I forgot my comment, so, here it is.

I'm a big fan of NCIS, but I have to say that I don't like the 15th season. Not just because it's Pauley Perrette's final season, but because they killed Gibbs' and Abby's beautiful father-daughter relationship (yeah, I don't count video calls or a talk over the phone).

And although, Torres and Reeves are not that bad, I like Tony more, so, you won't find the new agents in this story. I would have written Ziva in it too, but since I needed the New Orleans agents, I had to go with season 11, and Bishop.

I hope you enjoy the story J

I don't own anything. The characters belong to CBS.

Chapter 1

It was one of these days when you don't want to get up because you already know that it would be a horrible day. All you want to do is to throw the alarm out of the window, to pull the blanket over your head and to go back to the beautiful dream you had moments ago.

And this was exactly what Leroy Jethro Gibbs wanted to do this morning. Except that he didn't want to go back to his dream because it had been a nightmare. He couldn't remember every detail, but he knew that it had been something about his team. The problem was that he still had this strange feeling that something wasn't right, and his gut was telling him that he should check on his team. The special agent grabbed his cell phone and already pushed his speed dial number one to call Abby, but then he changed his mind and closed it. He knew that Abby wouldn't mind if he would call her that early, but he didn't want to frighten her if he was just hallucinating.

Sighing, he stood up and made himself ready for work. In an hour he would see them all, and then he would realize that his bad feeling was just the rest of his stupid nightmare. So, the team leader ignored his gut and went to work.

As always he was the first, who arrived at the office. The rest of his team often needed almost another hour, until they were complete. Because he hadn't finished his report the night before, he started his day with the completing it. He was almost done when Dr. Donald Mallard, called Ducky, arrived.

"Good morning, Jethro. Where have you left your team?"

"Morning, Duck. They are not here yet. But you are early today. What's up?"

"Jethro? Have you taken a look at the clock? I'm not early. Your team is late."

Alarmed, Gibbs looked at his clock. Ducky was right. It was already 9 am and still, there was no sign of his agents. They didn't even call to tell him that they would be late.

The bad feeling, which he had the whole morning, hit him hard now and suddenly even the taste of his coffee changed. He felt guilty that he hadn't checked on his team this morning. The team leader threw his coffee in the trash can and then he pushed his speed dial number two on his cell phone. Tony's name appeared on the display, and Gibbs heard the dialing sound. It rang ten times until Gibbs pushed the red button. His next try was Abby on speed dial one, but he got the same result. It only rang, and no one picked up. Although his gut was telling him that it had no use, Gibbs dialed McGee's number. When he didn't reach Bishop either, he threw his cell phone through the office. Ducky sighed and picked it up.

"I assume that this means you didn't reach them."

"Where are they? I could understand that one of them is not answering their phone. But all of them? And even Abby, who always answer my calls, because she knows my rules and especially rule number three? What are they doing?"

"If I may make a suggestion, why don't you pay them a visit? I will help you and drive to Abigail."

"You would do that?"

"Oh Jethro, of course, I would. Like our dear Abigail always says, we are a family."

"You're right. Drive to Abby, I take the rest."

The Silver Fox grabbed the car keys and his jacket. He couldn't wait any longer.

"You don't have to take all of them. I can visit one of the others too."

"No, I drive faster. You take Abby."

Gibbs was right. It took him only fifteen minutes until he arrived at Tony's place. He rang and knocked a few times, but the team leader got no answer. In the end, he asked the landlord to open the door for him. The apartment was empty. The living room seemed fine and Gibbs found Tony's smartphone on the table. The bedroom, on the other hand, was a mess. Either Tony had wild sex before he left, or he fought with someone. Gibbs' instinct told him that it was option number two.

`Damn it, Tony. Where are you? What happened to you?´

At this moment, his cell phone rang. Jake's name appeared on the display. Jake Malloy was Eleanor Bishop's husband. Maybe, the man noticed Gibbs' call and talked to his wife. Or at least he knew where she was and could tell the worried man.

"Yes?"

"Gibbs? It's Jake."

"Where is your wife? I called her, but she didn't pick up."

"Yeah, she can't talk to you right now."

"Why not? My team knows better than to ignore my… Where is she, Jake?"

"She got kidnapped last night."

The preparations were almost done. He got the bait, but he needed to do more. If his plan should work just like he planned, he couldn't leave even the tiniest piece out of it. He worked for five years on this. There was no way he would lose because of a stupid mistake. He checked his box, where he stuffed all the necessary things. It was important that he remember the correct order. Everything had to be placed at the right time.

His cell phone rang, and he answered after he recognized the number.

"Yes?"

"We have your package. Where is our money?"

"You will get your money, as soon as I have my package. I hope it is in a good shape."

"A little bloody, but she is still breathing. Put up quite a fight. You didn't tell us that she could fight back."

"I didn't tell you because I didn't know. On the other hand, I didn't think that you get beaten by a woman. Aren't you the best kidnappers in town?"

"Are you doubting my abilities?"

The guy on the other end sounded angry. Apparently, he struck a nerve with his words. But he didn't care for the feelings of this guy. He would get a lot of money for his work.

"I'm just wondering, why you had such problems with her."

"Because we didn't think that she would turn into a problem."

"But you have her, and she is still breathing. That is all I need to know for now. I'll send you the address and the time, where we will meet. I have to do something first before I can take my package."

"Just hurry. I want my money, and I don't want her to wake up. The sooner we do this, the sooner she is your problem."

"Don't worry. It won't take long, and then you are free of her. If she wakes up, sedate her with some chloroform. It's in the baggage, which I gave you with this cell phone."

"I know, I saw it. We'll wait for your call."

The call ended when the guy hung up. Who the hell did this idiot think he was? Maybe, he should pay him with a bullet in his heart. Then the other would understand that they couldn't do this to him. But when the rest decided their deal was too risky, maybe they would kill their package, and that was his whole plan gone.

No, he had to swallow his anger and to pay the guy his money. He would take no risks. Leroy Jethro Gibbs would pay for his mistakes!