Tim pushed the man's hand away from him. He didn't want that scum touching him. "Stay away from me, you freak," Tim said through gritted teeth.

The man laughed. It was the same evil laugh that Tim remembered from years ago. "Now, you know I'm not gonna do that. I just have to figure out what I wanna do first."

Tim realized at that moment that he was moving backwards. He was already up against the wall, but now he was moving back towards the left corner of the room. The man was matching him step by step, keeping the same distance between them.

"My friends- my t-teammates- they'll be here soon. They'll find me and k-kill you."

"No, they won't. They don't have any idea where you are. Even if they do find you, it won't be for a long time, and you won't be alive by then either."

Without any warning, the man punched Tim right in the gut.

Tim doubled over in pain, coughing as he tried to catch his breath.

The man put his arm on Tim's shoulder, "Oh, I decided that that's what I wanted to do first. Sorry for the lack of warning," He said with a laugh.

What the man didn't realize is that Tim was no longer a helpless ten year old boy.

Tim quickly stood up straight, pushed the man's arm off of him and punched him in the face.

The man took a few steps back as he put a hand over his eye, groaning angrily in pain.

It seemed like a good idea at the time… then Tim realized that he was chained, unable to escape, clearly smaller than the man in front of him, he was already exhausted, his hands were injured from pulling at the chains- making any movements, like punching someone, painful, and, including Devon, he was outmanned… Yeah, he was screwed.

The man was glaring at Tim, breathing so hard that Tim was sure fire was going to start coming out of his nose. He came back up to Tim, once again punching him in the gut. Tim barely had time to react. As he bent over, shielding his stomach from another hit, the man grabbed onto Tim's shoulders and shoved him back. It was so hard that Tim's head slung back and slammed against the wall. His vision suddenly doubled and he struggled to keep his eyes open, and to stand. He soon lost that struggle as he slid down the wall, and fell unconscious.


As Gibbs, Tony and Ziva walked out of the elevator and into the bullpen they were met with Abby standing there. Her arms were crossed and she had a glare on her face.

"What is it, Abby?" Gibbs asked, not having time to deal with her huffy mood.

"Where have you guys been? It's almost nine o'clock! I thought something had happened to all of you. I kept calling, but no one answered their phones. Where's Tim?" She was speaking so fast that she didn't take a breath between sentences.

Gibbs took a deep breath. He couldn't keep Tim's secret from her any longer. They were going to need her help and she couldn't be left in the dark.

Gibbs turned to Ziva, "You and Tony go over the file."

Ziva nodded, "Yes, Gibbs."

Gibbs turned and started walking towards the conference room, "Abby, come with me."

Tony watched them as they walked away, "She's gonna freak... Having to learn about his past and the fact that he's missing," He shook his head, "I'd hate to be Gibbs."

Ziva grabbed Tim's file from Gibbs' desk, "She will no doubt be very upset," She said, then handed part of the paperwork to Tony, "We need to go over all of this."

Tony looked down at the papers and walked back to his desk. "It feels wrong," He said as he sat down and began reading.

Ziva looked up from the papers she had, "What?"

"Reading all of this. It's too… personal."

"Tony, you love getting into peoples personal lives."

"This is different."

Ziva sighed, "Yes, that is true."

They both went back to reading, searching for any clues as to where Tim might be. About five minutes went by before the silence was broken.

"Oh my God," Tony said, not even realizing he said it out loud.

"What is it?"

"He- He was molested by those freaks!"

"Yes, I know," Ziva replied, "Gibbs told me earlier when we were reading."

"But, Ziva, I- I…"

Ziva had never seen Tony like this before. She got up and walked over to his desk, "What is it, Tony?"

Tony looked up at her and she could have sworn she saw tears in his eyes, "All those jokes I always made… The ones about him being gay. They were just jokes, but… but he was touched by this man! Every time I made one of those jokes, he… he-"

"Tony," Ziva said, stopping him, "They were just jokes, like you said. If he would have been hurt by them, he would have stopped you."

"He told me to stop all the time, Zee, but I figured it was because I annoyed him… so I did it more."

"Tony, I am sure Tim does not have any hard feelings against you for that. He knows you. He knows you never would have made those jokes had you known."

Tony let out a deep breath, "Doesn't make me feel any better."

"Then let us work at finding Tim, so you can apologize to him and let him tell you that he was and is not offended. Okay?"

Tony nodded, "Yeah."


Abby sat there, eyes wide and speechless as she stared blankly ahead.

"Abby, did you hear me?"

After a moment, she nodded, "I just… I can't believe I never… I never knew."

"No one knew."

