I love NCIS but I don't own them, sadly. :( But I would love them for Christmas.

Kate's P.O.V.

I look to the middle of the dash, where the clock is and see that it's only 5:48. It has been about seven hours since Ari has held the knife to my through, in my own car, I might add.

About six and a half hours since, our little brawl in my living room and that is how long I've been sitting in this car. With the one person in this world I can't stand, witch is also, how long my hands have been hand cuffed in a very, painful way.

My right arm I know is broken but, I can do nothing to relieve the pain. It is also bleeding, not as much as it was, but more than I'd like it to. But I don't want it to bleed at all, but it is so I'm trying to keep my mind off of the pain and the blood.

So I've been thinking. Thinking about Abby, and if or when she'll figure out my message. Thinking about Gibbs, and when, not if Gibbs will figure out I'm missing. Thinking about Tony, and what movie references' he'll use when he thinks I'm late on Monday. Thinking about Tim, and how hard, the youngest of the team would take it if I don't come home. Thinking about Ducky, and his long, but sometimes interesting stories.

But as I'm thinking, I remember that my sister, brother-in-law, and, niece are supposed to be at my apartment in a few hours. Oh god, please don't let them see my apartment that way. I want someone to learn that I've been kidnapped but not them, Rose is only six, and all that blood!

But I can't stay thinking about that for long, because things are starting to get fuzzy. And I'm starting to feel a bit dizzy. The blood loss is getting to me, I can feel it. I start to fade and now nothing.

Abby's P.O.V.

Seven hours and fifty seven, minutes. Seven hours and fifty eight, minutes. Seven hours and fifty nine, minutes. "Eight hours!" I say out loud, as the clock turns to 7:23.

At five this morning I told myself I had to wait until 7:23 to call and ask tony to help me with the hinky message. I pick up my cell phone that I've been looking at for the last hour. I hit the 4 button on my phone; next I press the send button. "DiNozzo." groggily answered the senior field agent.

"Well good morning to you too, Tony." I say but don't give him time to reply. "Anyway! Tony, did Kate text you at 11:23 last night? Cuz I can't understand it" I tell the sleepy investigator.

There is no noise at his end for a few seconds, but he says "Um... No, no texts from Kate, and call her, I was asleep." he tells me annoyed.

"Tony, I did call Kate!" I exclaim. "And she didn't answer! Tony, she won't answer her cell, or home, I'm kinda getting worried."

Tony sighs but says "Okay, how about I come over and help you figure out this hinky message. And if by, I don't know... say at one, after we order a pizza, we'll go to her place?"

I nod but remember he can't see me "Yeah, okay. Ohh! And I'll call Timmy and see if he wants to help. Three heads are better than two!"

"Abby?"

"Yes, Tony?" I counter.

"Do we have to invite probie?"

"Of course Tony. We love McGee, why not?" I ask the movie buff

"He's just... just so boring" he tells me.

"Whatever I'm still gonna call him." I tell him "Just be here by 8:30. Cuz I've been up all night trying to work out this hinky text. And all I have is, jumping pickles, people judged by ghosts, and god jokes by Pinocchio."

There's a pause before he says "Okaaaaay...I'll be there soon." and I almost hang up when I here him say "Oh and Abby!"

"Yeah?"

"No more caff-pows before bed." he hangs up.