Where Angels Fear to Tread

Then: Sam and Dean are working a case for Castiel, trying to help him find out what happened to some angels who were looking for an artifact from heaven. Both Angels have been found dead in Virginia. They had little to go on. While on the phone with Dean, Sam is kidnapped and awakens to find himself in a room with three other captives and no way out.

Now: Switching perspectives to the NCIS we find that they have been asked to work under the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit to help catch a serial killer who has killed at least one marine. Meanwhile, Tony and Abby recount what happened when they were kidnapped and try to find answers to what is to become of them.

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Chapter Two: Contact

It was the ding of the elevator that roused him fully. He'd been drifting down a twilight garble of wispy half dreams all intertwined with the facts of the case, or lack thereof. Timothy McGee quickly wiped the sleep from his eye, catching a swiftly approaching Gibbs. Gibbs gave Ziva a cursory glance seeing that she was on the phone. She looked from Gibbs to the phone all while keeping up with the conversation with unwavering concentration despite the sleep deprivation that they were all suffering from.

McGee didn't have to be watching Gibb's to know the moment that his attention shifted to him. "McGee?" Gibbs called expectedly.

McGee glanced at his screen and the report he'd been working on, trying to jog his memory as to what he'd been working on when he'd dabbled in the idea of exhaustion. "Lance Corporal David Harris made 48 phone calls of which 37 have been traced to 32 different cities in 14 different countries. We're still working on the other 11." By 'We' McGee meant himself and Penelope Garcia of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. "It passes suspicion that Harris was an accomplice turned victim rather than just a victim. While all the other victims have been missing for over two years, Harris was the only one making phone calls."

"Last known?" Gibbs narrowed his eyes in a 'Why did I have to ask?' sort of glare and McGee cleared his throat, quickly thumbing through the information.

"Scarborough, just short of mile marker 5 on Huntington Lane," McGee rushed out.

"Start calling anyone that might have seen him from where he made the calls and find out what he was doing." Gibb's headed back to his desk but turned at the last minute. "Get Ducky on the plasma first."

"You got it, Boss." McGee punched a few buttons and Ducky appeared in the upper left corner via camera feed.

"Duck, have you got a murder weapon yet?" Dr. Mallard had been having trouble pinning down the sort of weapon that had been used on all five victims. He'd found the stabbing mechanism to be rather blunt and narrower at its point of entry, widening toward a grip of some sort. He likened it to a handled knife sharpener from a kitchen block set. Yet so far no one had been able to find a make and model that fit the wound patterns.

"I'm remiss to say that I do not." Ducky looked about as perplexed as McGee had ever seen him. This case was taking its toll on all of them. "We're about to start testing a new batch of kitchen utensils." Ducky held up a rounded knife sharpener as if to emphasize the point.

"Let me know when you have something." There was no way to hide the frustration in Gibbs' voice.

Bafflement was meant for the little leagues.

"Of course," Ducky replied just before McGee cut the feed.

It began 24 hours previous. The FBI's BAU had already been working on a case involving four bodies, only one of which was found locally. The only reason they were able to connect the other three to it was dumb luck. One of the interns had noticed the wing pattern on the board and recalled a newspaper article from his home town nearly 429 miles away. When the FBI checked into it they were convinced that it was the same unsub. It wasn't until the fifth body popped up that NCIS was called in. As the BAU had already begun the initial investigation NCIS was providing the support.

NCIS had taken lead with the local victims coordinating with agents Morgan, Rossi, and Reid while agents Hotchner, Prentiss, and Jareau worked in Kingston, Tennessee to find out about the other three victims and any other helpful information that could aide them. Garcia and McGee had been working closely to coordinate between the two teams, making sure that they all had the most up to date information.

"Ziva?" McGee looked up to see Ziva was now free from the phone and rising to report to Gibbs.

"SSA Morgan has informed me that the agents in Kingston are on their way home with the bodies and forensics. They are also reporting that there was some sort of explosion in the surrounding area where the third victim was found. They are bringing samples for Abby to test for a cause."

"They couldn't determine what caused the explosion?" Gibbs sounded exasperated.

McGee closed his eyes with a shake of his head. They were all feeling the strain. Things weren't adding up on a global scale. It was as if they were all missing a puzzle piece and no one knew where to look to find it.

"It is not considered normal for an explosion, more like an electrical burp." Ziva flicked her fingers out and separated her hands outward and upward as if trying to give an illustration.

