Gibbs exited the elevator and angrily walked to his desk. He had just come from speaking with Trevor.

Tony glanced at Ziva before speaking, "How'd it go?"

Gibbs glared at him, "How do you think it went?"

"That bad?"

"All he told me was that he made it so the camera and microphone run on a watch battery."

Tony sighed, "He wanted to make sure the battery didn't run out no matter what."

"Yeah, I figured that out already… Who talked to Tim?"

"Abby and I did," Ziva replied, "Tony continued working up here while we talked in the lab."

"How was he?"

"Not good. His hands were bleeding from hitting the top of the box. He tried to hide it from us, but we saw it when he took a sip of water... Which Abby made him do. He is still trying to be strong."

Things were quiet for a moment.

"Have you gotten anything?" Gibbs asked.

Tony shook his head, "Nothin', Boss."

Gibbs took a deep breath, "I hate sittin' around," He got up from his desk and left out of the bullpen.

Ducky and Jimmy were busy preforming an autopsy when Gibbs came in.

Both Jimmy and Ducky looked back to see who was there. When they saw it was Gibbs, Jimmy turned to Ducky, "I think it's time for my break, Dr. Mallard. I will be with Abby."

Ducky nodded, "I will contact you when your break is over."

"Yes, doctor."

Jimmy walked passed Gibbs and left the room.

Ducky removed the gloves from his hands and walked over to Gibbs, "You are here about Timothy, no doubt."

"He can't last two weeks down there, Duck."

"No, probably not."

"We're you updated on everything?"

"I heard through the grapevine, yes."

"Abby?"

Ducky smiled, "That would be correct."

"Trevor wants McGee to kill himself."

The smile quickly faded from Ducky's face, "Yes, I heard about the knife… although Abigail did not mention Timothy committing suicide."

"Do you think he would?"

"Jethro, I am surprised to hear you ask such a question."

Gibbs sighed, "Yeah, me too. But, I need to know."

Ducky thought for a moment, "I am afraid I cannot answer that. Under normal circumstances, not a chance, but… For right now, I do not think so, but more time passing by equals more time to think. Too much thinking is not always a good thing, Jethro."

"What do you mean?"

"As more time goes by, he's going to believe less and less that he will ever be rescued. He's not going to be resting, receiving the proper nutrition, the correct amount of water, and sooner or later he will have to go to the restroom. He will most likely become delirious, dehydrated, and humiliated. I know he was given some water, but that's just enough to keep him living, not to keep his sanity. All of that mixed together does not sit well with me, Jethro. I also hear that he is trying to be strong. We all know that when a person hides their feelings for too long all that comes from it is an explosion of how they truly feel."

"So, you are saying that he probably will kill himself."

Ducky sighed, "No, I already said I cannot answer that question. What I am saying is that you need to try and find him… the quicker the better."

Gibbs nodded. He turned around and began to leave.

"Jethro!"

"Yeah, Duck?"

"The next time the feed begins, I would like to be there. If I can speak with him then I may be able to tell you more about his current state of mind."

"I'll call you when it's time."

"Thank you."

This time, when the video feed came back on, it was just Ducky and Tim… in the lab at least. The rest of the team were in the bullpen, watching quietly. Abby had turned off their microphone so none of them could be heard if they made a noise. But, they could still hear Tim… And every moment of it broke their hearts.

"Hello, Timothy," Ducky said as the feed started.

"Ducky, hi. Who else is with you?"

"It's just me, my lad."

Tim smiled, "Wanting to s- see if I'm crazy yet?"

"Just wanting to talk. How are you feeling?"

"Are… Are you sure no one else is there?"

"Yes, I am sure."

Tim sighed, "My legs keep cramping. I can't hardly move them at all."

"Anything else?"

Tim moved his hands near his chest, "This hurts," He said as he showed Ducky where he had rubbed his skin raw. Blood was dripping onto his shirt.

"How did that happen, Timothy?"

"Every time the v- video goes off I… I bang on the top of the box, hoping someone will hear me."

"You shouldn't do that, Timothy. Your hands could become infected."

"How- How long have I been down here, Ducky?" Tim asked, not paying attention to what the doctor had just said.

"In total, I am not sure. Awake, four hours."

Tears filled in Tim's exhausted eyes, "Four? It feels like it's been a- a lot longer than that."

"I am sure it does."

"Ducky?"

"Yes, Timothy?"

"I- I can't handle this much longer… I'm gonna go insane."

"You are going to be fine. When you were in Africa, rescuing Ziva, you and Tony were held captive for much longer than you have been in there, and you were just fine."

"I wasn't buried underground in a box, Ducky!" Tim yelled suddenly, "We had a plan! We were supposed to be captured! This wasn't planned!" Tim began jerking all around, hitting the top and sides of the box as he screamed, "I want out of here! Get me out!"

"Timothy!" Ducky yelled, trying to be louder than Tim, "Timothy!"

"Just get me out! Somebody hear me!"

"Timothy, stop it!"

Tim hit the box a couple of more times before stopping. His bottom lip began to quiver. He put his hands over his face and started to cry, "I can't…Please… I can't… I can't," He kept repeating over and over.

The bullpen was silent. A single tear fell down Abby's face. Tony stood beside Ziva with his mouth open slightly, in shock over the blowup that seemed to come from nowhere. Ziva blinked repeatedly, trying to make the tears that were stinging her eyes go away. Gibbs stared at the screen, watching his agent fall apart as Trevor's words went through his mind, '…You can stare at the screen as he slices that knife across his throat and there's nothing you can do to stop it.'

"G- Gibbs." That's all Abby could get out once she finally found her voice.

Gibbs walked up to her and put his arm around her.

Again, it was silent. It remained that way until the time ran out and the screen went blank. The last image they all saw was Tim's face, covered with tears, still crying hysterically.

Abby took deep breaths, trying to hold back the panic attack she was wanting to have, "T- This isn't good, Gibbs."

"Yeah, I know."

"Boss…" Tony didn't even know what to say.

"We better get back to work," Ziva said as she turned around and walked to her desk.

Tony nodded, "Yeah."

"Abbs," Gibbs began, "Go down to cyber-crimes and see how Derek is doing."

"But… But what about-"

"Right now, the best thing you can do for Tim is go down and see how it's going down there. It saves me from having to do it, and I can continue working on finding him from up here."

Abby nodded, "O- Okay." She began to walk off.

"But Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't harass him."

As Abby walked off, Ducky walked into the squadroom, "Jethro, we need to talk in your office, now. It's about Tim and it's urgent."

So, it's Tuesday... But, it's a Tuesday without NCIS... Not even a promo to get me through the next week. This. Is. Depressing. Tuesday's should just not exist if NCIS isn't going to be on. UGH! I guess my mother and I will just have to watch Criminal Minds to get me through. I mean, I love Criminal Minds... but it's no NCIS.

On another note, I really don't know how to say how much I appreciate all of your reviews. If I were Charlie Sheen I would say that you all have tiger blood... But, I'm not Charlie Sheen (I'm actually just watching him on E! News which is why I even mentioned him). By the way, is saying you have tiger blood a good thing? I'm not really following the whole Sheen problems... There are just too many!

Well, seeing that I got completely off subject, I'll get back on. I hope this chapter will get you through your NCISless Tuesday... Although it may do nothing but depress you further. For that, I am sorry. Otherwise, enjoy and please review ;D