"What did you just say?" Abby asked with a glare.

"I think you heard me," He turned back to Gibbs, "If you'd like to take me to interrogation, I'd be happy to talk with you."

The anger that was building inside of Gibbs was indescribable. "Jennings!" He called out.

Tom stood up at his desk, "Yes, Gibbs?"

"Take this… thing down to interrogation for me."

"Can do," Tom walked over and took the man by the arm. He was slightly confused as to why he was doing so, but he knew better than to question Gibbs.

"And Jennings?"

"Yeah?"

"If you just so happen to ram him into any walls, I'm sure it'll be by accident."

Tom nodded in understanding, "Yes, Sir."

Abby watched as the two men walked off, then she turned to Gibbs with wide eyes, "Is he serious?"

"I don't know."

"Why would he turn himself in?"

"I don't know."

"Well, would he tell us where Tim is?"

"I don't know."

She stared at him, "Those three words have been said far too many times today. I want some real answers, Gibbs."

Gibbs walked around his desk and placed his hands on Abby's shoulders, "I will give you some real answers, when I have them."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"I want Timmy to be safe, Gibbs."

Gibbs pulled Abby into a hug, "I know, Abbs. He will be. We'll get him home."

"I- I'm gonna go back to my lab," Abby said as the hug ended, "Tony and Ziva will be back soon with some of Tim's things. Are you going to talk to… whoever that guy is?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna go there now."

"Will you-"

"You'll be the first to know."

"Thanks, Gibbs."

"You're okay. You're okay. Close your eyes. Big, open fields… Big open fields that you're buried underneath… in a box… running out of oxygen… Can't breathe! Okay, opening eyes! Opening eyes!"

Tim opened his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to return his heart beat to a normal speed.

Until that moment, he had completely forgotten about the objects that were on both sides of him. 'What is that?' He wondered, 'I'll h- have to ask t- the next time I talk to the r- rest of the team… God, I'm even stuttering in m- my thoughts!'

Tony and Ziva walked into the lab carrying large containers. Each of them were filled with Tim's things.

Tony sighed as he placed the container on the table, "Who knew he had so much stuff!"

"And this is only half of it."

He stared at her, "Yeah, I know that. I was the one bagging it all up, remember?"

"No need to be snotty."

"What?… No, I'm not even going there."

Just then Abby walked in, coming from the middle section of her lab. She was holding Bert tightly in her arms. When she saw Ziva and Tony there she quickly wiped the tears from her face, "Hey guys!" She said, attempting to be perky, "What do you got for me?"

"You okay, Abbs?" Tony asked.

"I'm great! Just… Just fine. Are these Tim's things?"

"Some of them."

She began taking his stuff out of the containers.

Ziva and Tony glanced at each other, then Ziva turned her attention back to Abby, "Abby, are you sure you are alright?"

"I told you both that I'm fine."

"But, you were crying."

Abby's bottom lip began to tremble, "I… Gibbs and I talked to Tim."

"You talked to him?" Tony asked in shock.

"Yeah. The video feed came back on after forty-five minutes. He… He was so scared. He tried to pretend he wasn't, but he was. I hate this."

"We all hate this," Ziva replied.

"Then," Abby continued, "Some guy came up claiming to be the one who buried Tim!"

"What?" Both Tony and Ziva said at the same time.

"Gibbs is talking to him in interrogation right now." Abby saw both of their faces. She could tell that they wanted to go to observation and watch, yet they didn't want to leave her, "Go," She said, "I'll be fine. I've got all of Tim's things to keep me company."

Tony smiled at her sympathetically and left the room. Ziva reached over the table and took a hold of Abby's hand, "We will find him Abby," She said encouragingly before following Tony out.

"Who are you?" Gibbs said right as he entered interrogation.

"I told you already, I-"

"I mean your name!"

"Trevor Fallon."

Gibbs sat down across from Trevor, "Talk."

"About?"

"You know what about!"

"Oh yes, you want to know about your agent," Trevor smiled, "He is safe… for now."

Gibbs took a deep breath, trying to calm himself when all he felt like doing was strangling the man.

"Agent McGee will not run out of oxygen. I have a pipe running from the bottom of the box up into the great outdoors. So, although he may feel like he's suffocating, he isn't. I placed some food and water inside of the box, near his hands so he could reach. It's not much, but, if he chooses his portions very carefully, it could last him up to two weeks... Of course, there is no place for him to go to the bathroom, so it is going to smell."

The more Trevor talked, the more Gibbs wanted to kill him.

"Where is he?"

Trevor laughed, "Why in God's name would I ever tell you that?.. Besides, isn't finding him your job?"

If looks could kill… Trevor would be dead.

"Anyway," Trevor continued, "Along with the water and food is one other thing."

"What?"

"A knife."

"For?"

Trevor smiled, "I think you already know what for… It's for when your agent can't handle the dark anymore. It's for when he's tired of lying there, trapped in a tiny space, barely able to move. It's so he can end his own suffering."

That was it. Gibbs stood up, grabbed Trevor by his shirt and slung him against the wall.

"What are you gonna do?" Trevor asked, "Kill me while you're on camera? You're not that stupid. You wouldn't do anything to jeopardize finding Agent McGee sooner… Well, trying to find him."

"Why?" Gibbs asked through gritted teeth.

"Why what?"

"Why did you turn yourself in?"

Trevor shrugged, "Why not? My parts done with, I did what I needed to do. I'm being generous, Gibbs. Now you don't have to waste your time trying to find who did this to Agent McGee… You already know. So, you can go and spend your days trying to find him. And you can watch as the man you once knew crumbles away, until all that is left is a suicidal mess. Then, Agent Gibbs, you can stare at the screen as he slices that knife across his throat and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

As I suspected I got lots of "how could you" reviews after the last chapter lol Hopefully this makes up for that. This cliffy is a little tamer than the last one.

I would like to give you all Abby sized hugs for the reviews! Please review this chapter, or I'll have to Gibbs smack you. ;)