"I'm going for food. What do you want?" Tim stood and waited to hear the orders from the others before he left the building.

The day was bright and sunny, with only a chilly breeze to remind him that it was December. He felt his heart drop as he saw Abby's parking space, and he tried to keep himself from thinking about the fact that right now she was laying on a cold slab in the morgue.

He decided against taking his car, opting to walk instead, hoping that it would help clear his head.

When he woke, he was tied to a chair, with a camera recording him. He struggled against the ropes holding him in place but was unable to get free. The last thing he remembered was walking to get food.

"Hello Timothy."

He stopped struggling and looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. He saw a speaker box in one of the corners and glared at it for a minute before looking back at the camera.

"You are probably wondering why you are here."

Tim shook his head, "No. I don't care why I'm here."

"Of course you do! I am going to torture and kill you, and will want to know why!" The voice was full of anger now.

"Nah, I really don't care. You can just go ahead and kill me." Tim knew that in order to kill him, the man would have to come into the room and show himself. Tim worked his wrists slowly, realizing he could move his right hand quite a bit. The man seemed to be getting sloppy, he hadn't managed to kill Tony, and perhaps that made him angry and unable to do his best work.

He slipped his hand from the rope, but left it in place, discreetly undoing the other rope. Now if only he could get his feet free.

"Let me tell you why I am doing this!"

"I don't care! Your plan won't work! You are going to fail!" When there was no reply, Tim grinned. "What's the problem? Your mom not hug you enough? Did she forget to send you a present this year for your birthday? That sucks."

He was acting more brave than he felt, but if helped bring down Abby's killer, he'd do anything.

The door opened and a short man wearing a ski mask entered the room. His clothes were not unusual, and had it not been for the ski mask, nothing would have seemed out of place.

"I'm going to torture you. And you won't be able to defend yourself, because I found your knife." The man held up a knife and Tim recognized it as his back up knife.

He moved slightly and felt hard metal of his first knife, pressing lightly against his waist. Following along Tony's idea, he'd spent one night fixing his belt and making sure that he could secure a small knife in the back of the band without it being noticeable unless someone really looked. He'd even gone so far as to paint the side of the knife visible a dark brown, closely matching his belt. The knife the man had found had been worked into his belt buckle like Tony's.

Now he just needed a way to discreetly get his knife out of his belt. Small talk would be the best way, as long as the man didn't realize what was going on.

"Pretty brave of you to record me. It's going to make it really easy to convict you when I escape with that camera."

The man laughed slowly, "You'll never escape."

He turned to get something from outside the door and Tim moved one of his hands as quickly as he dared, pulling the knife from it's hiding spot. With that done, he returned his hand to it's spot and waited. The door was open, he could make it out of the room, but he wanted to do something to this man.

He knew exactly what Tony would say, "Don't be stupid Probie. Get out of there."

He was willing to just leave and not try to hurt the man, but he needed something that they could use to figure out who he was.

Hadn't the man been wearing a jacket? Tim was sure of it, and if he could find the jacket, it'd have some sort of DNA on it.

Tim waited until the man was fully inside the room, then sprung from his chair.

The man tried to grab at him, but Tim was ready for it and dodged him easily. He ran out of the room and saw the man's blue jacket on the chair outside the door. He grabbed it and kept running, hoping to find a way out.

The jacket was heavy, maybe it was a cell phone. As he ran, he reached into the pocket and felt around.

It was a cell phone. He pulled it out and opened it, the screen came to life. Glancing behind, seeing the man still following him.

He was grateful for the fact that he had gotten in shape, but it wouldn't take long before the man caught up to him.

Dialing the numbers, hoping that they were right, he pressed the send button and put the phone to his ear.

The phone rang, once, twice, three times.

"Gibbs."

"Boss, it's me, I don't know where I am but he's chasing me."

"McGee?"

Tim listened as Gibbs told Tony to start a trace.

"Can you see any landmarks?"

"I.." Tim looked around, it was dark out, but in the distance he could see a subway line. "There's a subway."

There was a crack and Tim realized he was being shot at.

"Boss, he's shooting at me."

"Keep going Tim. We've almost got it."

Everything around him fell silent and Tim looked back to see the man was gone. He heard a car start up, and he dove to the side and hid as well as he could and waited. The car sped past and Tim spoke the license plate numbers he managed to get aloud, hoping that Gibbs was paying attention.

"Got it. What's going on?"

"He left. That's all I got of the license plate. Dark car, four door, sedan, I think."

"We've got your location. Be there in ten."

The wait was long, or at least it felt that way to Tim. He was tired and still feel sluggish from the drugs. Adrenaline was slowly leaving his system, and he found himself cold. He was still clutching the jacket, and he refused to let it go, hoping that there was still DNA on it.

The sound of screeching tires brought his attention to the street and within minutes he saw Gibbs and Tony getting out of the car.

"Over here."

Tim looked around, "Where's Ziva?"

Tony looked grim. "She's missing. We found pieces of her phone on the ground, smashed."

Tim stood, "We need to go, I have his jacket. We need to find her."

"First you get checked out." Gibbs was not going to budge.

"No. I'm fine. Ducky can look at me while we work. We need to find Ziva!"

Anger coursed through him, he could have stopped the man, got him with his knife and made him tell where Ziva was.

"I could have stopped him."

"You did the right thing. Let's go."

Tony held out an evidence bag and Tim deposited the jacket inside, his hands clenching into fists.

"Let's go find her."

Life took a major turn- for the better, so I should be able to get more chapters up sooner! I know this story is kind of hard to follow- sorry. The timeline is a bit messy. In the present, Ziva is in the Psych ward, and right now, we're looking back 3 months, where it shows how she ended up there. The next few chapters happen simultaneously, but you should be able to figure it out. If you have any questions, let me know!