Chapter 1

After a busy day at the office, Gibbs invited Ducky for a drink. They were talking about the last case - a boring one about a marine who killed herself. Her parents couldn't believe it and the father went crazy. He begged Gibbs to look into it a bit more. He had to believe it, however, when Ducky came in with the section report. He almost attacked Ducky. Case closed. Ducky was pretty shocked. Gibbs felt bad, although he didn't showed it. They were so busy talking, that they didn't see a car following them.

When they arrived at Gibbs' house, they went to the basement to have a drink. Ducky didn't usually drink, but today he would make an exception. They sat down and it was quiet for a moment. Gibbs grabbed a glass for Ducky and looked around for a second. At once they both heard the front door and a second later, there was a bang and a lot of smoke. "Get on the ground!" yelled Ducky in a reflex. Gibbs got down too after grabbing his gun.

"Don't breath!" followed Ducky.

They heard some people walk around them. Gibbs was trying to shoot them, when someone hit him from behind. They hit Ducky too. Just before Ducky went unconscious he heard someone say: "We've got Kuryakin, let's get out of here!"

Ducky opened his eyes, someone behind him said: "Welcome back, Mr. Kuryakin."

"Who is that?" asked Ducky to the person behind him. He was tied to a chair, handcuffed and his legs were tied to the chair as well. He followed "I find this rather uncomfortable," he followed. The person turned his chair and he saw Gibbs sitting in another chair, also tied up. He had been hit in his face and was very angry. They were left alone and Gibbs calmed down.

"What is all this, Ducky?" he asked.

Ducky answered, "I have no idea, Jethro". He felt guilty. He didn't enjoy lying, especially to Jethro, but he had to; they were listening. Why did they take him? The thought arose in his mind, slowly, but really unpleasant - they took Gibbs as a bargaining piece. He had to play this well.

A man walked in. He was about 25 years old. "So Mr. Kuryakin, tell me where Solo is." He said in a friendly manner.

"I am sorry but I don't know who your Mr. Kuryakin is, or who or what Solo is."

Gibbs smiled. Always a friendly tone in his voice. "Then who do you claim you are?"

"My name is Donald Mallard" said Ducky coolly.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow. That tone was not Ducky. Luckily the other person didn't notice that.

"You don't lie to THRUSH Mr. Kuryakin, you know that."

"Isn't that a bird?" asked Gibbs. He just couldn't understand it.

"Shut up!" yelled the guy to Gibbs, then left.

"Ducky, what is this?" asked Gibbs.

"I don't know Jetro, I don't know." the doctor replied.

The man came back, blind-folded Gibbs first and then Ducky. Gibbs began to get really angry but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. The guy slapped Ducky in the face. He screamed. "That hurts!"

Gibbs yelled "If you touch him again, I will kill you!"

The kidnapper responded with a hit to his face.

"Is that the best you can do, asshole?" Gibbs was really pissed off.

"Tell me where Solo is!" said the guy.

Ducky answered "Who or what is Solo?" he started to sound angry. They took Ducky's blindfold off.

"Well, Mr. Kuryakin," said the guy "If you don't talk, we'll do it the hard way". He pushed a button and three other men entered the room. They took Gibbs with them and left.

"What are they going to do with him?" asked Ducky, really worried for his friend.

"No questions, Kuryakin!" said the guy and hit him in the face. "Name!" The guy spat out.

"Donald Mallard and what kind of ridicules manners are these?" If one listened carefully you could hear that his English accent had changed. There was a slight Russian tone in his voice, now. The kidnapper obviously had not heard it. He hit Ducky in his face, again. An older man walked in and said "The subject is ready." They both smiled.

"Nice to hear that Frank." answered the younger guy. "Did he give you any trouble?" followed the younger guy.

"He tried Roderick, but we hit him hard." The younger guy named Roderick untied Ducky and put his gun in Ducky's back. "Walk!" They walked him to another room where Gibbs was tied up. He had wires on his head, wrists and on his neck, and there was a cut in his forehead. He was really angry and had been trying to get out. The guy named Frank tied Ducky up with his hands to a pipe.

"What is this ridicules treatment for?" yelled Ducky. "I would like to know what is going on here." His English accent was back.

Gibbs yelled: "Leave him alone!" but they paid him no mind.

"Mr. Kuryakin, " said Roderick "Please tell us what we want to know or I am afraid we shall have to do certain things to your friend here, and I am afraid you and he wouldn't like it."

