Pressure. That's all he felt. Pressure in his chest. It was as if he were trapped under a car. And the pain was unbearable. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breath! At first, he couldn't move. Then, he couldn't stop moving. His whole body shook violently, and it wouldn't stop. It caused him agony. He heard a loud noise in the background. It was dull and hazy but it felt loud. He felt someone pressing on his limbs. It scared him. He opened his mouth and tried to scream but no sound came out. His throat was closed off. He wanted to fight back but his body was jerking everywhere. They moved him and strapped him to something so he couldn't move. He was terrified. Finally the seizing stopped Someone forced something over his face. That was when the real fear set in. Finally, air flooded into his lungs, and he screamed in terror.

"McGee? Tim!" he heard a female voice with a strange accent.

He opened his eyes but wasn't able to see anything. Was he blind? He began to hyperventilate. He felt a hand on his chest and heard that voice again.

"Tim, calm down! You are safe! The paramedics are helping you!" she cried.

He was still panicking, his head flipping back and forth. He was still hyperventilating and finally, he blacked out.

AGENT LASTWISH: ALL GOOD THINGS

"He will be alright, yes?" Ziva asked, fighting to keep her voice calm in the back of the ambulance.

"Tough to say for now," came the grunt of one of the paramedics. "He's got several broken ribs, a broken hand and a broken leg. He's got some internal bleeding and a sever concussion. He's also got a bad bout of pneumonia. And that's just what we can tell from the surface. We won't know more until we get his shirt off," she said.

Ziva simply nodded, staring at Tim's broken body. Poor McGee... Laying there so helpless ad vulnerable... He looked more like an abused little boy than a federal agent.

Now that the paramedics had him stabilized, they worked to get his shirt off, so they could see the damage underneath.

And nothing they'd seen so far, could prepare them for this.

Ziva shut her eyes, and force the tears away.

McGee wasn't just beaten.

He was tortured.

That's why he'd been screaming earlier. It looked as it someone had taken a pocket knife and sliced open his stomach. She wondered why there was no blood, but upon closer inspection...

Ziva had to snap her head away to keep from throwing up. It looked as if someone had taken a lighted and burned the wound closed.

And his back...

It was...

Horrible...

It was infected and opened up... It was just a raw slab of meat. It was like someone had taken a flexible stick and whipped him over and over and over and over...

"Oh McGee... Oh Tim... What did they do to you," Ziva asked softly to no one in particular.

She shut her eyes and just listened as they wrapped bandages around his torso. When it was all over, she walked over and sat next to him. She held his had ever so gently in her own. She brushed the hair from his face and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

"How could they do this to you? How could they do this? You are so young and innocent... So sweet and kind... Oh... How could they do this to you?" Ziva asked over and over again. She could not comprehend the damage done to the young man's body. It was... It was unimaginable. What had he done to deserve this?

"Oh Tim... Oh Tim..."