Still...don't own NCIS. Its a McGiva. Thanks for all the reviews (I can't answer) and the ones I can, and follows and faves. Take care!
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Tim was jolted awake with the strong sensation that he was falling when in truth he was being dragged by his arms held by a person on either side of him. Consciousness came back in waves, his head rolling from side to side as he struggled to lift it.
"Hey. Where are we going guys?" Well, this had nothing to do with apprehending a suspect...what had McCadden just gotten him involved in, anyways? Was this some kind of joke, because Tim wasn't laughing. He attempted to plant his feet on the moving ground below him but they jerked him around so viciously he knew it was futile. He could feel the warmth of the blood from his head wound running down the side of his face.
One of the men carrying him opened a side door to the warehouse as they entered into a big lit area greeted by a few other men. Right now would be a good time for a miracle, Tim thought.
A young, skinny guy with baggy jeans and a sideways cap approached them. "Whose this guy?" He asked with disdain.
The men restraining Tim raised him so he was facing him at eye level as he swayed.
"Found him outside snooping around."
The man stepped closer to interrogate Tim. Tim raised his head to see if he could indentify the man, shocked, finding he actually looked familiar. Tim could see the man sense the perceptive recognition in his own vulnerable expression.
The man scornfully shoved Tim. "Do you know me?"
Tim looked to the floor, knowing he wasn't a good liar, feigning confusion and genuinely appearing groggy. "Its...just that...you must be the ring leader of the group. Sorry, to interrupt, but, I was just passing by, lost my dog."
"I do not see a leash-"
"Because, he was still wearing it when he took off."
The man backhanded Tim across the face."A metallic taste livened Tim's taste buds.
"You're lying through your teeth!"
"Yeah, if I have any left." Tim nervously chuckled as his head flew to the side from a subsequent punch to his jaw.
"Hey guys! This is fun! I got me a human punching bag. Anyone else want a few hits?" Tim was relieved to see he was the most aggressive one out of the group.
Tim tried to focus on his assailant, "Come on! You obviously don't like me here so I'll just leave like this never happened-"
The man slugged Tim in the stomach as he bent over trying to catch his breathe, then followed with another. The men holding him let him drop mercilessly to the floor.
"Check his pockets."
A man with thick black hair and freckles leaned over Tim as his vision was starting to cloud. He felt a rough hand feel through his jacket and shirt pockets pulling out his gun, cell and removing his badge from the waist of his pants. The man mistakenly stepped on McGee's hand as he situated his crouching stance.
"Sorry-" The black-haired man instantly blushed realizing he had just said sorry to their abused captive.
"Uh, that's okay."
"Huh?" The man shook his head at McGees's amicable response then stood. "Ah...he's a fed."
"Ahhh...Man! That's just great!"
"Just dump him in the back-" answered a man standing behind ring leader.
"I dunno-" Black-haired guy piped in.
"Wait...hey, I got an idea. We just may be able to increase our profits tonight. Feds are worth a lot." said ring leader.
"Yeah, we could ask a good ransom." McGee heard in the background.
Gees...that's just great. Kidnappings never turn out good, thought, McGee. McGee turned his head just in time to miss ring leader's boot connect with his face but taking the impact to the back of his head, instead. At that point, Tim had no other choice but to surrender to the impending darkness.
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It was the fresh start of a new day. Ziva sat at her desk, wiggling in her chair trying to calm her jittery nerves, her heartbeat elevating, anticipating the arrival of Tim. Over the last few months their friendship had developed, growing deeper as they illuminated their innermost feelings to each other, drawing out a silent, mutual respect and care.
She soon found herself daydreaming about him at home; brushing her teeth, running, vacuuming and always before she would nod off to sleep finally grasping the reality she was falling head over heels for her fellow team member. She enjoyed the butterflies in her flip-flopping stomach, the stolen glances when he wasn't aware, the heavy thump of her heart when he was standing close by or when she had a chance to delight in his adorable smile.
The elevator dinged and a smile spread across her face as she forced herself to not look up. She anticipated his attentive, "Good morning, Ziva, how are you?" followed with his amiable smile, that fanned out into his gentle facial features and soft, green eyes.
She jumped when Tony dropped his backpak on his desk, unzipping it to scrounge around inside it.
"Oh. Hello, Tony."
"Hey, Zeev. What's up?"
"What do you mean, what's up?" Ziva concentrated on her paperwork not looking at him.
"You seem...reflective?"
"You are very observant-"
"Reflective about what?"
"That, Tony would be none of your bee's wax."
Tony huffed then, finally pulled out a package of peanutbutter cookies from his backpack, glancing towards McGee's desk. "I beat McGoo?"
"His name is Tim, and I am sure he hit traffic. It was increasingly bad just before I arrived."
"Okay, okay. But this like...never happens."
Ziva became concerned and let her eyes finally confront Tony's. "Do you think something is wrong?" She could see the worry lines in his face as he stared at Tim's desk. Yes, she did have to admit she could now see the aberrance of the morning.
"Well, let's call him and check emails. But, its probably what you said...traffic. Was there an accident?" Ziva instantly checked the traffic report for the DC area online.
"No." Now Ziva could feel her face contort like Tony's. The lovesick jitters she had just been experiencing turned into tense, worried ones. She enjoyed the former, much more.
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