McGee awoke in that dark room still tied. Both his hands and legs were tied and could hardly move. Not being able to move was starting to take its toll and the wound from the stabbing was getting really painful, but it didn't matter. He had to get out of there, he needed to. Tim thought he heard the guy leaving an hour earlier, and decided this was his chance to try to escape. This guy had probably made a mistake, left some open passage something... and he would find it. He would get out and warn Abby about that psycho boyfriend of hers, and be back with the team in no time.
McGee would prove his captor wrong and teach him that he couldn't mess with a Special Agent like himself and get away with it.
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Gibbs had hardly slept in the last two days. How could he, when the life of one his agents was on the line? How could he take an hour off of work knowing that if he worked he'd be one hour closer to catching that bastard?
But it was not an easy case, and not just for the emotional implications. Everything was off-putting clean about the scene and how McGee was taken, everything seemed really silent about it. No witnesses, no strange sounds, no clues. It was clear that they hadn't taken McGee for ransom or to hold hostage since no one had spoken up about the kidnapping, so that left personal reasons or money issues, which didn't make any sense. Tim had money, yes, but not enough to justify an attack like that. And the personal angle... who'd want to hurt Tim? He was one the kindest, calmest people he knew and every time he'd wronged someone he had apologized.
Something was not right about all that.
Gibbs decided to check on Abby, see if she had anything new to add. As usual, he'd chosen the exact time to appear.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs!" Abby enthusiastically greeted him as he arrived to the lab.
"You got something?" asked the boss, knowing the answer would be positive.
"That is correct! The sheets and the rest of the evidence is pretty clean, mostly, but I found a cute little symbol on one of the corners, and I put on the database and I linked it to a series of kidnappings that had been going on the last two months!"
"A series of kidnappings?"
"Yeah, six kidnappings on the last couple of months, all navy related but not navy, mostly relatives of sailors that went missing while they were going to work. The sailors got weird voicemails asking for a ransom, and in four of the cases the money was sent and the victim released, in other two no money, victims were found dead. In every case the perpetrator left this sign on the victim's house and smashed the door to symbolically say that the house was not safe anymore."
"And you think this is the same guy?" asked Gibbs, suspicious.
"Well, yeah, the sign, the broken door, it matches! And McGee is navy related but not nay too, so he fits the profile. "
"But the M.O. is completely different, Abby. The previous victims were grabbed in their way to work and McGee at home and we haven't received voicemails regarding him."
"You think this was a copycat?"
"Could be. I'll get Tony to work on this series and Ziva on the copycat angle. That's good work, Abs." Gibbs said as he started to leave for the elevator.
"Thank, boss. And Gibbs?"
"Yeah?"
"Find him. Find him quick."
The boss gave her a quick nod and left. Something was definitely not right about all that, that much he knew. Whoever had taken Tim had not only left everything terribly clean, they had also planted misleading evidence. This was a very well thought attack and it was not going to be easy finding whoever had done it. Damn.
Gibbs put his agents to work, and even though he knew they would be fast it would still take time to raise some conclusions. And every minute was another minute that cold-minded bastard had his agent.
Oh, how he hoped they weren't too late.
He was so close to the door, he was convinced he was going to make to make it.
Tim McGee was already fantasizing about getting out of that building, about eating and drinking and getting that wound and that headache fixed, about his heroic return to work, about... But the door suddenly opened and hit him and his fantasies with an incredible strength.
"Bad boy..." said a mean voice behind the door "that's what happens when you get out of your corner. You didn't think I'd leave you to do whatever you wanted all day, right? No, I'm watching your every move and everytime you get close to the door... Well, you see what happens."
The door had hit Tim in the face, that now had a bloody nose and a split looked at his captor with hatred, but the guy merely smiled.
"Now you be a good boy and wait for me in here, I have some recently sharpened knives I want you to meet."
Tim winced.
He needed to get out of there.
Now.
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