Author's Note: The chapter below mentions Sarah McGee. She is a canon NCIS character. Just a quick little note for those who haven't seen the episodes pertaining to her.
And with that, let the chapter begin.
Chapter 4
"How long has it been, Timmy? 16 years?"
"Been keeping track, have you?" McGee instantly regretted the words. An uppercut connected with his jaw. McGee bended over as he coughed up some of the blood that escaped his mouth.
Tony was starting to rub off on him.
"I would be careful if I were you, Tim. After all, out of the two of us, I'm the more aggressive." The man replied with a smirk.
"If you hurt Sarah… I swear, I'll…"
"Sarah? Heavens no, I would never hurt her." Tim's abductor responded with a seemingly phony innocent expression. "That is, not until I'm done with you. I want to see her reaction after I tell her that her 'dear' older brother suffered a slow, painful death, full of all kinds of torture." The man flashed a demonic grin that made McGee shiver.
But he didn't show it, he couldn't! The pain, the fear… he's changed the past sixteen years. And it was about time he proved it, not only to the man standing in front of him, but to himself as well.
"You leave her alone, you bastard!" McGee roared as his hand reached into the container that held his gun, and in one fluid hand motion, held the gun up to his abductor, the shiny barrel of the gun reflecting softly off the dim light from above.
… At least, that's what he was going for.
Unfortunately he had forgotten two essential things.
First, his hands were tied up, so there was no chance of him grabbing a gun, or anything for that matter.
And secondly, his gun was sitting back at the office. McGee mentally 'Gibbs-slapped' himself. Why was last night the one night he decided that it 'wasn't worth it' to drive back to work and get it?
Damn it.
"So, you finally learned how to be a man? I'm afraid you're sixteen years too late."
"I'm not a kid anymore. However, I can see you're still just as much of a self-centered egotistical bastard as you were before." And with that, McGee felt the foot slam into his chest. He felt his eyes close; his breathing began to stagger.
The kick was much more painful then the one he suffered sixteen years ago.
McGee glared at the man before his eyes shut once again.
"Ziva… Tony… help." He moaned before he felt the fatigue take over, and fell unconscious.
Author's Note: Some of them are long, I swear... (Well, longer then these, I should say)
Anyways. Yes, I am aware that no man would pass out from a pucnh to the jaw and a kick to the chest. Trust me. He has... more injuries then just the two shown in the chapter. A lot more. It will be explained in later chapters... hopefully.
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