ADULT CONTENT AHEAD, RAPE, AND BLOOD, IF YOU'RE NOT MATURE ENOUGH DON'T READ!

Kate POV

I felt the man's arms tighten around my neck, and closed my eyes against the pain. I looked at Gibbs, our eyes connected and I felt sparks shoot up my back.

I could see the indecision flash across his features in the pale blue lighting. He knew who he had to choose already, but he couldn't live with the choice, I realized. Those brief seconds our minds connected; I was able to see how much fear and care he had for the both of us and how it was ripping him apart.

I shook my head slowly, and closed my eyes, relinquishing the hold I never knew I had on him. At that moment, I accepted that I was going to die and that there was nothing he could do about it. I accepted that I was going to perish from this Earth without telling him how much I loved him, I would die with a smile on my face, at all the happy memories we could've made together.

I heard a shot being fired and the arm that the man had around my throat didn't loosen. I knew who he had shot without even opening my eyes.

I heard the click of heels and smiled faintly; we both knew that he would choose her, she was dying, and they must've had SOME type of history together, to say the least.

I felt the cool medal of the gun dug deeper into the side of my head.

I opened my eyes to see the Director tucked safely behind Gibbs, his gun was still raised, now pointing at the man that was a few seconds from snapping my neck in half. I saw the gun men behind Gibbs, their guns drawn and pointed directly at his head. He couldn't move without getting shot.

"Let her go, and we can forget this ever happened," he growled, the stoic man put back into place.

He laughed, "Do you really expect me to let her go? This is all the leverage I have against you!"

His grip on me tightened and his arm that was around my neck now roamed further down, near the top of my shirt.

"She's pretty, gunny, I'll give you that much. Real pretty girl, I couldn't believe that you didn't try and save her," he laughed again and began to unbutton the top two buttons of my blouse.

I struggled against him, my hand smacking him in the face. He barely flinched, instead he took my hand and bent it backwards at an unnatural angle.

I clenched my teeth together to prevent myself from screaming but couldn't stop the strangled yelp that escaped my lips. He forced me to my knees, the pain was blinding. I heard each bone in my hand give a subtle crack and he didn't seem to stop there. He didn't stop till I was lying face down, a full blown scream of agony on the tip of my tongue.

"Stop it! What do you want, I'll give it to you!" I heard Gibbs call, I tried to catch my breath and tell him that I was OK, but couldn't. I didn't dare try and flex my hand that now lay useless beside me.

"I want you to suffer just like how I suffered when you put my brother in jail," he hissed, "He didn't deserve that, gunny, and that marine down in Quantico sure as hell didn't deserve it. But you made all this happen, all of it. So I'm going to make you suffer just like all of them."

I felt the pain dull a little and struggled to my knees and looked up, the blue lights hurting my eyes. I looked into his eyes and was shocked at the anger and the helplessness in them.

"Gibbs, I'll be fine, get out of here, take the Director, and run," I told him through my eyes, hoping that he caught the message.

He looked at me, as if seeing the defeat and gave a rough shake of his head, being stubborn once again.

"Get up," the man hissed in my ear, grabbing my broken hand and forcing me to my feet.

I looked into his eyes, my face had no emotion on it what so ever.

"Let them leave," I said calmly, trying to ignore the pain.

He laughed, "You think that I'd let both of them just leave? When I went to all that trouble just to get him to investigate the case and try and kill the both of you? No chance in that, sweet heart."

His hands wandered down my frame, resting on my hips. I shook him off and almost immediately, as if he expected that, he smacked me across the face. He pushed me back down and I felt rope being wrapped around my wrists.

I struggled violently, my kicks catching him twice in the chest; to my disappointment, he only grunted in pain.

After I was tied up, he lifted me to my feet so that I was facing Gibbs.

"Kate," he whispered, shaking his head, unable to move from his spot, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head, tears in my eyes, "Never say you're sorry, it's a sign of weakness, Gibbs, a really smart man once told me that."

He gave me a small smirk. "Look at me," he seemed to say, "Only at me."

I nodded and barely felt the man's hands slip underneath my shirt and pull it up until his lips were pressing hungry kisses down my neck.

I knew what was coming next and struggled to get away, using my legs to propel me away from him and towards the further end of the wall.

"Oh come on, don't be like that, you look real pretty in this light, sweet heart," the man growled. I looked down and cursed myself several times over for not wearing anything but a bra underneath my shirt this morning.

