"Where the hell did you go, McGee?" Tony grumbled. He swatted at a mosquito that had landed on his neck and cursed the young agent's name. He'd just finished taking pictures of the "fresh" body they'd found down in Boone's dumping ground and the afternoon sun had been none too forgiving. With sweat, grime, and bits of squashed mosquitoes sticking to his skin, Tony was in no mood to have to find his young partner.
He pulled out his phone to call Tim's. "Probie, you have five minutes to find your way back here before both Gibbs and I tear you a new one!" he barked when he was once again sent to voicemail.
Tim had been sent back to call Gibbs and let him know that the dumping ground had been found while Tony processed the scene. When he hadn't returned after nearly fifteen minutes, Tony had felt a mixture of anger, frustration and, though he hated to admit it, fear. The bodies weren't going anywhere and he doubted that anyone would venture upon it, so he'd decided to see what was keeping Tim. All phone calls had been sent straight to voicemail and he was nearing the end of his rope.
"Dammit, McGee! Get your ass back here now!" he bellowed the fifth time he got Tim's voicemail. "I do not want to spend all day in this middle-of-nowhere dumping ground with a decaying body just because you can't…" Tony trailed off as something stuck beneath the windshield wiper of the van caught his eye.
He clicked the phone off and grabbed the small white square. On the reverse side was a picture of an unconscious Tim lying in the trunk of a car with his hands bound behind his back and duct tape stuck across his mouth. Even more unsettling was the small patch of blood that stained the skin and hair surrounding Tim's temple. "Dammit, McGee!" he repeated in a whisper, this time not in anger, but in fear for the young agent's life.
Tony pulled out his gun, prepared if anyone should try to sneak up on him, and he called Gibbs. "We've got a problem, boss…"
AN: I was just thinking about what might have happened if Paula hadn't been on T.A.D with Gibbs' team during "Mind Games." Obviously, Boone and his lawyer had been planning this for a while so the death of Kate probably put a damper on their plans (since women were always the targets in their murders).
This story is already complete (and fairly short), so I'll post one chapter per day!