Chapter 7

A/N: Is there anything you guys want to see? I'm not sure if you guys like it our not, but if you have anything, please comment. I'm so sorry for some words being auto corrected, and I didn't realize until it was too late, sorry!

At James Miller's house 20 minutes later... NCIS and their Special Task Force arrived. "If needed, backup is on the way." said Tony. He nodded to the Lt. "The United States Naval Criminal Investigative Service! If you are in the house right now, come outside with your hands on top of your head where we can see them!" shouted Ziva.

No response came from the house.

The NCIS team nodded, and they kicked the door open. The Special Response team waited outside patiently for the signal.

The team searched every single room, but found no evidence of a body ever being there, as well as no evidence of blood.

"I can't believe there's no evidence of a blood stain!" muttered Ziva furiously. "Abby deduced that this man was our killer, yet there is no blood to be found. Or any other fingerprints!"

Tony sighed as he bagged the house phone as evidence to send to Abby, "But maybe there are secret places here." he said excitedly, "You know, in the movie."

Tim rolled his eyes. "If you make another movie reference I will slap you." he muttered, glaring at Tony. Ziva looked at a door next to the kitchen. "Tony? McGee?" she asked, drawing her gun. "Secret door. It's locked. Provide back-up for me." she ordered, using her Mossad skilsl to pick the lock open. She nodded, and started heading down the stairs slowly.

CLICK. CLACK. The lights turned on, and Ziva gasped. "Tony! McGee!" she signaled, and they came down into what looked like a basement. A bed was in the corner of the room, and there were blood stains all over the concrete floor.
"Someone has been staying here." she noted.

"And they appear to be a murdering duo." said Tony, wrinkling his face at the smell of the blood.

"You think?" asked McGee sarcastically.


"Miller?" screeched Gibbs, "Miller? The Probie? Abs, you mean he's the guy that took Kate?"

Abby was on the phone with Gibbs, who was at the Indiana NCIS office, waiting for confirmation that he could abort mission and head back to DC to conduct the search for Kate with Tony, Ziva and Tim.

"Okay, so security and partial prints. But wasn't Miller with you guys during Kate's kidnap period?" he said, remembering when he spoke to McGee and Miller overhearing.

"Oh he had a partner? And they what? That much blood?" he said, his eyebrows raising. "No Abby I don't need your talk about how much blood women lose every month due to menstruation. I'm good on that, Abs."

"Okay. Keep digging." he instructed, shutting his phone off.

"Are they about to interrogate Miller?" asked Elliot, sipping his strawberry milkshake while reading over the case file for Kate. "It says here that you guys both did an undercover mission where you and Kate were married and had a child." pointed out Elliot, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Lindsey rolled her eyes. "Ell. No. Don't pressure Agent Gibbs into telling you anything. Kate and him are his buisness. Not ours. Now will you please finish reading so I can hand it up to McKane who can update the other offices on the East Coast."

Elliot smirked. "Fine." he said, but handed Gibbs a folded up piece of paper that read, "When you get her back, hug her and tell her. Life is too short, Gibbs."

Gibbs sighed, and nodded. "Maybe." he whispered. "Just maybe."

He popped the computer open and started looking over the traffic cameras, trying to scan for the black SUV Kate was last sighted in. But they were probably in a different car now, knowing for a fact that serial killers changed vehicles every so often after their kidnappings.

But which genius would attempt to kidnap an NCIS Agent in broad daylight?

He needed to clear his head.

"I'm going for a walk." he muttered, and nodded to Lindsey one last time before he left the office.

Walking out of the base, he started walking towards downtown, looking for a quick bite to eat.

He felt something tug at his waist and he spun around to find someone punch his face.

He was knocked out.


James Miller sat in interrogation and waited. "You're sure?" asked Director Shepard, with a hint of surprise. "Mr. Miller doesn't seem like the type to commit murder. If we're going to convict him, we better have an iron-clad tight reason. SecNav doesn't like it when NCIS accuses their own for murder, only to find out they are innocent." she said, starring at Miller.

Tim nodded. "Oh yes Director Shepard, we're sure he has involvement. Oh, the show is starting."

