Special Agent Daniel Cullen is mine, all mine, ha ha ah... Sorry about that, as are the suspects and victim, but all other characters belong to the genii of the NCIS creative team. This chapter if I was giving them names was going to be Every Five Minutes.

McGee sat at his desk alone, tracking every clue, every tiny lead. Gibbs and Ziva had gone to question Ms. Colman. Tony and a new agent, who was hanging loose, Daniel Cullen, had gone to Paula's flat. And he had gone to his desk after a futile protest to Gibbs. The task could have gone to Abby but, to Gibbs disgust she was working on another case, which on Director Vance's orders she was not allowed to leave.

Cyber leads to find Paula and her captor, was what Gibbs had called as he'd stepped into the lift.

*

Tony reciting Woodchuck, Gibbs hits him. Disjointed images flashed through Paula's mind. James and his wife, a wedding. Director Shepard, standing over the Washington base, Timmy McGee, a bemused expression on his face. "Da-vid" Ziva called after her.

Other more... personal images began as Jordan drew out a knife.

"Katlyn, it isn't worth this." He slashed her across the shoulder. Blood spread across her shirt.

"That was shallow, Katlyn. Every five minutes, we dig deeper."

"Bastard." She breathed, as the man laughed.

*

McGee was running every number Paula had made against criminal databases.

"Yes, yes. C'mon beauty."McGee urged his computer on. "Boss, Jordan Nottingham."

McGee was speaking to an empty space. He looked around edgily.

"They say, Timothy, my boy, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness. Of course if that's true..."

"Ducks, would you mind if... I mean I've got to call Gibbs."

*

"Gibbs." He flipped open his phone. Tim was wittering at the other end. "McGee, name."

A few minutes later, Gibbs turned to face Susie Coleman.

*

Jordan struck her other shoulder, as he had promised, the wound was deeper. Paula sat there, using the pain. She wanted to know what these images were. These memories leaking through.

Tony lit a cigar.

*

"Ms. Coleman, do you know the name Jordan Nottingham."

Gibbs watched her closely; she betrayed no signs of recognition. A slight stutter that could only be expected when a trained Mossad killer and NCIS marine were interrogating you.

"No, no. Never."

Gibbs nodded. "So, that is despite the fact you were found on CCTV talking to him outside your flat with your husband. Several times. Ziva."

Ziva came up beside her. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. Do you understand these rights?"

Gibbs groaned. He hated it when the suspect had an attorney.

*

Jordan stood in front of Paula. The room looked like an abattoir, blood everywhere, Paula had a bloody scars across her face and body.

"Where are the fucking drugs?" Paula smiled as Jordan screamed at her.

She was winning.