A/N... I am so sorry for the wait. Once again I have had writers block like you wouldn't believe. My mocks have gone terribly but oh well. I should still get into College. :)

This chapter is written for super-em whom I promised almost 2 weeks ago that this chapter would be for her. Sorry xox


"I don't have time for this." Gibbs mumbled to himself, still clutching the cell phone that had once again died as he turned it on. He looked around the large, baby blue Autopsy room and back down to the landline phone sat on the table. As if on cue it flashed and erupted into life. A shrill ringing entered his ears as he all but flung himself at the phone, muffling the sound.

Checking around him one last time to ensure Blaise hadn't followed him, he lifted the phone to his ear.

"Gibbs."

"Oh, Agent Gibbs. I must have dialled the wrong number." The voice belonged to the director's assistant, Cynthia. "Sorry for wasting your time S-". Gibbs didn't even bother correcting her.

"Cynthia. Get the director, NOW!" The answer was short and to the point, as usual.

"Director Sheppard is bus-"

"I don't give a damn if she is busy. This is NOW!" He face started to turn a shade of reddish purple. He could hear the bustling of voices on the other side of the phone.

"Jethro, I could hear your voice in the next room."

"Jen, you need to get back to NCIS. There's a hostage situation." A sharp intake of breath came from the woman and the ordering of preparations for a car was shouted.

"Is anybody hurt?"

"…" Gibbs paused a moment before reporting, "Tony is. We need back-up a.s.a.p Jen!"

"We're on our way now. You're in Autopsy?" Her instincts never failed to surprise Gibbs.

"Yeah, but I have to go. This is going down now Jen."

"Jethro…wait-"The connection cut as the autopsy landline phone was put down.

Gibbs jumped up and began to search the different areas for anything he could use as a weapon. Luckily, a gun appeared as he pulled open the last drawer of the M.E's cabinet. He smirked as he found a full round of bullets stored in the gun, and made a mental note to thank Ducky for his intuition later on.


The pale face had changed from one of ghostly white to grassy green as soon as the message was heard. Ziva stepped on the accelerator, hearing the machine groan underneath her. 'Still have to get used to these stupid American cars'The cars scratched as it was flung around a corner, landing on the wrong side of the road.

"Ziva!"

The call went unanswered as she powered onwards towards the NCIS building. The message was clear to her that her team-mates were in trouble.

"Ziva… Stop!"

"NCIS has been taken hostage. I need to get there now," She flung the car once again around the corner and noticed the man beside her grab the safety bar on the car door.

"You'll need back-up!" He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut at the onslaught of power by the van. Ziva turned her head sharply to look at the man in his eyes and stated firmly;

"We are it and until you come to any better introductions, be quiet."

A small mumble came from the man.

"It's ideas."

"Huh?" She asked distractedly.

"It's ideas…not introductions."

Ziva simply glared.

"You will have to help me, Dominic. I need help to get my friends out."

"I'm just a probie, Ziva. I shouldn't even be here!"

"That is not the point." She cricked her neck, as if preparing for a fight. "The director put you with me to learn about negotiations." She said slowly, sounding like she was even trying to convince herself, "and you're lucky enough to have the practical experience." She smiled slightly at the end of the rallying speech, proud of what she had said.

"Even so, this isn't my job."

"It might be one day."

"I've not had my gun training yet."

"Well… this is it."

"I haven't even been put on a team yet!"

"Well this is experience!" It was silent for a few moments as Ziva continued to 'drive' the car down the road.


The second hand ticked slowly as Blaise watched his reflection in the watch. Picking his teeth with a long fingernail, he flicked his head in an odd movement before removing his eyes from the watch and up to his captors.

McGee seemed to be looking at Abby trying to console her. It had been clear that he had been brave to protect his team mates and not actually reject the Goth beside him. For that reason, Blaise respected the man and had not harmed him. It hadn't been obligatory.

DiNozzo had been awake for a few minutes now, trying to focus on areas around him. The desk came in fuzzy around the edges and unless he looked for a good minute at one thing, he couldn't make out any specific details. Wincing in pain, his teeth clenched as another round of pain filled his being. It felt like forever since Gibbs had left for the Autopsy, collecting the evidence to please the man sitting nearby to him.

"I wonder where your boss has disappeared to." Blaise hummed in wonder.

"Probably writing out paperwork." Abby chirped up suddenly, surprising even herself. If anything, Blaise looked amused.

"Really? I wonder what for…" Realising now or never, she continued.

"So he won't need to do the work after he had kicked your ass!"

"Now I wouldn't want him doing that. Maybe I should go and check on him…" He paused for effect, "Or maybe I should take Tony with me so that nothing silly happens."

Blaise grabbed Tony's top half of his arm, causing the latter to cry out in an intense burning.

"No. Don't!" Abby said straight away.

"Leave him alone. You've caused enough harm." McGee jumped to the rescue.

"You're right Mr. M.I.T." He let go of Tony's arm, letting it flop back against his body. "You should be quiet sweet cheeks, otherwise you'll harm him."

Blaise twisted and looked at the elevator as if it were to open on cue. He stood still for at least 10 minutes, not once turning to check on the people he held captive behind him.

"Gibbs better hurry back soon," Blaise finally turned to look at the three agents "'Cos if he doesn't, something bad might happen."

Blaise almost looked excited at the prospect.


A/N Do you think I have lost my touch? I do :( But anyway review and I will continue...x