"Burst," McGee corrected her on instinct and she nodded as Gibbs took the new information into stride.

"An EMP?" Gibbs asked for clarification.

"No, there was still power in the immediate area, the circuitry was unharmed. The blast radius is said to be very confined with minimal damage. They are bringing the original crime scene photos…" Ziva looked as confused as the rest of them, but the prospect of solving the mystery lit her eyes the moment she mentioned the photos.

"Go over to the BAU and see what you come up with." Gibbs nodded reading her desire instantly. "I want to know the minute you can identify what caused that explosion."

"Yes, Sir," Ziva hurried to her desk and grabbed her gear hurrying towards the elevator.

"Ziva," Gibbs caught her on the way out. She turned and glanced back waiting patiently. "Call Tony and get him to meet you over there. He's had plenty of time for a shower."

"Yes, Sir," She smiled at the insinuation that Tony was laying down on the job and promptly resumed her exit.

Without another word Gibbs headed towards the back elevator with purpose. He must have been on his way to Abby. McGee let out a measured breath, looking back to his screen so that he could help track down those last calls. He'd no sooner gotten back to it then Garcia popped up on his screen in video chat. "I see you're finally back at it, Sleeping Beauty."

McGee gave her a half hearted grin, lack of sleep pushing him to the edge of crankiness. "I just finished reporting. You catch anything while I was out?" They had taken a vow to give each other a little break to somehow rejuvenate. Garcia had used hers to run home for a shower and grab some coffee. McGee had fallen asleep at his desk.

The shower as a refresher seemed to be popular as a lack of sleep consolation prize. Tony had been gone for nearly two hours and Abby…McGee broke off in mid thought as he realized that he hadn't heard from Abby in hours. She'd been headed back to his place to enjoy the new massaging shower head that he'd just installed. Surely she was back. Gibbs rarely missed when she was ready for him.

Abby had been running some blood samples from the victims and ran into some problems with an element that major mass spec couldn't identify. She'd traced it to a form of carbon, but was still baffled. She set up another test batch and hurried to grab what little clarity a shower and Caf-pow would provide.

"I just finished all the traces." Garcia lured his attention back to her with a growing grin. That grin soon began to dwindle though as realization that having all 48 locations was just another needle ridden haystack that needed to be gone through. "I'm sending you a copy of the list."

"Thanks. Tony and Ziva are on their way there, they can help call if there aren't any new leads." McGee could only guess that there weren't. Garcia would have let him know if there were. "I'll start at the bottom and work my way up."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll let the others know where to start, the great and powerful Oz, out." Her video chat window closed just as foot falls fell heavy from behind him and McGee turned just in time to catch Gibbs in his peripheral.

McGee knew instantly that he should be worried.

"Where's Abby?" Gibbs was wavering somewhere between anger and concern.

"She went to grab a shower and a change of clothes." McGee swallowed tightly. Gibbs frowned deeply and walked to his desk. Gibbs picked up the phone and quickly dialed out, standing stark still as he waited for someone to pick up on the other end. McGee waited on pins and needles until Gibbs slammed the phone down and looked back at him fear furrowed in his brow.

"Find her…" Gibbs ended up at McGee's back, looking over his shoulder.

"I'll track her phone and the Hot rod." McGee's fingers worked their rapid fire magic as he quickly went about locating her via GPS – well locating her phone and car. In a matter of seconds he had the physical address for both. Unfortunately, Gibbs had the address the moment that he did.

There was a moment of silence.

A mere moment for McGee to get a flash of every way humanly possible that Gibbs could end his life.

"Your apartment?" There was an unmistakable hint to get the answer right rigid in Gibbs' tone.

"Sh…she wanted to try my new shower head." McGee was already grabbing his keys, ready to go check on her when he realized just how that sounded. It wasn't just how awkward this looked, that Abby knew about his new shower head to begin with. It was the fact that she knew about the new shower because she spent most her time there nowadays. It was the fact that they were a couple and hadn't told anyone yet. It was the fact that Gibbs was the last person that he wanted to know how much he was falling in love with her.

But what scared him more than anything, even more than Gibbs finding out about them was that Gibbs was scared for her and if Gibbs was scared then there was reason for it, his uncanny spidy sense permeated the entire dynamics of the team, especially where Abby was concerned. He had to know something more though…something. Gibbs didn't react like this just because she wasn't in her lab.

