Chapter 4

Everything went dark. Curious McGee looked up to see Abby standing in front of him smiling. McGee couldn't believe it. He's been saved. He was smiling as a wave of relief swept over him when suddenly, as quickly as it happened, he woke up.

For a couple seconds he didn't know what was going on but all memories rushed back to him as he saw his captor sitting on a chair next to a table with something in his hand. At first McGee didn't know what he was doing but then knew exactly what as the man put his hands up against nose and sniffed in deeply. The man coughed once and wiped his nose as he stood up, placed the small piece of paper he was holding on the table and walked up to McGee.

"Sorry about that," the man said, "I've have a bit of an anger problem "

McGee didn't answer but looked up at the man's face. His brown eyes were dilated and bloodshot.

"Do you do drugs," the man asked McGee but he didn't answer, "anything? Weed, coke, acid, meth? You're a cop so you must like confiscate a lot of drugs. Have you ever took some for yourself? Have you ever you know?"

The man put his fingers up to his mouth and inhaled deeply imitating smoking weed. He then grabbed his chair, pulled it up to McGee and sat in front of him. This time McGee just looked at the floor. He was finding it hard to not give up hope as time went on. At any moment, his captor will snap again and this time he probably won't survive it.

"You must get a hold of some good shit," the man continued, "lets take a look at your wallet, shall we?"

The man reached inside McGee's shirt pocket and pulled out his wallet and badge and opened it.

"What the fuck is N.C.I.S," the man said examining McGee's badge, "So Special Agent Timothy McGee. You look like a pot head to me."

He threw aside McGee badge then opened his wallet, pulling out the money inside.

"I'll be keeping this," the man said as he pocketed the money. He then spread out the picture holder and examined the pictures.

"You have some nice friends," he said, "Do they smoke pot with you? And who this girl your with? The one with the black hair? She's cute. I think I'll look her up after this."

The man suddenly jumped up from chair and dropped wallet as he saw McGee lunge at him angrily. McGee tried desperately to force himself free so he could attack his captor but the duct held. Seeing this the man started to laugh.

"Looks like I hit a nerve," the man said, "so she's your girlfriend. Who would have thought you be that lucky?"

As he bent down to pick up McGee's wallet, which fell near the wheelchair, McGee took his chance and head butted his kidnapper. The man responded by punching McGee's face.

"Your fucking crazy," the man said angrily before punching him again.

McGee could taste his blood on his lips and could feel it flow from his nose. He was starting to wonder how much blood he was going to lose by the time this ends.

The man grabbed McGee by his shirt and pulled on it, tearing it off his body, leaving McGee shirtless. McGee could see that his shirt was bloody. Both dry blood and fresh wet blood covered half his white shirt.

"God this is why I hate cops," the man said throwing aside McGee's shirt, "You guys don't give a shit about no one. I'm trying to be nice to you. Do you know what I've done to other cops? To all my other victims? The last cop I had here I burned his face with a welder and he screamed like a little bitch. He thought he was all bad like you, now he's out in a river somewhere dead."

As he talked, the man walked out of view and returned carrying a gun in his hand.

"And it's not just cops," the man continued, "its everybody. Just because I'm not like you, you call me insane. Just because I'm different you treat me like shit. You say it's the drugs and the music, I say it was you. Well I had enough. I don't give a fuck anymore alright! So fuck you, fuck god and fuck everyone!!! You don't know my pain but you know what-"

His outburst was suddenly interrupted by doorbell ringing from upstairs. The man looked up at the basement door as the doorbell rang again.

"You stay here," the man said to McGee without looking at him.

As he walked up the stairs, he said sternly back to McGee "make any noise and I'll kill whoever's at the door," then stepped out of the basement, closing the door behind him.

McGee was now alone. In his mind he was thanking whoever was at the front door for saving his life if only for a little longer though the more time he gets the more time Gibbs and the team have to look for him and hopefully save him.

This is the first time McGee had a good chance to look around the basement. Unfortunately Summer's body still lay nearby. He tried not to look at his body but the pungent smell just burned his nostril. It was a wonder he hadn't already thrown up.

He tried to distract his mind by examining the basement. The floor was just covered with trash. Old soda bottles and cans were scattered everywhere and a pizza box crawling with roaches lay in the middle of the trash. He could see that he was in the space directly under the stairs. Across from him was a large old dresser. Next to him was a table with his gun on it as well as a staple gun, various books, pencils and pens and papers that were scattered all over. He could see a large cockroach on it towards the edge of the table. He suddenly gasped as it jumped and flew past him. The paint on the wall was peeling and had stains all over it. McGee recognized some of it as old blood.

He brought himself to look at Summer's body again. He was sitting up against a wall with his hands at his side. His skin was an eerie bluish-gray. McGee couldn't see his face but with his head tilted he could see where his neck was cut. Instead of being bloody and wet, his neck looked as though it was painted brown with the dried up blood. Every so often he would catch a roach crawling on him. If past experience told him anything when his body is moved millions of roaches will scatter away from their former hiding spot the body provided.

Even though McGee has seen dead bodies before, it felt weird looking at Summer's. He hasn't moved since this whole time but technically there have been three people in the room. Maybe more if there are other bodies in the basement. It was weird looking at him. It felt as though he would get up at any moment as if he were pretending to be dead but in the end McGee knew he would never get up.

McGee lowered his head, looked at the floor and sighed. It felt as if he's been down here for hours. He had no way of knowing the time since there was no clock he could see. There was no window so he didn't know if it's still night or if has become morning. He didn't know if there was a moon or a sun lighting the streets outside.

Most of all he doesn't even know if Abby knows he's missing at all. For all he know she could be at her home getting ready for bed. She could probably already be asleep in her bed oblivious of what was going to happen to him. He wondered if she was thinking of him right now. Things between them were starting to pick up. They had planned to go to a local rock concert tomorrow night, or since he doesn't know how along ago he was kidnapped it could be tonight or even last night, but now it seemed he wouldn't be able to go with her at all.

McGee sighed again and continued looking at the gray concrete floor. He decided it was useless to try and break out of the duct tape that still held him firmly to the wheelchair. His whole body felt weak as he just sat there. His hand barely had feeling in them anymore. He closed his eyes as he felt his headache returning. Tears streamed down his face and fell to the floor. He kept his eyes closed as the basement door opened above once again.

TBC in the next chapter…