saving me?"

"Cause I need your help to bust us out of here."

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