Tony and Ziva stormed into Interrogation with 9 files and a whole lot of anger. "Okay." said James, "I want a lawyer, first." he said, rolling his eyes. "I didn't commit none of these murders okay? I was always with you bunch. I didn't commit nothing."

Ziva snorted. "I have 9 bodies in Autopsy that say otherwise, as well as blood stains, and photographic evidence from your house tying you to the murder, as well as security tapes from the abduction of one Special Agent Caitlin Todd. Fingerprints from Gibbs also indicate a 90 percent chance of you being our suspect. And right now, it's not looking very good for you." she said, smirking.

Miller rolled his eyes. "I didn't do none of that, okay! I rented out my basement." he admitted. Tony nodded. "To who." he replied sharply.

Miller sighed. "I won't say until I get a lawyer and a deal saying I don't go to jail." he hissed.

Ziva snorted. "You are in no position to negotiate. And you will end up serving time anyways, so I think you should start talking."

Miller shook his head. "Nope." he said, smiling at the duo.

Tony banged the table loudly, and glared at Miller. "One of my team mates is out there, kidnapped, and you were part of it. I highly suggest you start telling me names, or I will have you on death row!" he shouted.

Miller sighed. "Okay fine whatever." he leaned in and whispered the name to Ziva.

Ziva nodded. "That is why." she replied sharply.

They exited the room, and left into the hallway.


Gibbs groaned as he woke up, and saw that he wasn't anywhere familiar. "What." he muttered, sleepily.

"Hey Gibbs." whispered Kate. Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief. "Kate. You're alive, thank the Lord." he said, groaning.

"What happened?" he asked, wincing in pain from the chains bound tightly on his arms and legs. "It was Miller's brother." hissed Kate.
"Mason Miller. They are identical twins." she muttered, "That's why. Miller probably deleted everything about him. Miller must of known."

Gibbs sighed. "You aren't hurt though, right?" he asked. Kate sighed. "I am. But I'm fine." she protested, groaning as she attempted to shuffle herself from the chains still bound tightly.

"If we get the chance to escape Katie, go. I don't care. Save yourself." he instructed. Kate snorted. "As if. I'm not going anywhere without you Gibbs. I am defying a direct order. I ain't leaving without Leroy Jethro Gibbs with me."

Gibbs sighed. "Will you stop being a hero for once, Kate? I need you to go to NCIS for me. You guys need to catch him. Go if you get the chance Katie."

"Awwww, Katie." said Mason Miller, walking down the staircase from the basement that they were currently locked up in. "Dear Caitlin, you were not kidding when you said you were dating Gibbs."

Gibbs shot Kate a look of amusement. "Really" he mouthed, smirking slightly, but wincing at the pain even from the slightest movements.

"So, my children, I'm going to tell you both a lovely story. Beware, Katie, it has adult content."

Kate snarled at Miller, "Only Gibbs is allowed to call me that you bas*ard." she hissed. "Now do, start talking, I want a story before I go to sleep." she growled through the skin of her teeth.

Miller smiled. "You've got lots of passion, Caitlin, and per your request I'll tell the story."

Gibbs sighed, and rolled his eyes in exasperation, but felt the pain from his joints and the massive headache coming over him.

Mason grinned. "So it all started when I was in the United States Navy. Was doing amazing. Then some stupid sailor died from a meth overdose and somehow my fingerprints were ALL over the bed. So naturally, I was suspected of murdering the poor sailor and having drugs in my possession. Well guess what, that wasn't me."

Gibbs snorted as he remembered Mike Franks talking about that particular case so many years ago. "Yes, Gibbs I know it was only 8 years ago, but still." he added.

Weren't you convicted? thought Gibbs, I literally thought you would be in jail right now, what.

"So my wife, Sarah and my children Annalise, George and Theodore. Sarah filed for divorce and she left me. I haven't seen my sweet children since they were babies. I got mad, you see." said Miller, sipping his bottle of bourbon.

Gibbs sighed. He really wanted some bourbon, a boat and a basement right now. His beautiful, precious boats and some nice wood. That would be perfect.

