Title: Trapped (i couldnt think of a better title)
Rating M: for language, violence and some torture later on.
Disclaimer: NCIS and all its character and trademarks and blah blah blah do not belong to me. im only borrowing them and ill TRY to bring them back in near-mint condition. everyone else is mine. so no touchy.
A/N: this is just something i came up with one night. i took insperation from anywhere i could get it. srry if it moves a bit fast but i hope u like it none the less. please read and review
Trapped
As McGee started to wake up and slowly opened his eyes to be met by darkness, the first thing he noticed was his blistering headache. It felt like the pain was surrounding his head and pushing in from every direction. He tried to put his hand to his head but his hand didn't move. As he tried to move his hand again he looked down and saw that his hand was heavily duct taped to the chair he was sitting in. As he tried to free his hand, it dawned on him that his other hand and both his legs were duct taped to the chair as well. He then started to wonder why his legs were slightly elevated. As he struggled to free himself, panic started to set in.
When he failed to release himself, he gave up and surveyed the dark room he was in. The room was so poorly lit McGee couldn't see anything. He couldn't even tell how big the room was. As he continued to scan the room a dark figure appeared across from him. At first he thought he was seeing things but the more he looked at the figure the more he could tell it was real. Even though the shadow-like figure remained still, McGee felt like it was looking down at him and slowly moving closer and closer. He squinted to he eyes and tried to make out who it was while at the same time afraid of finding out. Slowly the figure came into better view but was still too dark to see it completely.
McGee suddenly jumped when he saw the figure had a face. McGee started to panic more as he tried to remain still and quiet but his breathing was fast and loud. Even though the person hadn't moved the whole time McGee was certain that he would walk over to him and reveal himself.
McGee sat there in fear and not dared look away from the person covered by darkness as he stared back at him, not moving, not making a sound. McGee tried once again to get himself free but the duct tape held him firmly in place. His arm was so tightly wrapped he had trouble closing his hand completely. He then decided to ignore the figure and hoped he was only imagining the face as he wriggled around and tried to get any part of his body free.
McGee looked at the floor, occasionally looking up at the dark figure before quickly looking away. As McGee tried to struggle himself free, he realized that his chair was moving back and forth a little too much for an ordinary chair.
After a moment of struggling, he finally gave up once again and just sat there. He looked around the dark room trying to avoid looking at the dark figure again. Even after having a few minutes for his eyes to get adjusted to the darkness, he still couldn't see anything. Another person could be in the room watching him and he wouldn't know. He couldn't decide what was scarier, sitting in the dark not knowing what was hiding in the shadows or having the lights on and seeing the terror in front of him especially the dark figure across from him that continued to just stand their staring at him.
Even though he knew Gibbs and the rest of the team would be looking for him, in the back of his mind he was scared that they would not be able to get out. Sitting in the dark he wondered how long he would be here. He hoped the lights would be turned on soon so he could at least know who or what that dark figure is staring at him. There was no sign of any windows so he guessed that he must be in a basement.
The last thing he remembered was heading home after a hard days of work. The team was investigating the death of a marine Sergeant and his girlfriend. All day they looked for any clues or leads but came up empty till Abby finally found that some of the blood that was found at the crime scene had a different set of DNA than the marine or his girlfriend. After running the DNA through the database, they found a match belonging to a Bradley Summers. The team looked up the name and found that Bradley was the ex of the Marine's Sergeant girlfriend. So after some clever detective work McGee, Ziva and Tony concluded that Bradley got too jealous, snapped and killed them both. The team went to his house but were unable to find him, which led them to believe he was on the run. Although very plausible, Gibbs famous gut told him that something wasn't right.
So after a hard day, McGee went home hoping to finally get some rest. The last thing he remembered was getting out of his car and heading to his apartment. After that everything else was a blur. Next thing he knows he's waking up in a dark room tied to a chair with a blistering headache and for some reason the side of his head seemed wet.
McGee closed his head and tried to block out his headache but to no avail. He wished he could at least hold his head and wipe the warm water that's been flowing from his hair, past his right ear and down his neck. With that and his headache mixed together he felt like screaming out of frustration.
As McGee sat their still trying to ignore his headache, he started to wonder how long he's been in the darkness since he woke up. He had no way of checking the time and with no windows he couldn't tell if it was day or night.
An idea came to McGee that maybe he could get the tape off with his teeth. So he bent over and started to reach for his wrist but was unable to even touch it. He kept reaching and reaching but it just seemed too far away. Slowly it seemed he was getting closer and closer. McGee strained and pushed but still the tape was just inches away. After what seemed like hours, McGee finally gave up and pulled and struggled angrily. Out of frustration he let out a loud scream before finally giving up and sitting back in his chair.
He started to huff and puff out of anger as he looked around the room. He was getting annoyed and couldn't believe he was their tied to a chair with a bad headache. He then turned his attention to the dark figure in front of him still just standing there.
"Who are you," McGee said angrily, "why don't you just show yourself and stop messing with me? Stop trying to scare me because it's not working. Its just stupid."
The figure didn't say a word as it continued to stay in the dark.
"Why don't you just do something already," McGee said again, "I swear if I ever get out of here I'm going to torture you."
Again the figure remained silent and did not move from its spot in the darkness.
As McGee glared angrily at the figure, he felt a tear form in his eyes. He tried with all his might to stop it but the tear ignored him and ran down his face. After that his anger was replaced by a different emotion. More tears appeared from his eyes and went down his face as the pain in his head seemed to intensify.
"I'm never getting out of here am I," McGee asked the figure, "your never gonna let me go."
McGee closed his eyes and let the tears fall from his face. He wished he wasn't here anymore. He wanted to be home. He wanted someone to get him out of here. But he was worried that was never going happen. He was scared that he was never going to go home again. He was scared that he was never going to see his friends ever again and he was especially terrified that he would never get to see Abby again. Working so hard on this case he hadn't had a chance to see Abby all day. He wished he could at least said good-bye to her.
At that thought he started to cry a little more. He wished he could wipe tears from his eyes but the tape hadn't even let his hands move an inch. By now his hands were so numb he couldn't move his fingers. He wanted to get out and he was getting desperate.
"Please let me go," McGee said without looking up. Even though he knew the person in the shadows wouldn't respond, he continued to beg.
"Please, please. I won't tell anyone you did this. I beg you, I'll give you what ever you want. Just let me go. Please. What did I ever do to you? What ever I did, I'm sorry. Just please let me go."
The dark figure continued to stay silent as McGee continued to cry with his eyes closed. The frustration, fear, sadness and anger mixed together has gotten the better of him and with his headache, which was now unbearable, he just kept crying. He wished someone, anyone, would come and save him.
All of a sudden he was blinded by a white light atop of what he can now see is a staircase. The light was so bright he had trouble keeping his eyes open. He managed to squint his eyes and catch a peek of a man standing at the doorway before he flicked a switch and flooded the room with light. This made it even harder for McGee to see. He heard the man walk towards him.
Suddenly his chair started to move. As he wondered how this was possible, he opened his just a bit to survey the room. He suddenly remembered about the figure. He turned his head to try and look at who was the person in the room with him but before he could get a good look he was moved into a corner of the room out of view from the person. A voice then appeared from the man pushing his chair.
"Don't worry agent McGee," said the man as he walked to the front of McGee, "this will be over before you know it."
McGee lifted his head to look at the man but the first thing that caught his eyes was the glint from a large knife.
TBC in the next chapter….