"Ziva called. Tony's apartment has been tossed. He's missing. She found his cell next to his car – outside." Gibbs explained as if reading his mind on the way to the elevator. McGee felt his heart taking a nose dive into the pit of his stomach. Oh God. There was far too little to go on to assume that it wasn't related to the case that they were working on and look what had happened to the other victims...

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"I'm not dead yet," Tony let out a chuckle making a face in an effort to resemble the old man that was slung over the younger's shoulder in a poster immortalizing Monty Python and the Holy Grail. He quickly lost his smile though as dead pan expressions met with little amusement over the movie quote. "It's from the movie."Tony pointed at the poster that was hung in his bacheloresque alcove but it didn't garner him any forgiveness. Finally, he straightened and cleared his throat. "Though I can see where it might be inappropriate." Geez, ok so he wasn't going to be lightening the mood in here any time soon.

They had been hashing out the likelihood that the kidnapping was related to the case once Dr. Reid woke and Tony realized that he was part of the BAU's team that they had been coordinating with. Dr. Reid was just trying to compose himself so that he could be more help. Currently he was sitting at the central table with his head in his hands fighting a wave of nausea from whatever he'd been drugged with.

"What I don't understand is if we're NCIS and he's FBI then who are you?" Abby was the one that asked it, turning from where she had been inspecting her little black and red gothic alcove of wonder. It was a fair question considering the circumstances. They all had something in common except for this one guy. She narrowed her eyes inspecting the one that had introduced himself as 'Sam'. Tony had been wondering that himself but was taking a moment to inspect this place, look for ideas on how to get them all out.

So far he had jack squat. They were in the perfect rat trap. Tony shrugged to himself thoughtfully. At least it was a nice, semi comfortable rat trap. They had their own alcoves that were like little odes to each persona's favorite things, most of the comforts of home. They had beds and carpet and bathroom facilities. It almost looked like someone was trying to make them feel welcome, save the whole kidnapped by forced and drugs thing.

Tony turned from his movie shrine, complete with a shelf full of DVDs and a TV/DVD combo embedded in the wall to look at the nonfederal agent, who seemed to be having trouble composing his answer. "It's a fair question. We're just trying to find out why all four of us were kidnapped. You don't seem to fit the pattern." Abby had crossed her arms over her chest waiting impatiently.

"I'm a private investigator." He finally answered with a deep sigh. "I was hired by Lewis Grant, Aubrey's husband. I've been looking for her for over six months, ever since the case went cold. The family doesn't put much stock in law enforcement anymore." Sam explained finally.

Tony wrinkled his nose. He could understand that, especially if the local authorities couldn't give them any sort of reasonable explanation, but still something was off.

Abby's mouth fell open as though she had been offended to no end and Tony could tell Sam was about to get a defensive reprimand. "Just because the local law enforcement can't hack it doesn't mean that the rest of us are inept forensic robot monkeys, not that monkeys aren't smart, some of them are smarter than people I know…" and there was the classic downward spiral of tangent jumping that Abby was so great at.

"Abby…" Tony steered her gently with his voice and she refocused her attention, making eye contact once more, until…

"Statistically, if monkey's possessed brains of equal size to humans…" Dr. Reid raised his head to make the comment, but Tony quickly cut him off with a roll of his eyes.

"Enough with the monkeys," He turned to Sam trying to get everyone back around to where they had been. "So you were investigating Aubrey's death?"

"I was investigating her disappearance." Sam corrected him. "I just found out that she was dead a day before I was kidnapped."

Tony nodded slowly. It sounded plausible. The BAU informed the family about the same time. It wasn't like he had the ability to do any fact checking though. "Well I guess I'll just have to take your word for it. Do you have anything that Mr. Grant didn't share with the FBI? Any new leads?"

"I'm not really sure what he shared with the FBI, but I can go over what I know about it." He offered quickly, though Tony noticed his cheek twitched. He narrowed his eyes wondering why that seemed like such a tell. "Aubrey was a 3rd grade teacher for 7 years. She was well liked in her community and church. She had two children and a good marriage. She was the kind of person that revered God and all he stood for and wasn't ashamed to share that with others. And she disappeared without a trace from a local jogging path half a mile from her suburban dream, leaving her husband and two children without a wife and mother. She wasn't spotted, heard from, or seen again until her death three days ago. At least that's what I thought."

Now Dr. Reid was interested, as was Tony. Reid rose to his feet next to Tony and smoothed out his navy T-shirt that made him seem even lankier, next to Tony's muscular frame. Tony narrowed his eyes imploring Sam to go on, when he didn't he prodded him vocally. "What do you mean?"