"So I have been plotting my revenge for the past 7 years. Slowly, finding people that had sort of no meaning in this world... so I could have my revenge on the Navy for ruining my life, and the Marine Corps for representing NCIS for the investigation. And I got you two, so it's a WIN WIN for all!" Mason chuckled.

Kate glared at Miller, and nodded to Gibbs.

Miller rolled his eyes. "I can still see you, ya know, Miss Todd. I'm holding you both captive in a basement, and right now, I can see you both."

"Anyways, back to my story. I had James become an NCIS Agent, and he was my backup. Identical twins, similar DNA and fingerprints, and if he was ever convicted, I could strike again and then he would be released. It's cute how Abigail hasn't deducted that my dear brother has a twin. Oh right, I had James wipe my file and block it from all systems. That's why!"

Gibbs coughed into his fist. What. Serial killers were seriously pycho.

Kate snarled at Miller, "And you think that's going to work? And I suppose dear JAMES told you about us being undercover?" she shouted, full of rage and fury.

"Ah yes. You see, he told me everything. Where you lived, who you were, everything you could imagine on an undercover mission, and I must say, you both weren't very good. I still found both of you. Top Agents of NCIS my a*s."

Kate growled. "You weren't supposed to know anything. This wasn't supposed to happen" she snarled.

"But it did." said Mason, smirking.


Back at the Indiana NCIS office, Lindsey and Elliot were searching for Gibbs.

"McKane, he's gone. Vanished. Went on a walk to Downtown about an hour ago and he hasn't come back." said Lindsey through her cell phone.

"Running his cell number and security videos now!" yelled Harps.

Elliot sighed. "I'll pull up NCIS security tapes and check for anything. I'll also pull up anything else. Lindsey? Can you take McKane to the downtown area? Ask around. Take his picture." instructed Elliot, handing them 2 pictures of Gibbs; One from his NCIS file and another from the "visiting center" free picture booth that every visitor was required to take."

Lindsey nodded and snatched her handgun from her drawer, as well as her favorite pocket knife. "Slay." muttered Harps.

"Be safe." said Elliot, kissing Lindsey on the cheek.

"Don't I get a kiss?" joked McKane, laughing slightly. Elliot smirked. "Don't count on it."

Lindsey rolled her eyes in amusement.

Near the downtown area that Gibbs was sighted, it was like no one had known where he had gone. "Ye. I saw him for a 'ew seconds and 'dan he disappeared." said one man.

"He was pulled into an alleyway." noted another woman. "No he went into a restaurant." said her friend.

Clearly, no one had truly known where Gibbs had gone or disappeared. "Nada." muttered Lindsey furiously. "Absolutely nothing concerning Special Agent Gibbs."

McKane shrugged. "While we're here, let's get a cup of coffee." he suggested. Lindsey nodded. "Sure."

As they walked to the nearest coffee shop, Lindsey heard cat-calling from various men around and near the street.

"Again?" she muttered. She really didn't appreciate people describing her looks. She was pretty average. 5'5, 135 pounds, some muscle, greenish-blueish eyes, blonde hair. Nothing much. She was just wearing blue skinny jeans, some black combat boots, a bulletproof vest and her usual baggy sweater.

"Hello beautiful." said a guy, grabbing her arm. "Let go of me." she hissed. He pinned her against the cold, brick wall and smiled. "Why don't you come back with me... doll." he whispered into her ear.

Lindsey smirked. "How about no." she said, punching him in the face and flipping him over her shoulder. "Problem solved." she said, dusting off her fingers.

She bent over and shoved the picture of Gibbs into his hands. "Have you seen this man? NCIS is asking." she drilled, glaring at him steadily, her hand close to her knife.

The man nodded. "Yeah I do! He asked for instructions... to the coffee shop ExCell. Uh, his name was Jibbs or Gorbes or something."

McKane snorted. "Thank you for your help." he said in a monotone voice.

Lindsey nodded. "ExCell is that way." she said.


"What do you mean Special Agent Gibbs is missing?" shouted Ziva. "Gone? Well you better hope you find him, or I swear I will-"

"HELP you!" added Tony. "Thank you Agent Harps." he said, clicking off the phone.

