"'How do you know?" Abby asked in a whispered tone, "What if they come in now and kill us?"

"They're not," He answered plainly.

"We need to look out. Put me on your shoulders again."

"There's no reason to, there's nothing out there."

"You don't know that," Abby replied, "Come on, lift me."

Tim sighed, but bent over. She climbed onto his shoulders and he yelled.

She immediately got off, "What? What happened?"

He held onto his shoulder, "It… It just hurts a little bit still."

"You said that your shoulder was fine."

"It is."

She put her hands on her hips, "You don't yell and grab your shoulder when it's fine, Tim."

"Well, it's still sore. I just knocked it less than two minutes ago. It'll be fine, in a little bit."

Abby began to pace, "Okay, so we can't look out right now… Maybe they'll open the doors and tell us what's going on. I mean, that may be worse, but really, how could it get worse than this?"

"They're not going to open the doors," Tim replied calmly.

She stopped and stared at him, "Okay, how do you know? You've told me, a few times now, about things that they're not gonna do."

Tim shrugged, "Just guessing."

She shook her head, "No, no, what I'm doing, is guessing. What you're doing, is stating apparent facts. How do you-"

Something suddenly slid across the only opening in the truck, making it pitch black inside. Abby jumped and screamed, "What was that?"

Tim took a deep breath. He couldn't lie to her, "That's them… shutting out our oxygen supply."

"What?" She yelled, turning towards the sound of his voice. "No, no, no, no, no! They can't do that! They-"

"Abby! Stop!.." Tim walked over to her… well, where he figured she'd be. He reached out and touched her arm. She gasped.

"It's just me," He said, "You need to sit down, and take calm, regular breaths."

"I… I can't."

"Yes, you can. We both will. Let's go over to the side and sit down."

He put his arm around her and walked with her to the side of the truck, holding his other arm out so they wouldn't ram right into the wall. When they reached the side, they turned and sat down, their backs against the wall.

"Remember, calm and regular breaths."

She nodded, "Okay."

"If I tell you how I know what I know, will you stay calm?"

"Y… Yes."

He wasn't sure if he believed her, but he couldn't hide the truth from her. That would be wrong. She needed to know what may possibly lie ahead.

"Do you remember the case we're working on? The one where you ran the tests and got two different results?"

"Mhm."

"Well, the men who died… They were all found in the back of semi's at secluded areas. They had been drugged, thrown into the semi, driven to another location, then left… to die."

"Oh my God, I forgot!" Abby replied, beginning to panic as tears fell down her face, "Oh my God!"

Tim turned and looked at her. He could see a her a little bit now as his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, "Abby, stop. You said you wouldn't panic."

"I- I'm sorry."

"The only thing panicking will do is make you breath harder, which makes the oxygen-"

"I know what it does, Tim."

Tim could tell she was crying. He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her head to where they were staring at one another, "They will find us, Abby. Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, all of them. They won't stop looking until they find us."

She wrapped her arms around him, placing her head on his chest, "I'm scared, Timmy," She said as she cried.

"I know, Abbs. I know."

Tony quickly hung up his phone and stood up, "Got a location on Tim's car. It's outside of a restaurant on third street. Manager said he saw the bolo on the news and knew this was the car. It's been in the same spot since last night. Looks like the autopsy gremlin heard right."

Gibbs was already standing, getting his gun, badge and ID out of his desk, "Let's go!"

He didn't have to say it twice, Tony and Ziva were already ready to go.

"There is his car," Ziva said as they neared the restaurant. Gibbs slammed on his break, then parked. They all got out of the car and walked to Tim's Porsche.

Gibbs looked around, "Two security cameras, that I can see," He said, pointing to them both.

"I will make sure to get the video from them," Ziva replied.

Gibbs nodded.

They reached the car and Tony peeked inside, "I see Tim's keys, but the door is locked."

"Not anymore," Gibbs said as he opened the driver side door.

Tony looked shocked, "Wow, Boss! That's gotta be a new record-"

"Shut up, Tony."

"Yes, Boss."

Gibbs got Tim's keys from the driver seat, and Ziva pulled something out from underneath the passenger seat. She unwrapped it, "Abby's jacket." She felt inside the pockets and found her house key.

Tony looked down where something had fallen out of Abby's jacket and onto the gound. It was a piece of paper.

Tony picked it up and read, "Uh, Boss?"

"Yeah?"

"This isn't good."

"Well, what is it?"

"It's a note."

Gibbs rolled his eyes, "No duh, DiNozzo, what does it say?"

"It says, 'You should have found the others sooner. Maybe, if it's some of your own, you'll work faster. Hope you find them quicker than you found the others…'" His voice trailed off.

"Is there more?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah."

"What?"

Tony paused for a moment, then continued, "'They have about forty-eight hours until they die. Find them after that amount of time, and all you'll see and smell are your precious team members corpses. Good luck.'"

Tony looked up at Gibbs and Ziva. They all stood there, speechless.

I tried to add this chapter last night, but the website wouldn't work for me! BLERG! Anyway, here it is now. Enjoy!

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