"There was an internet article from a local paper in Kingston, Tennessee. It's a week old, but the picture looked like her." Sam looked confused as though he was trying to work it out in his mind as he was retelling it. "It was in connection to a string of pump and run incidents, they took a shot of a local seven eleven and I swear she was walking through the shot."

That hit a nerve. Why was he looking through local papers for Kingston for a missing person from Fort Lauderdale? Tony was just about to ask him that when Abby suddenly let out a flustered bordering on terrified "Oh. My. God."

Tony turned in alarm wondering if she had found something more disturbing than, well, being kidnapped with no certain outcome save that all the other victims seemed to have been kept for two years and then killed. "What?" he concern turned to confusion when he realized that she was smoothing her shirt down over her stomach in mortal terror. There was a flash reference from the movie Aliens before he shook his mind back to the moment at hand.

"I'm wearing a red shirt."

"Right. I'm wearing a green one and he's wearing a blue one…and if I'm not mistaken that one's white." Tony was beginning to wonder if Abby was still suffering from the effects of the drugs, or maybe having a nervous breakdown.

"Nononononono." Abby immediately began to pull at her shirt as if she was about to pull it over her head. "Someone trade with me…come on…please…wait no, if you trade than I'll get you killed."

Tony paled worriedly as she discarded the shirt and stood before them in a red sports bra and black sweats. Why in the hell she was so concerned with the color of her shirt. And then it hit him. God. StarTrek. "Abby, this is ridiculous." Reid looked away trying to give her some privacy and Sam was just watching them all curiously with a twinge of worry heavy in his eyes.

"No it's not. The only safe thing to do is for no one to wear the red shirt." In Abby's mind some TV folklore made up for the lack of information that they had as though she was clinging to any mythos that she could for their safety.

"Take this one; I'll wear the red one. Then you'll be able to debunk the myth and we can get over it, alright?" Tony pulled his green shirt off and tossed it to her while moving to grab the smaller one that she had discarded. He pulled it on, the fabric so tight that he couldn't cover his stomach completely. He fought to take a breath and looked back at her like she was losing it.

"Tony, you can't…"

"Yes, I can, because the moment we start basing our survival on Star Trek myths, we might as well kiss our asses goodbye." Tony's tone cut Abby to the quick and she drew silent as she dragged the shirt over her head, camo green engulfing her.

It was Reid that began to move them all passed it as though the adrenaline and lunacy of the moment had snapped them all back to crystal clarity. "You said that you found the article for a local Kingston site. What led you there?" Reid asked curiously.

"Honestly." Sam took a measured breath and shifted his gaze peaking Tony's attention once more. If he could read him a little easier he might have guessed that he wasn't divulging everything and that the moment he said 'Honestly,' he was comfortable with lying, but it was only a hunch for now. "I got an anonymous e-mail. I was following her death to Virginia when it came in."

"Well when get out of here Abby or Garcia can track down where it came from, I'm sure." Tony piped in glad to have some way to iterate that were indeed getting out of here, at least the optimistic perspective that they were.

"So you're not an agent?" Sam asked Abby, though it was written on his face that he already knew the answer to the question. Tony inferred that he was either trying to get her attention away from panicking, though he knew once she got over it she would be back to normal.

"Forensic scientist." She replied without meeting his eyes.

The whole room grew eerily silent as the natural light seemed dwarfed by a growing presence long before the creak signified that the door was being opened. Tony felt tendrils of ice crawling up his spine and while he wanted to turn, wanted to look, wanted to see this monster, wanted to see what lie beyond their rat trap, while he wanted to rush the bastard, while he wanted to protect Abby and this PI and the nerd from the BAU, while he wanted to do all these things, he couldn't seem to get that memo to the rest of his body.

He was straining to move, God, just to crane his neck. Perspiration dotted his brow, dripping in a single droplet aside his ear as he fought to use his peripheral to see, his mind racing at what could be causing this temporary paralysis. Soon it wasn't just his body that wouldn't respond, trying to string together a complete thought became like trying to crawl through thigh deep mud. He was fighting to just stay conscious.

It was a fight that he lost.

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Ok so from here on out I have to change perspectives a little more frequently then every chapter. But, I will let you guys know with the usual OoOoOoOoO divider. My main perspective for next chapter will be Criminal minds but there are a few things with Supernatural and NCIS that I need to bring up

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