That last chapter was crap. Let's see if I can make it up.

Gibbs POV

I felt my body being bounced around in a truck and winced, I seemed to feel every rock that we went over. How did I get here? I wondered, still unable to open my eyes.

I tried to touch my face, but my hands were bound behind me. Suddenly, as if cold water were being poured over my face, I remembered.

I got vague clips of last night, being hit on the back of the head and falling to my knees. I remembered waking up to the feel of white hot pain as a knife slowly and deliberately dug its way into my arm and left a bleeding trail in its path.

I tried to sit up but felt my body argue and fell back down onto my side, wincing slightly. I forced my eyes open to see a mass of black in front of me. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the light, my heart pounding in my chest.

What if they had Katie? I wondered, and froze.

"Kate?" I called out quietly, no answer.

"Kate!" I called out louder, and heard a groan beside me. Immediately, I leaned down close enough so that I was able to identify a mass of chocolate brown hair filled with light red streaks. She was unconscious.

I turned around and brought both of my hands to her neck to feel for a pulse and to my relief, found a slow but steady on.

First things first, I thought, get the hell out of these cuffs.

Kate POV

I looked at the blood one more time and felt my stomach rebel and turn in summersaults. This is his blood, I thought, suddenly feeling very cold despite the hot desert sun.

I have to find him, I thought over and over again, I have to find him.

I turned away from the blood and immediately slammed into a rock hard chest.

I was so stunned that I didn't react till the unknown man's arms were wrapped tight around me.

My training kicked in, I brought my foot up and kicked him straight in the stomach, and heard him grunt. I pushed myself away from him and ran, pumping my legs hard and fast.

I heard heavy breathing behind me and pushed myself harder, trying desperately to numb out the fear that was slowly and steadily growing inside me. I felt the wind whip around me and felt sand fly in my face, making me start coughing.

"Come here, little girl," he growled, the accent's Arabic, I thought, before I felt a stinging pain radiating from my leg.

I couldn't keep this up much longer, I thought silently, just as I felt those arms encircle my waist and lift me up.

"Let me go!" I roared, knowing that it was no use. I tried to kick him again, and suddenly felt something cold and hard against my back.

"If you relax, this will hurt less," he laughed, and pulled the trigger.

I froze in fear, and tried to move, but realized that I couldn't even blink. I tried to kick him as he threw me on the ground and knelt down beside me, an infuriating smirk on his face.

He laughed, a cold bark, "You are very pretty, he will be happy that I found you early."

I tried to lift myself off the ground and run, but realized once again that my body was numb and wouldn't move an inch.

He picked up a baseball bat beside him and my breath caught in my throat as the bat began its descent down. I tried to shut my eyes as the medal rod came closer and closer to my face. I wanted so desperately to close my eyes and curl up, I struggled against the invisible bonds that held me in place, until, everything was black.

"Kate!"

I smiled, relishing what seemed to be a dream. I heard his voice again, one I didn't think that I would ever hear. He sounded so worried though, I frowned, my smile disappearing as quickly as it had appeared, what was wrong?
I tried to ask him, but couldn't move my lips. I couldn't even open my eyes.

"Kate!" I thought I heard him call again, and wanted to reach out to him, but it was pitch black. I couldn't see anything around me, and his voice was fading.

Suddenly, I felt a hand brush my shoulder and forced my eyes open. It was still pitch dark, I looked down to see that the floor was medal, no chance getting out through there.

"Gibbs?" I called, uncertain if he were here.

"Kate?" I heard him answer, I heard him moving towards me and leaned back against the medal compartment's walls. My head felt like it was about to explode and the fact that the truck was bouncing uncontrollably didn't help.

Suddenly, I felt a warm body beside mind and smiled with relief, he was here, he's not dead.

"Kate, did they take you too?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I was looking for you and then a man just grabbed me. Are you ok, Gibbs?" I whispered, my throat sore from lack of water.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

I nodded and let my head fall onto his chest and snuggled close to him. I tried to put my arm around him, but discovered that I was cuffed.

"Dammit, they cuffed you too, didn't they?" I asked him and felt the truck lurch to a stop, making us fall onto our backs.

I swallowed against the lump in my throat as I heard car doors slam and heavy foot steps approaching the back of the truck.

I felt my body tense and I struggled into a sitting position just as the sound of medal grinding against medal pierced my ears and the bright afternoon sun temporarily blinded me. I heard voices talking in rapid Arabic while I felt their hands pulled me out of the truck. I struggled to see through the bright white light, but all I got was black spots blurring my vision.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds as the men dragged us away from the truck to god knows where.

I felt someone nudge me and opened my eyes again and was able to make out a pair of bright blue eyes.

He nodded at me, silently asking if I was alright and I nodded back. We were pushed into a wooden room with a single window on the roof and dust clouding the air.

As soon as we were shoved in, our captors closed the door. I shook myself off of the floor and looked at Gibbs, who was now standing and pacing back and forth, looking between me and the single window.

"Can you get up on my shoulders, Kate?" He asked quietly, so quietly that I barely heard him.

"What?" I wondered, completely confused.

"Get on my shoulders, I'll push you up and you can make a run for it," he said, his eyes were filled with loss of control, something that was totally new for him. He looked feverish, his skin was flushed red and he looked like he was ready to do anything to get out.

"Gibbs," I said calmly, "The ceiling is too high, we're going to be wasting energy if we try that."

He looked at me, no, glared at me, "We have to get out of here, Agent Todd, we can't just stay here and wait for them to hurt us!"

I looked at him, this time with fear. His voice was so sharp and full of anger that it made me want to shake but I kept myself in control.

I heard footsteps approaching the door and stood perfectly still against the walls of the small cramped room, my eyes glued to the door. The door burst open, sending in a few waves of sand and dust.

"You thought you could escape me, Agents?" he laughed, his voice heavily accent.

"We did," Gibbs said dryly.

I looked at the leader of the mob. He was dressed like an aristocrat, an expensive suit, hair slicked back, sunglasses on and to my surprise, a matching ascot.

"Well we caught you again, no problems. Now, enough chat; tell me, are your agents coming after you?"

I looked at Gibbs and he answered calmly, "No."

The man laughed, "So they don't even know that you're here?"

Gibbs nodded again, his expression completely blank.

"So I could kill you and no body would know until they find your bodies delivered all wrapped up."