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"McGee!" Gibbs yelled into his phone. "Update."
"I couldn't get a location, boss. Their phones were off and the GPS has been disabled," McGee said in one big rush.
Gibbs tightened his grip on his phone, not saying anything.
"Boss?" McGee ventured nervously.
"What?" Gibbs snapped.
McGee wondered fleetingly if it was a good idea to ask questions. "Why would they disable the GPS chips on their phones?"
"They wouldn't," Gibbs said shortly. "I need you to look into Peter Darryl. Get any information you can on him."
"Okay, Boss, but why-" McGee started to say, before he heard a familiar beeping in his ear.
Gibbs had hung up on him.
"Ah, you're awake," the voice said mercilessly. "Welcome to hell."
Ziva shrugged. "I do not believe in hell," she said simply, stretching out carelessly.
Tony just rolled his eyes and turned to the armed man in the doorway. "You will have to excuse her. She has yet to learn when to keep her mouth shut."
"I could if it was necessary," she replied easily.
"Right…" Tony scoffed, "because it isn't necessary when we are at the mercy of an armed psycho!" he said sarcastically.
Ziva was about to retort when a sharp "Hey!" cut her off.
Tony and Ziva both turned to the man in the doorway.
"Yes?"
The man shook his head and pointed his gun at Ziva. "Shut up!" he growled.
Ziva looked at the man pityingly. "That was rude."
"Ziva," Tony hissed, "will you shut up?"
"Oh, like you can talk!" Ziva scoffed. "Movie quote this, hot date that… Did it ever occur to you that no one cares?"
"Is it really the time to bring that up?"
"Why not?"
"Um, I don't know," Tony muttered, jerking his thumb in the direction of the guy in the doorway. "Maybe because he has a gun aimed at your head."
Ziva rolled her eyes. "You are a bit slow today, Tony. I realised that a while ago."
Tony threw his hands up in frustration "Do you have a death wish or something?"
Ziva's shrugged carelessly. "Let's stick with 'or something.'"
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
The guy in the doorway chose that time to interrupt. "You two are just like bloody kids," he said, somewhat incredulously. Then his expression changed. "I hate kids. He threw a pair of handcuffs to Ziva. "Cuff yourself to him."
Tony grinned suggestively, having seemingly forgotten the previous conversation. "Ooh goodie. Maybe this'll be fun."
Ziva just smiled bitterly and fastened the cuffs entirely too tight around Tony's wrist. "I wouldn't bet on it."
Tony winced but didn't say anything.
"Now," the guy said. "Stay here until I get back," then he stepped out of the room.
The sound of a deadbolt locking into place echoed in the confines of their temporary prison.
Tony was the first to speak. "Where the hell does he expect up to go? Seriously!"
Ziva just sighed.
Tony kept taking. "Hey you gonna get out of these things?" he asked, tugging on the cuffs, before immediately regretting the action.
Ziva sighed again. "Can't. I don't have anything on me to pick them with. Besides," she tugged on the chain to get a better look, ignoring Tony's scowl. "I am not familiar with this lock. If I had to bet I would say it is not available in the country. Maybe Asia."
Tony grinned. "Guess you're stuck with me then."
Ziva pulled on the chain again, satisfied at his shout of, "Hey, quit it!"
Tony lowered his voice to a whisper. "Ha," he muttered, as if trying to wind her up.
Ziva sighed. Again.
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