Gibbs pulled up to a dumpster, knowing all he would find was Tony's phone and maybe his wallet. The GPS had been a dead end, but Gibbs hoped that if Tony's belongings were in the bin, there would be fingerprints or something with DNA that would help them. He had Bishop searching for camera footage of the short alley and the dumpster, but he wasn't hopeful. There was no way that they would be that lucky in just over an hour of Tony being missing.
"Gibbs!" shouted Bishop a minute later. "We might have something."
"What is it?"
"Camera footage from the shoe store across the street. It caught a white van with ice-cream stickers on it stop outside this alley. You can see someone getting out of the van, but I can't make out the face. Abby will need to enhance the footage. The person dumped something in that dumpster."
"How long were they in the alley for?"
"A minute, maybe two."
"Well, let's hope that it's whoever took Tony. I want to find him as soon as possible."
"I've already sent it to Abby. She's going through it now."
Gibbs nodded and grunted a reply as he sifted through the little garbage at the bottom of the dumpster. He pulled items out and jumped out, handing a couple to Bishop.
"Check those. This is Tony's phone." Gibbs had opened the home screen of the somewhat smashed up iPhone in his hand, finding a picture of the team on the screen.
"Tony's wallet and ID. They may not have known who Tony was when they first grabbed him, but they do now. And I'll bet that they're planning to use him as leverage for something."
"Not if I can help it. We need to find out who these people are and where they took Tony. Preferably before anything happens."
Abby sat at her computer, waiting for her facial recognition software to do its job. She had gotten a clear image of the kidnapper's face in the alley minutes after Bishop had sent it, but it seemed like they weren't in any system. Abby was scared. Tony's life depended on finding out who the guy was and what he wanted from Tony.
"Hey, Abbs, Gibbs wants to know what you've got," said McGee as he came over and hugged Abby.
"Nothing. I got a clear view of the man's face, but nothing is happening with facial recognition. Did they get anything else?"
"Tony's ID, wallet and phone. They're bringing it back now. Gibbs couldn't unlock Tony's phone, so we'll need to crack the code or find another way in."
"No we don't. I know Tony's password."
"How?"
"He told me." Abby glanced at McGee. "Okay, I peeked when he was putting it in yesterday. He has one of those long, complicated codes. Guess what it is?"
"Abbs."
"Fine. It's Magnum. Capital M."
"Of course it is," said McGee sarcastically.
"Don't pick on Tony!"
"Sorry, Abbs. I needed that laugh though." He sighed. "I hope Tony's okay."
"Me too."
Tony was so scared. He didn't know what was happening. The sun had started to go down outside the room's window, and Tony knew that he had been there most of the day. The two kidnappers had left shortly after chaining him up, and still hadn't returned. During the long hours of solitude, Tony had discovered that the chain was long enough to reach the bathroom, though he was unable to close the door. He couldn't reach the kitchenette though, and he knew that was purposefully done. He had managed to get a little bit of water from the bathroom tap, which was leaking, and though it tasted disgusting, it quenched his thirst for a while.
Tony was pulled from his thoughts when the door opened and one of the kidnappers came in. He was grinning at Tony like he had made up his mind to do something Tony wouldn't like.
"Hey, cop, stand up."
Tony stood, scared of what would happen if he didn't stand.
"Good boy. Now, I want you to come closer. I have a present for you."
"I don't want any presents."
"You don't have a choice. Either come here, like a good boy, or I'll come to you and it won't be pretty."
With a sigh, Tony took two steps forward. He was face to face with the man now, and he could smell alcohol on his breath.
"Thank you." The kidnapper grabbed Tony's left arm and pulled, making Tony fall. He was dragged along to the bathroom. "Undress."
"What? Why?"
"Because you need a shower."
"No, I'm perfectly fine."
"You are having a shower." The kidnapper pushed Tony into the grimy shower stall. Then he stepped in too. "I'm going to wash you."
Tony shivered, not from being cold after getting undressed, but from fear. He didn't want to be touched, especially by someone that had kidnapped him, but he really felt like he didn't have a choice in the matter. He took a step back and hit the cold glass wall of the shower as his kidnapper turned the cold water on and sprayed him with it. Then the guy put soap on his hands and started to rub Tony's body slowly. When his hands reached Tony's backside, they stopped, gently rubbing circles into the skin. Tony jumped, but it didn't help. It only made things worse. One hand stayed put, but the other one moved around to the front of Tony's body and rested against Tony's penis. Feeling very much like he was about to vomit, Tony tried to move away. There was nowhere to go, what with the door being blocked by his kidnapper.
"Please, don't touch me," pleaded Tony.
"You can't tell me anything. You are in no place to be bargaining."
"It makes me feel uncomfortable."
"I don't care how you feel. I am enjoying it."
Tony shuddered as the hand on his backside slid closer to the middle of him, and the hand at the front of his body began to fondle him. It lasted what felt like forever, but was actually only two minutes. Relief flooded through Tony when his kidnapper finally let go of him and washed the soap off. The cold water gave Tony a feeling of being cleansed, though he had a feeling that this was just the beginning. If he didn't get out soon, fondling and hands resting on his skin would be the least of his worries.
"Go and get some sleep," said the kidnapper. "Tomorrow you'll be working very hard." He left Tony standing outside the shower, naked and scared.
Gibbs was relieved when Abby called him at ten thirty with the news that she had gotten usable prints off Tony's wallet and ID cards. She had run them through the system and gotten a hit.
"Prints belong to Jamie Barn. We arrested him a year and a half ago for sexual assault and rape of a fellow petty officer," said Abby over the phone.
"That's great work, Abbs."
"I'm not done. There was someone else in that van, Gibbs. I checked Barn out. He has a brother that made several appeals to the court to free his brother. I think they're working together on this."
"What's it got to do with Tony?"
"He was the arresting agent. I think they remembered him when they got his ID."
"Great. God knows what's happening to Tony right now then. Thank you Abbs. Go home and get some sleep."
"I'm not going anywhere until we find Tony."
"Me either, Abby, me either."