"Ziva, you can't do that. You can't threaten to murder more people, darling. Right now, focus on tracking Kate and Gibbs. Okay?" he asked. "If you don't, I take away knife privaliges for a week." he said sternly.

McGee snorted. "When you two lovebirds are done, I have something." he said, typing some random words on his computer.

"Gibbs was last sighted at this coffee shop, ExCell at 5:22 pm. He left the shop at around 5:30, and made his way onto Main, where he went into an alleyway and didn't come back. All we know is that Special Agents Kim and McKane found tire tracks and multiple witnesses saying a black compact car drove off. Tinted windows, and the traffic cameras were down. Nothing else."

Tony nodded. "Good work, Probie Brobie."

"That's a new one." muttered Ziva sarcastically. Abby ran up to the bullpen, shouting. "Where's Gibbs? Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!" she shouted.

Ziva winced at the abnormal amount of sound that Abby made. "Gibbs has been kidnapped." she said calmly. Abby flopped on the floor, tears starting to fall again.

McGee winced. He didn't know how to deal with crying women, or frankly, with women at all. Especially the ones that got angry easily.

A middle-aged man in a nice, gray buisness suit came up and into the bullpen, and nodded at Tony, Ziva and McGee respectively.

"Miss Scuito." he said, "I am Vincent Anderson, from The Naval Criminal Investigative Service Branch of Employee's and Workers. Following 3 complaints in the past week, I am here to tell you that your outifts does not comply with the Navy Yard Code of Dress and Conduct. On accounts of skirts above the knee, tattoos's showing, and a low-cut shirt, you need to go home and change into something more modest." he said, looking at his clip board and reading whatever the complaints were.

Abby looked up, her eyes full of anger. "My co-workers are out there dying, and you want to tell me about my outfit?" she screeched. Vincent shrugged. "Rules are rules, Ms Scuito. I am afraid I will have to escort you out of the building and-"

Abby huffed. "Fine." she snarled, stroming out there.

"What." said Tony. "NCIS in a nutshell: Drama, Sadness and a whole lot of death."

"Amen to that." muttered Tim.


Back in the basement, Gibbs was struggling to stay awake. "But now's the fun part." teased Mason, grabbing Kate by the hair. He pulled out a knife and held it to Kate's throat. "Any last words you want to say to Gibbs, Caitlin darling?"

Kate winced in pain. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time, J."

Mason smiled. "Anything, Gibbs?"

Gibbs sighed in intense agony. "I love you." he whispered.

As Mason prepared to slash Kate's throat, Gibbs slowly untied the knots around his hands, grabbed a bobby pin and picked the lock on his chains. He was loose. He walked slowly, crawling, and punctured Mason in the leg. He dropped the knife and Gibbs tossed the bobby pin to Kate. Mason rolled around on the floor in discomfort and Gibbs stabbed him in the leg.

Kate winced as Gibbs hoisted her up into his arms, and he pick-pocketed the gun from Mason.

He dragged himself up the stairs slowly, and moaned. "You okay Kate?" he asked. Kate nodded slowly, trying not to make the pain worse.

He picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1. "Help. Escaped from murder." he said dryly, and collapsed in front of the house.


"Oh. Yes. I am. Tobias Fornell. That's me." said Fornell, who was sitting in the NCIS Conference room along with Special Agents Chimes and Monroe. The secretary nodded, and led Tony and Ziva into the room.

"Is it true?" asked Fornell, "Did Gibbs and Agent Todd really get kidnapped?"

Ziva nodded. "I am afraid so. Gibbs is in poor condition, and you are listed in his emergency contact, and in case of coma and death, you will be responsible for everything." she said. "Agent Todd was induced into a medical coma due to extensive trauma, internal bleeding and a repeated amount of rape. It is unknown if Special Agents Todd and Gibbs will survive. Doctor Rachel Cranston has been listed and will arrive shortly."

Tony and Ziva sighed. 2 hours ago, they recievied a call from the office in Indiana, and said that Gibbs and Kate had escaped, and Mason Miller was still alive. He lived and suffered a single puncture wound to the leg.

But... "Gibbs." whispered Tony silently.