"Let them go! They can watch from the bullpen, just, don't let him stay here, please," I begged him, curling up into a tight ball.

He stopped for a moment and turned around, facing Gibbs. I buried my face in my knees and refused to look up; how could I face him, half naked, curled on the floor? This wasn't the Special Agent Caitlin Todd that he knew, this was a girl that was so scared that she might just start bawling right on the floor.

"Kate, I'm not leaving you," I heard Gibbs call, "Please, just, look up."

Slowly, hesitantly, I picked my head up, trying to cover up my chest, but doing a poor job. To my surprise, his eyes held no judgment, only caring and anger.

"Gibbs, that's what he wants. Just go to the bullpen, turn the cameras on, and it'll be like you're right here," I told him softly, shaking my hair out of my eyes.

I looked at the man, willing him to make both of them go, "Please, if you have any feelings left in you, please don't let my boss see me like this."

He looked at me, and I thought I saw a glimmer of humanity in the man's features. The crazy look of revenge that he had previously worn had now disappeared and was replaced with uncertainty.

"Take them up in the elevator, then come back down and shut the elevator off. Jam the doors to the stairs, shut off all the exits after you bring them up," his voice was softer now, caring, almost.

The men that had their guns trained on the Director Gibbs instantly nodded and practically dragged Gibbs into the elevator.

"Kate!" He roared in fury.

I shook my head slowly, and turned away from him. I couldn't look at him anymore; not now, not like this.

Gibbs POV

"Kate!" I roared, struggling against the two men dragging me further and further away from her. They pushed both of us in the elevator roughly, and stood in front of the doors as they closed.

I saw her shake her head and then turn away, breaking my heart.

I tried to shove past them, but it was like trying to get through a brick wall; impossible.

Once the elevator doors opened again, it was in the dimly light bullpen. They pushed us out, instantly jamming the doors together.

"Dammit!" I yelled, turning around and punching the silver doors, leaving a good sized dent in it's place.

"Hey! Boss! We thought they would never let you out!" McGee called, jogging over to us, the video camera's in the basement already on.

"Kate's down there, McGee, we have to get to her before the bastard kills her!" I yelled at the young agent, pushing past them and standing in front of the plasma. Tony was already in front of the screen, arms crossed, brows knit together.

You could practically see the steam and the anger simmering out of him. I watched as his jaw muscles worked and his fingers flexed, open and closed.

"Boss, we have to get her out of there, I can't watch this for much longer without breaking the screen in half," the young Italian hissed.

I nodded, watching as the man pulled her head up, "McGee, turn on the sound, it'll help with figuring this nut job out."

I heard a click and then her screaming. I froze in shock and horror, her screams filling my ears and making me feel as if I were drowning. I couldn't breath, everything seemed to go dark all at once. I knew that her screams would be echoing my nightmares until she was safe in my arms and wanted to kill the man responsible.

He was hurting her; stripping her naked and forcefully entering her, I saw the tears that had been in her eyes flowing down her cheeks and the pain that she had hidden before spill out.

He looked up at the camera, smiling, "The sad part is that she didn't deserve all this, you do. Look at how much pain you're causing her, hear her screaming? Well you're making her scream, hear her-"

I couldn't take it anymore and flipped the sound off before he could continue and sat back down at my desk, rubbing a hand over my face.

I felt the eyes of my team and the Director bore into me and looked up, taking charge once again.

"McGee, any other way into the basement other then the stairs and the elevator?" I asked, standing back up.

The younger agent's eyes widened, "Um, not really boss, but I can get a plan of the building for you and we can go over it again."

I nodded, "Tony, do we know who this guy is?"

He nodded, "Yeah, he used to be Corporal Walters, recognize the name, boss?"

I sighed, and nodded, "Yeah, but his brother in jail for double homicide, guess he never really got over it."

"I want a full profile on him, tell me where the hell he's been, what you think he might do, get inside his head," I barked out, my voice harsh and clipped.

I turned to the Director, "You stay here, I don't want you going missing too."

She nodded and sat down at Kate's desk.

"Not there," I told her immediately.

She looked at me, shocked, "Jethro, it's-"

"Pick a different desk, Director," I told her, my voice showing that I wasn't about to elaborate any further.

I looked back up into the screen to her fear filled face and sighed, this was going to be a long night. I knew that I wouldn't get her face out of my head for weeks.

"We'll get you back, Katie, and once we do, I will personally put a bullet in his head."