The room was empty and cold, well it may as well have been empty, and the pathetic figure hunched over may as well have been any one of these impenetrable walls.
He had screamed for hours, his voice soon turning to a hoarse whisper, if it was to God even he did not know.
Cold murky water filled to his knees, bitter at taste and horrible to look in its condemned reflection of false hope – only to look into it and see you, the Condemned.
Fear bounced off the walls, isolation crept up the spine and the very idea that you were the man who spoke of "A Government watching over all" abandoned.
He was a good man, smart and inquisitive too but it did not take question to know why.
He had often asked "why" to the walls or at every undistinguished noise that filled here – he wanted to hear the voice, just to hear it and have at least that recollection of the man that kept him so.
The walls even talked to him now – there harsh whispers like every one who had made it there folly to lose themselves in the darkness.
"You betrayed your country" they seemed to giggle like a child with a jump rope, a horrible sound that personified his sanity.
Right under the governments nose – there filthy, greedy nose, Not to say he was or was not guilty of his acts – this government chained him to the floor, let him see into his own reflection and beg for death to come upon the filthy water he look into!
A door opened, the man had never come to know there was a door in this blinding darkness, a muffled splash that seemed it to bring to his imagination a horrible beast that lingers in the dark.
"Do you have what I want Mr. Avery?! My friends tell me I am an impatient man."
There that voice, not near what the befuddled Logan Avery had expected, it was not soft but it was knowing – a feeling that he had revealed every secret, every lie and all deceit he had seen in his life,
It was a voice that felt pain and saw through the pathetic attempt of this loyal man who went home to his wife every day and told her how much he loved her.
It was more freighting that what he had led this moment up to be in his mind – a ruthless voice that saw him as the average man.
An instant passed, and he was off the floor this man and along too many dark chambers to count or would want to – a devious office boy who had stolen a great deal of money and was now trying to provide a heroic escape.
The arms that grabbed him were iron at feel and even in the darkness he could feel the cold gaze slicing away at him, tearing him down.
"W-who are you," Avery's voice at a steady low key shakes that echoed the halls with little fear unlike the many movies he had watched."
The voice returned barely noticing him like he was talking to himself; his answer was unconscious to his mind.
"NCIS"
The man who seemed to be iron took an immediate turn and the tunnels and chambers began to surface steadily – the water receding drastically though.
"I –have never heard of you, government any doubt, phish!"
Even at the fear that Avery felt at him, he could not help but to reflect his personal opinion – organization after organization CIA, FBI, IRS
They were starting to sound like a football organization.
"You," he said blandly with no care of Avery's life in the slightest, "call me Gibbs, I have a damn good feeling we are going to be hearing of each other a hell of a lot more once I get u on a leash!"
His voice did more than echo it relayed the whole conversation like a tape recorder several times.
At up the way it went winding upward on this maze – Avery's thoughts were of the words, his mind begged to go back into the dark, deathly tunnels but his body drudged further with unwanted help grasping his neck.
Moving forward
However much forward was left for him
Gibbs….
That was the name – a beacon setting in his mind; Don't piss him off.