I am sorry this is late. I should probably put time aside every week to write, but I have a feeling that's not going to happen any time soon.
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NCIS
"Hey boss," Tony said taking a step back. He noticed the older man was holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a Caf-Pow in the other. "I see you're on your way to see Abby. You're probably checking on our progress before heading down to her lab," Tony rambled, searching for some type of excuse as to why he had to leave. He hated lying to Gibbs, but he'd take a head slap, or a bullet wound, if it meant keeping his brother alive.
Gibbs merely raised an eyebrow, giving Tony a questioning look, no doubt asking just where in the hell he was going. Tony drew in a deep breath and said, "I needed air, boss. The windows up here don't open and…" DiNozzo could tell Gibbs just wasn't buying it, so he went for broke.
"Look, Gibbs, my brother is out there, and I know you have every intention of finding him, but I just can't sit here, looking at crime scene photos, waiting on Abby to get something. I need to be doing something productive." Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm just going to check with the security guy again. I'll be right back. Please boss."
Gibbs waited a beat, taking in what Tony had said, before stepping aside and heading towards the bullpen. DiNozzo took two tentative steps into the elevator, waiting to see if Gibbs called him back, hurriedly pressing the L-button when his boss didn't say a word.
The ride down to the parking lot couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, but to Tony it felt like forever. The second the doors opened, he tore out of the car and sprinted out to the parking lot. Glancing over his shoulder, making damn sure Gibbs (or anyone for that matter) wasn't looking out the window, he headed directly to his car only to skid to a halt, nearly slipping on the slick blacktop.
He felt his heart sink at the sight before him, his stomach clenching. Someone had slashed his tires.
NCIS
"Do I need to build each of you your own kitchen?" Cecelia asked moving away from Tim and towards the coffee pot. McGee furrowed his eyebrows, looking around the kitchen suspiciously. Didn't his mother just tell him to wake up? Why was she acting like she hadn't whispered anything in his ear?
"Oh, if you do can mine have a French maid in it?" Tony questioned receiving a pointed look from Cecelia and a giggle from Sarah. "She'd just be there to make my meals and clean; nothing more. I promise."
"Tony, the last time you made a 'promise', I found a black bra in the back of my car."
"I told you that wasn't mine," Tony stated and Cecelia snorted, shaking her head. "Hey, Tim, can you get the door?"
"What?" McGee questioned just as someone knocked. He nodded, getting to his feet, and headed out of the kitchen, towards the door. He pulled it open, and caught a pair of familiar brown eyes before he was bombarded by a flash of white light.
McGee jolted awake again, the brown eyes still plaguing him. Despite a clearer head than the last time he woke up, he still couldn't remember why those eyes looked so familiar. Though, a gut feeling told him it was extremely important that he figure out why he recognized those eyes.
Rain continued to pound on his head, drenching his clothes and leaving behind a muddy mess in his makeshift prison. A shiver ripped through him, followed by several more. He wondered just how long he had been sitting in that hole, but when he checked his watch he found it broken. McGee figured it must have broken when he was thrown in the well.
He ran a slick hand down his face, struggling to his feet. He nearly slipped in the mud, but managed to keep himself standing. He knew there was no way he was climbing out of the pit, the walls way too slippery. He glanced up at the hole, wondering if he could attract someone's attention if he shouted. He still had faith that Tony and the team would find him, but it didn't hurt to offer some assistance; even if he could get someone to call for help.
"H…help," he attempted to shout, but his voice came out a hoarse croak. McGee cleared his throat, and tried again, this time a bit clearer, "Help!" Tim waited a beat, before trying again, but to no avail. It seemed he was completely alone.
Not completely, he told himself. His friends were still looking for him; Tony was still looking for him. He just had to keep reminding himself of that; as long as that little tidbit stayed in his head he wasn't alone. He could never be alone.
He slowly sank back to the ground, more rain continuing to pour down on him. It reminded him of the time his car had broken down at the naval yard. It had been raining harder than ever, and he almost had to take the bus, but Abby offered to give him a ride. That had to be around the time she had…
McGee's eyes widened, realization dawning on him. He knew why those eyes looked familiar, and he had a sneaking suspicion who was behind this.
NCIS
It was exactly ten blocks to get to the old warehouse district. Tony ran the entire way, rain pounding against his head. By the time he made it his legs were on fire, he was wheezing worse than ever, and he was fairly certain he was going to pass out. He also had two minutes left before his twenty minutes were up.
He started searching the immediate area, looking for any signs of McGee. When his search didn't pan out, he headed into the closest building, keeping his eyes peeled and his hand on his gun.
Tony froze inside the doorway, eyes landing on a figure sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair. "Tim," he said racing forward, still keeping his eyes on his surroundings.
He stopped near the chair, reaching a hesitant hand out, only to reel backwards when McGee's head fell off. For a split second, panic ripped through Tony. Had the bastard killed his brother and left his body in this grotesque position for him to find? What kind of sick…?
His thought trailed off when he realized it was a mannequin wearing McGee's jacket. It was holding a sign that said: Check my pocket.
Eyebrows furrowed, Tony stepped forward and dug around the pockets, finding a small earpiece in the left coat pocket. He glanced around before placing the thing in his ear.
"Hello?" he said carefully.
"Agent DiNozzo, I'm impressed. You managed to make it with…" there was a brief pause. "…thirty seconds to spare. Cutting it a bit close there aren't you?"
"Only because someone slashed my tires," Tony snapped pacing in a small circle. "Where's Tim?"
"Safe… for now," the voice said ominously. "And he'll continue to be safe as long as you do exactly what I say."
"And what, pray tell, would you have me do?"
"I want to see how far you'll go to save your brother," the voice replied slowly, a smirk in his voice. "And I want you to start by quitting NCIS."