Tim held his head in his hands as he sat in the back of the ambulance. Police cars, officers, detectives, NCIS agents, FBI agents, and even a CIA agent were all around him. Some officers were running back and forth, talking with each other. Most of the agents were on their phones. The detectives were coming in and out of the apartment. Life was moving so fast around him, but at the same time he felt as though everything was in slow motion. His memory was groggy. His heart was pounding. His head was killing him. He was worried, scared, and mad all at the same time.

He had called Gibbs the moment he woke up and realized Abby was missing. It was four o'clock in the morning. Gibbs answered his phone angrily, threatening whoever might have been on the other line. Tim could tell he hadn't bothered to look at the caller I.D.. Who would when they're half asleep?

Within thirty minutes of Gibbs hearing the news there were so many people and cars surrounding the apartment... So many people that Tim didn't know, and he didn't know how Gibbs knew.

Tim looked over at the CIA agent. Why the heck was CIA there? Gibbs hated the CIA... but he loved Abby. He would do anything for Abby. That's why he was there.

The only FBI agent that Tim knew was Fornell. There was no question why he was there. Gibbs always called him when he could use a little extra help. Even if he didn't admit that that was the reason.

Tim put his head back in his hands. He hoped that this was all a dream. None of it seemed fully real.

Abby slowly began to regain feeling in her hands and feet.

"See, I told you that you'd have control of your body again," Her captor said to her with a smile.

"Let me go," Abby said angrily. Her voice was stronger, but she still couldn't yell.

The man laughed, "I will never understand why people say that. Why would I let you go? I kidnapped you. I obviously want you here. I will not be letting you go."

Tears filled in Abby's eyes. She tried to choke them back, but one fell anyway, "Why?" She asked.

"Why what? Why am I doing this?"

Abby nodded.

"Soon enough you will know the answer. For now you just need to rest until you're back to full strength. I'll be back later."

As more tears rolled down Abby's face the mysterious man left the room.

"I should have heard something. I should have been able to do something," Tim said as he looked around Abby's apartment. Most of the people had cleared out and left. The only ones who remained were Fornell, Gibbs, Tony, Ziva and Ducky. Ducky had been called in when Tim refused to go to the hospital. Ducky kindly reminded everyone that he was used to treating the dead, but he did figure out that Tim had been drugged.

"There was nothing you coul have done," Ziva replied, "You were drugged. You could not have heard."

"Yeah, that's what Ducky, Tony, and Fornell have all told me."

"It is the truth."

Tim nodded, "Doesn't make me feel any better though."

"We're all done here, Boss," Tony said as he walked up to Gibbs.

"Take Ziva with you back to NCIS. Start running the fingerprints that were found in here."

"Uh... I'm not sure that... You see Boss, Abby does the fingerprint thing and-"

"I know how to do it," Tim interrupted.

Gibbs nodded, "Go. I'll be there soon."

The three agents left, Tim walking a few steps behind Tony and Ziva.

Tim ran every print they had found in the apartment. It had taken over three hours and one of only two names appeared each time. Abigail Sciuto and Timothy McGee.

Tim cursed loudly as he picked up the keyboard and slammed it back down on the desk.

"Whoa, what's wrong with you?" Tony asked as he and Ziva entered the lab.

"What's wrong?" Tim repeated angrily, "What's wrong is that Abby is missing! What's wrong is that I was with her when she was kidnapped! What's wrong is that I couldn't do anything! What's wrong is that the fingerprints that were lifted are all mine and hers! That's what's wrong, Tony!"

"Jeez, McSnappy-"

"Shut up... What is it with you guys anyway? You've all seemed so calm. Do you not care about Abby?"

"Of course we care, McGee," Ziva shot back, "But we know that panicking will not help. Abby has been in tough situations before and she has always come out just fine. You are still feeling guilty that you did not help her. You are feeling sorry for yourself. You need to stop thinking about what could have been. Do your job and help to find her." With one last look to Tony, Ziva left out of the room.

Tim was silent for a moment. "What did you need?" He asked. His voice was full of shame.

"Gibbs wanted to know if you got anything from the fingerprints. I'll tell him no."

