Once Gibbs left out of interrogation he went to look for Tim. He thought he'd be able to catch up to him quickly, but he found out that Tim moved quicker than he thought.

"You two seen McGee?" Gibbs asked as he walked to the bullpen.

"Yeah," Tony replied, "He said he was gonna go outside for some air. He was movin' fast too-"

Before Tony could finish Gibbs began walking to the elevator.

Ziva looked at Tony, "If only I could be a bug."

"A fly," Tony corrected.

Ziva shrugged, "Any bug would do."

Gibbs went outside and saw Tim sitting at a bench, he was bent over with his elbows resting on his legs and his head in his hands.

Gibbs quietly sat down beside him. Tim didn't even realize he was there. "You are faster than I thought," Gibbs began.

Tim looked up quickly, "Boss! I didn't know you were sitting there."

Gibbs didn't want to waste time. He wanted to find Abby just as quickly as everyone else did. So, he got right to the point, "What didn't you tell us in there?" He asked.

"What?"

"Come on McGee, I know you weren't lyin' to Fornell and me, but you left something out."

Tim looked down at the ground and shook his head, "It's... It's nothing, Boss."

"Tim!"

Tim was silent for a moment, but he knew that when Gibbs called him by his first name he was serious... Well, even more serious than usual, "I... I was holding her."

"Gotta give me more than that, McGee."

"When we watch movies together, she always gets tired about half way through. She lays with her head on my chest because she said she likes the sound of my heart beating. I had my arm around her. I was holding her!" Tim was boiling with anger, "She was right there, Boss!"

"There was nothing you could have done."

Tim stood up quickly, "I wish everyone would would stop telling me that!"

"It's true."

"I know! It's just..." Tim sat back down and looked at Gibbs, "I'm a federal agent. I'm trained to protect people. I know I was drugged and I know I couldn't have helped her. But I still feel like I should have."

Gibbs nodded in understanding, "Every agent has felt that way when something goes wrong... Well, the good ones have anyway. You gotta remember Tim, you're a human being. You're not invincible. 'Agent' is just a title." Gibbs stood up and began to walk away, then he turned back around, "You could still help her you know. That is if you'll get your butt back inside and do your job."

Those last two sentences seemed to help Tim the most. He got up immediately and walked back into NCIS with Gibbs.

It was two hours before Abby's captor returned to the room, "Okay Miss Sciuto, are you ready to play the game?"

Abby didn't respond. She just laid there, staring at the ceiling.

"It's not nice to ignore people when they ask you a question." He came up to her and placed a hand around her throat, slowly choking her, "Now, are you ready to play the game?"

Abby nodded as she gasped for breath.

"Good." The man released his grip on her. "First you need to sit up." He raised the head of the bed so that she would be in a sitting position. Then he began to unchain one of her arms from the bed, "Slowly, over the next few days, these chains will start to come off. I know you must have to go to the bathroom, but until all the chains are off you will just have to go in your bed. Now, If you try to escape I will catch you, and I will not be very happy. Believe me Miss Sciuto, you do not want to make me angry."

"Who... Who are you?" Abby asked cautiously. She wasn't sure how he'd react to being asked questions right now.

"You can call me Joe," He replied. "Now, for the game: First you will pick a number one through four. Each of those numbers has a person attached to it. Their names are Jethro, Ziva, Anthony, and Timothy..."

Abby looked up at the sound of her friends... no, her families, names.

Joe smiled, "I knew that would get your attention... Anyway, you are going to tell me which number you choose and I will call that person. You will be allowed to talk to that person and only that person for three minutes. The numbers do not go in the order that I gave you their names. You may choose now."

Abby's heart was racing, "Three," She answered.

He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket, "Good choice. You will know your pick soon." He opened the cell phone and began dialing a number.

Back at NCIS everyone was working at their desks. Fornell was sitting at the smaller desk area next to McGee. They were all searching for anything that would help them find Abby. So far they had nothing. Everyone was quiet. All that could be heard was the sounds of typing on keyboards.

A ringing phone dragged everyone out of their thoughts, but they quickly returned to their work as the phone was answered.

"Special Agent McGee."

"Hello, Timothy," Joe replied.

Abby's heart began racing even harder at the sound of Tim's name.

Tim waited for whoever was on the line to say more, but they didn't. "Can I help you with something?" He asked.

"No, but I can help you. Put me on speaker."

"...Okay," Tim looked around the room and began snapping his fingers to get everyone's attention. Then he put the phone on speaker, "You're on speaker."

"Good. Is Jethro, Anthony, and Ziva there as well?"

They all paid close attention as their names were called. Fornell stood up from his desk and leaned on the half wall that separated him from the rest of the team.

