A/N - Sorry about the shitty wait for the update. I'm a lazy person.

'Callen, you know as well as I do that you can't tell them anything.' Kensi stated, with blood still pooling around her mouth from her newly broken nose, making her voice slightly gargled.

'Kens,' started Callen, but was cut off by Kensi.

'No, you know how high of security clearance we have. We're not going to break the integrity of NCIS to spare me a bit of pain.' Sam and Callen looked at each other, both knowing she was right. 'Listen, don't worry about me. I'll be fine.' They heard footsteps coming so she started speaking quickly, 'Just don't tell them anything, and try to find a way to get out or get a message to Hetty.'

Callen opened his mouth to respond, but he was cut off by the door swinging open. The man in which they had presumed was the leader (as he had done all of the talking), came in with six burley men, all at least the same size as Sam.

'Have you made up your minds? Where is your headquarters?' he asked ferociously. Callen gave a brief look to Sam, and then Kensi, her mismatched eyes were clearly saying 'don't'. When the three agents remained silent, he kicked Kensi with such force that the chains in which she was held, pulled taut and looked like they were going to break; she winced but let out no cry. She had surely broken or at least bruised some ribs.

The leader nodded to his men, and they moved to un-cuff Callen and Sam, and undo the chains restraining Kensi.

'Try anything,' the leader started, and pulled out a gun, switching the safety off and pointing it at Kensi, giving the message of 'we will kill her'.

They led the three of them out of the room, down corridor after corridor - all of which had dim lighting - and going through too many doors to even find the way they had come, Kensi almost doubled over because of the pain these men had put her in.

They had been walking for at least ten minutes, when Callen and Sam struck out at the four that were leading, and pointing guns at them. They were just about to move onto the two holding Kensi when a shot rang out and pierced the silence. Before any of them could react, Kensi was on the ground, bleeding from a bullet hole in her calf, with the leader standing above her with his gun poised. Not a fatal shot, but it hurt. A lot.

'I warned you. Next time she won't be so lucky.' He snarled.

'You call this lucky?' Kensi hissed back at him, earning herself a pistol whip, making her fall to the ground, making her grab her face, and a gasp being emitted from Callen and Sam's lips.

'Pick her up.' He growled at Sam, who gently complied, scooping her up in his arms, trying not to disturb her leg.

'You good?' Sam murmured in her ear as they started moving again. She nodded her head slightly, before getting another pistol whip, effectively knocking her out.

'No talk.' Said one of the goons, before jabbing his gun into Sam's back, forcing him to keep moving through the dark corridors.