Gibbs glared angrily at Frank and asked, "Who is that Kuryakin you're talking about?"

Without listening, Roderick told a third accomplice to "fire up the machine". The man pushed a button and Gibbs winced in pain. An electric shock went through his body. Gibbs looked really angry and Ducky looked really shocked.

"Well Mr. Kuryakin, will you please share your information?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" said Ducky. Frank looked at the young guy and he raised the voltage. Gibbs almost screamed and looked toward Ducky. "I don't know what you want me to say!" Ducky looked broken. "Please stop it!"

Frank looked at Roderick and said: "Let's leave these two alone for a while, shall we?"

The three of them left. Ducky looked around really carefully, and when certain they were out of earshot, started to talk to Gibbs: "Can you stand this any longer, Jethro?"

Gibbs looked up. "Do you know what they are talking about, Duck?"

It was silent for a moment and Ducky answered carefully "Maybe.."

Gibbs looked at Ducky and asked "Why do you have a Russian accent?"

Ducky looked scared and at once he changed his face-expression, his body language and his accent. "You didn't answer my question, Jethro!" he sounded almost angry. His English accent was gone and there was a obvious Russian one.

"And you didn't answer mine, Duck, if that is your real name!" Gibbs said angrily. It was quiet for a moment and Gibbs followed "No, Duck, I can't stand it much longer. It is really painful."

Ducky looked at the door and said "we need to leave, Jethro". Somehow he climbed up and opened his handcuffs. Gibbs' mouth fell open. Only a second later Ducky opened Gibbs handcuffs, untied him and took the wires off of his forehead. "Can you fight?" asked Ducky to Gibbs. Without waiting for an answer, Ducky took one of his buttons from his shirt and placed it on the lock.

"We have to get out, that is the priority, Jethro. My uncle will clean everything up. We need to be fast, okay?" Gibbs nodded his head. "Okay" he said. Ducky took his watch and pushed a button. For five seconds it was quiet and after that the button made a sizzling sound and when the smoke disappeared there was a hole where the lock used to be. Ducky smashed the door and ran right to the guy who was guarding them. A second later he was knock unconscious and lied on the ground. They ran to the other room and got their personal effects.

"Call re-enforcement, I will inform UNCLE."

Gibbs looked at Ducky and raised a eyebrow. Now, that isn't Ducky, thought Gibbs but he just did as he was told. Ducky got out his pen and did something Gibbs couldn't see.

"Open channel D please". said Ducky quietly, but quickly.

Gibbs called Dinozzo.

"This is brown fox for black wolf, I repeat brown fox for black wolf." For a moment it was quiet at the other end then there came a voice from the other end "Black wolf for brown fox. I hear there is a hunter in the woods". Ducky answered "I am afraid he has lost his way". Gibbs looked to Ducky and raised his eyebrows. This isn't the way Ducky is, thought Gibbs. "We have a problem." At the other end it was silent for a moment and then "Illya, what brings you here?"

"THRUSH problems, Napoleon, THRUSH".

"Okay".

"I need you to trace a call." He told the person at the other end Gibbs number. "I need to know where we are and you need to go to NCIS in DC. Go to special agent Dinozzo. And hurry!"

The man on the other end said "I have your location, Illya. you're still in DC." Ducky got the address. "Get the hell out of there Illya!"

Ducky put the pen back together and looked at Gibbs. Gibbs was in a conversation with Tony.

"DiNozzo, there is someone coming to you at the office. Call Ziva and McGee." He looked at Ducky and asked: "What is his name?"

"I don't know, but I think Nickolas Smith." replied Illya.

Gibbs told the name to Anthony and hung up. "Let's get the hell out of here, Duck".

Before they were at the door three man came in. They immediately pointed their guns on Ducky and Gibbs.

"Now put your hands up." said the oldest of the three. Ducky put his hands up slowly.

Gibbs said "Go to hell!" then he did what they said. Ducky saw his chance and grabbed the gun from the oldest man. Immediately the guy who Ducky recognized as Roderick grabbed Gibbs' arm and pointed his gun at Gibbs' head.

"One wrong move and your friend here is dead, is that clear?" sneered Roderick.

Ducky didn't answer and kept pointing the gun at the oldest guy.

"Now put the gun down or your friend here will have a hole in his head pretty soon." Ducky turned the gun around with a simple and well rehearsed move and put his hands up. Everything went black.