Tony walked out of the lab, leaving Tim to himself. Tim rubbed his forehead as the headache he already had became worse.

Fornell walked over to Gibbs' desk, "We need to talk to Agent McGee," He said, "He was the last one to see her. He might remember something. Might have seen something unusual that he didn't pay attention to at the time."

"Yeah, I know. In a minute."

Ziva walked to her desk and sat down.

"Fingerprints?" Gibbs asked.

Ziva shook her head, "Nothing... Gibbs, McGee is acting... strange."

"What do you mean?"

"He just snapped at Tony. He began yelling at him and all Tony did was ask what is wrong."

Gibbs looked at Fornell, "Let's talk to him now."

"Lead the way."

Tony walked out of the elevator and towards Gibbs, "Hey Boss, McGee didn't get any-"

"I know," Gibbs replied as he continued walking to the elevator, Fornell following closely behind.

Ten minutes later the three men were in interrogation. Tim squirmed uncomfortably in his chair as Fornell studied him with his eyes.

"Relax, Agent McGee, we're just talking. You were the last person to see Abby so we need to know everything."

"If we're just talking then why aren't we in a conference room?"

"All filled right now," Gibbs replied.

"Okay, let's begin. Start with leaving work."

Tim nodded, "It was eight o'clock. I went home to change," Tim looked down and realized he was still in his sweat pants and MIT t-shirt, "Into this. Then I drove to Abby's apartment and let myself in. I got there around nine."

"You have a key?" Fornell questioned.

"Yes... Anyway, I made popcorn and we sat down to watch the movie. By the time it was half way over she was sound asleep. I fell asleep a few minutes afterwards. When I woke up, she was gone."

"You two watch movies together alot?"

Tim nodded, "Yeah. We've had random movie night since we met. It's relaxing after a hard day at work."

"Uh-huh." The room was awkwardly quiet for a moment, then Fornell continued, "You two dating?"

Tim's eyes widened, "No!" He looked over to Gibbs, "No," He repeated. "Rule twelve. Don't date co-workers... No."

"Okay. Well, did you see anything suspicious? Any cars that appeared more than once? Any strange activity? Anything?"

Tim thought for a moment then shook his head, "No, I'm sorry, I can't think of anything."

"That's fine. Thank you Agent McGee, you can go."

Tim nodded and quickly left the room. The last thing he wanted was to be in there. He felt like everyone was wasting time. Things weren't moving fast enough. Deep in his heart he knew everyone was doing whatever needed to be done, but it just didn't seem good enough.

"That wasn't useful at all," Fornell said with sigh.

"Nope," Gibbs agreed.

"Thanks for joining in. You were a big help. It was really necessary for you to be here," Fornell added sarcastically.

Gibbs stood up and began to leave the room, "Anytime."

Abby could now move her whole body and she was finally able to scream.

"Help! Help! Help me!" She screamed as loud as she could as she jerked at the chains that held her down.

The man sighed as he entered the room rolling a tray with a glass of water on it, "I told you not to scream!" He yelled over her voice, "It's very annoying!"

Abby glared at him, "Let me go, you jerk! My friends are gonna find me and when they do you'll wish you were dead!"

"Well you're just a little fireball aren't you? You see, Miss Sciuto, I have no doubt that your friends will eventually find you. The questions are, will you be alive when they do? And, if you are, will you ever be the same person you were?"

Abby stared at him for a moment then continued to scream, "Help! Help!"

"Oh, shut up!" He was now getting very annoyed. Suddenly he slapped her across the face which caused her to gasp in shock. It also caused her to stop screaming.

"Good girl," He said as he picked the water up from the tray, "After all of that you must be very thirsty." He lifted her head and placed the glass to her mouth, but she wouldn't drink.

"You think it's poisoned, don't you?" He questioned. He then took a sip of the water himself, "There. Now you know it's not. Drink."

The fact that her throat felt extremely dry caused her to take a few sips of the water.

"Good job," He said with a smile, "I have to go now, but when I get back we're going to play a little game."

I changed this quite a bit from what my original version was. I like this better though. Thank you guys so much for the reviewing, adding to your alerts, and adding to your favorites. It means alot to me!
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