Chapter 1
Gibbs walked into the bullpen. It was empty, except for Abby, who was pacing at the other end.
"Where is everyone Abs?" he asked, slightly confused at the empty office.
"I don't know Gibbs," said Abby worriedly. She stopped pacing and sat down at McGee's desk, resting her head in her hands, "I tried every phone number I could find, but no one's answered any of my calls." She looked up at him, worry shining in her beautiful blue eyes.
"Relax," he told her calmly, "This isn't the first time the three of them have all been late, and it probably won't be the last." Even as he spoke McGee rushed out of the elevator. He stopped, confused, looking around at the empty desks.
"Funny," he said, "I thought I was-"
"Late?" supplied Abby helpfully.
"You are," informed Gibbs.
"Then where are-" asked McGee.
"Tony and Ziva?" finished Abby.
"No idea," stated Gibbs.
"O-okay," said McGee slowly, "So shouldn't we-"
"Call them?" supplied Abby.
"Yeah, but enough with the finishing my-" replied McGee.
"Sentences?" said Abby giggling, "Sorry," she apologized after a look from Gibbs, "Couldn't help myself."
"We already called them, McGee," said Gibbs, "No answer from either of them."
"We didn't get an answer from you either, actually McGee," Abby piped up.
"My cell was dead," explained McGee, apologetically plugging it in.
"Maybe," echoed Gibbs, worry in his eyes.
When Tony woke up, the first thing that he noticed was not that he was bound to a chair, but that he really needed to pee. It was only after this realization, that he realized where he was, or at least that he wasn't where he should be, which was at work, and not duct taped to a chair. The third thing that he noticed was that he was not alone. Someone was tied behind him.
"Hello?" he asked, trying to sound brave and at ease, but instead sounding weak and small.
"Tony?" said Ziva's voice.
"Ziva!" replied Tony, happier than he ever had been to hear her voice.
"What did you do now?" she asked, not nearly as happy to hear him as he was her.
"What do you mean?" Tony asked indignantly.
"I wake up taped to a chair, with you, in a warehouse. I didn't do anything, so it must be your fault." Ziva explained calmly.
"Oh thanks a bunch," said Tony sarcastically, "Of course it's my fault. It's always my fault according to you."
"Well it usually is," Ziva stated matter of factly. Tony was about to reply, when a man, who was large, wearing a suit, and bald, emerged from the shadows around them, holding an instant camera. As if by some unspoken agreement, both agents remained silent.
The man stepped forward, and took a picture, first of Tony, then Ziva. The pictures quickly shot out of the camera. Both Ziva, and Tony, looked angry, worried, and very clearly taped up. Seemingly satisfied, the man turned and walked silently away.