"Yes, they're all here," Tim replied. "Who is this?"

"First of all, you will probably want to begin a trace on my phone. You won't get anything but it will keep you from having to start it once I begin."

Getting a nod from Gibbs, Tim began the trace.

"Have you started?" Joe asked.

"Yes," Tim answered.

"Good. Now you can listen."

Ducky entered the room to see how things were going, but he was quickly hushed by Gibbs before he began to speak.

"I have Miss Sciuto with me. She is alive and well... Well, she's probably not 'well', but she is alive. Agent McGee has been chosen by Miss Sciuto, although unknowingly, to be the one to speak with her. Now I need to explain the rules of this game to all of you so I want you to listen very carefully. Understand?"

"Get on with it," Gibbs replied when no one else spoke up.

"Alright. During this game Timothy, and only Timothy, will be able to talk to Miss Sciuto. I will call once a day. The time from now on will be 9a.m.. You will have three minutes to talk to her. You will always be on speaker phone while talking with her and I will hear the entire conversation. If I do not like one of the questions you ask, or I disagree with anything you say, then she will be harmed. I will leave the phone on as I hurt her in any way I choose and if you hang up then I will kill her. Do you understand me so far, Timothy?"

Tim swallowed hard as the information sunk in, "Yes."

"Good. You will also never put me on speaker phone unless I say so. No one will talk to Miss Sciuto except Timothy. If anyone else tempts to speak with her than that will result in me harming her as well. Good days end with me giving you a clue as to where Miss Sciuto might be. Bad days end with her screaming. Do you have any questions for me, Timothy?"

"One. Why are you doing this?"

"Oh, yes. The big question of why. You see, Timothy, my brother was tortured when I was younger. He escaped and NCIS was put on the case. They didn't find who tortured him until after he had killed himself out of fear that the person would come back. No one on your team worked the case. No one on your team was even working at NCIS when it happened. But I want to see if you all will work faster and harder when one of your own is the torture victim. Are you ready to speak to Miss Sciuto?"

"Yes," Tim answered quickly.

"Take me off of speaker phone and you can."

Gibbs gave Tim another nod and he did as Joe said.

"Okay. You're off," Tim said.

"Good boy. Here is Miss Sciuto." Joe put his phone on speaker and put it in Abby's free hand.

"Tim?" Abby questioned, almost not believing he was on the line.

"Abby! Are you okay?"

"I'm... I'm alive, so... How are you?"

Tim smiled for a moment, 'Only Abby would worry about others when she's in danger,' He thought. "I've been so worried about you, Abby. Are you hurt?"

She looked down at where the chains held her. Bruises were forming from all the jerking she had done from trying to get out of them. "Just some bruises. It'll heal."

"Do you know where you are?" Tim asked, not even thinking.

"Not a good question!" Joe yelled. He punched Abby in the stomach twice which caused her to scream and drop the phone.

"Don't!" Tim yelled as he leapt to his feet in a panic.

Tony, Ziva and Gibbs all stood up as well and walked over to Tim's desk.

"I'm sorry! I won't ask anything else!" Tim added.

Joe picked up the phone, "Because this is the first time, I will not hurt her any more," He said, then added, "Only say good things!"

"Okay! Okay. I'm sorry. Just, let me talk to her."

Joe handed the phone back to Abby, "Timmy," Was all she said. Her voice was so quiet and she was trying to catch her breath.

Tim sat back down, "Abby, I'm so sorry. I didn't-"

"Don't apologize, Tim. Rule six."

"Only you would think about a Gibbs rule at a time like this."

Abby let out a small, forced laugh, "There's no one like me, Timmy."

"Very true," Tim agreed. They were both silent for a moment, then Tim continued, "We will find you Abby. I promise."

"I know that... I just wish I was there to help you find me."

Tim sighed, "Yeah, me too."

"Times up," Joe interrupted. He grabbed the phone from Abby and quickly hung up.

Silence drifted over the room as Tim hung up the phone.

Tony was the first to speak, "Well, come on, Probie! What happened?"

Tim needed to get out of there. He needed to get away. Everyone was crowded around him. He just couldn't handle it right now. It was too much. Having to hear Abby so... so sad and so scared. And he was the reason she was hurt. He might as well have thrown the punches himself.

Tim looked down at the pajamas he was still wearing, "I... I need to go change clothes. I'll be back in an hour." He stood up and walked out of the room, gently pushing Tony out of his way in the process.

"Anything from the trace?" Gibbs asked to no one in particular.

Ziva, who was closest to Tim's computer, looked at the screen and sighed, "Nothing."

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