"I know, but… but I thought we told each other everything. I just- is that why he's not here? He's in protective custody?"

Gibbs took a deep breath, "No, Abby. He's not in protective custody."

"Then where is-" She stopped, figuring it out mid-sentence, "No. No, he can't be… He's missing isn't he?"

"Abby-"

Abby quickly stood up and began pacing as tears came to her eyes, "No, not Timmy. What's this person gonna do to him, Gibbs? What's gonna happen? You have to find him!"

Gibbs came over to her and stopped her by putting his hands on her shoulders, "We're gonna find him, Abby. But I need you to calm down."

"What? I can't calm down! Not when he's out there somewhere with some freak who's hurting him!"

"Do you want to help Tim, Abby?"

"Of course I do."

"Then you need to calm down and get ready to do a lot of work, okay? Tim was at my house when he was tak-"

"What!"

"Abby, calm."

She nodded, "Right."

"Tim was at my house when he was taken. There was a pretty big mess there. We've got people there now, they're going to bring everything in. I'll need it checked for fingerprints and everything else, okay?"

Abby nodded again, "If it'll help find Tim."

"It will. I know you have a lot more questions, but I don't have time to answer them right now."

"Okay… but Gibbs?"

"Yeah?"

"How much time… do you think Tim has?"

Gibbs sighed, "Not a whole lot, Abby."


Tim began waking up to the feeling of a pounding headache. He groaned as he lifted his hand to feel the back of his head.

He hissed in pain as he touched the swollen area, "You just had to punch him, didn't ya, McGee?" He said to himself.

His eyes were still fuzzy, and his stomach was very sore, as he moved into a sitting position.

Just then, Tim heard the door begin to unlock. His heart immediately began to pound as he waited for the man to walk in.

Instead he was met by Devon, who was carrying a bowl in his hands.

'Let's see how this goes,' Tim thought.

"Devon," He began, simply to see how he'd react.

Devon walked up to him, "I told you before, my name's not Devon. It's Evan."

"Right, sorry. Evan?"

"What?"

"Who are you?"

Devon's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you talking about?"

Tim shrugged, "Who are you to… that man? How did you get here?"

"I'm David's son," He replied, "And me and Dad drove here."

"David? That's his name?"

Devon nodded.

"What's that?" Tim asked, pointing to the bowl.

Devon bent down in front of him, "Water. Want a drink?"

Tim was so thirsty. He had never wanted water so much in his life. "No."

"It's not poisoned," Devon replied. He lifted the bowl to his mouth and took a sip, "See?" He reached out and handed the bowl to Tim.

Tim took it and drank. The water was warm, but Tim didn't care. It tasted so good going down his extremely dry throat.

He drank all the water, then handed the bowl back to Devon, "Thank you."

"Yeah."

Devon began to walk away, but Tim wasn't done talking.

"Why are you doing this?" Tim asked.

Devon turned back around, "What?"

"Why are you doing this? You're not like him… David," Tim clarified, "…You're not like him."

Devon walked back up to Tim, "What do you mean?"

"He's a horrible person. I mean, do you not see this?" Tim said, motioning around the room with his arms. "He kidnapped me, twice, and now he's beating the crap outta me just so he can kill me. He's just… horrible!"

"Don't say that," Devon warned.

"Oh, come on, Devon. You really don't remember when we were kidnapped? You don't remember David and his wife or girlfriend leaving us in a room just like this? David is not your dad, Devon! He's a man who kidnapped you and raped you and-"

"Shut up!" Devon yelled suddenly. He threw the bowl against the wall and walked up to Tim. Before Tim could do anything, Devon kicked him in the stomach.

Already hurt from being punched earlier, Tim fell over onto his side as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. Devon continued kicking him, hurting both his stomach and his arms.

"Ah!" Tim yelled, "St- Stop! Stop!"

Devon finally stopped kicking. For a moment he just stared at Tim, who was curled up and trying to catch his breath.

"Next time, think before you open your mouth," Devon warned before leaving.

Tim was once again left alone. He knew for sure that he had at least one rib broken. His arms would soon be covered in bruises. He was in so much pain, and he knew that it wouldn't end anytime soon. If anything, it would only get worse.


I did not think I'd ever get this chapter written. Not because I had writer's block or anything, it's just that every time I would sit to write it, something would come up and I'd have to leave it for another time. I ended up writing it from 11pm-1am. It seems night is my only free time. Thankfully I suffer from insomnia :)

Well, I hope you guys liked the chapter. Thanks for reading and reviewing! And YAY! we passed the 100 review mark AND this story is my most alerted :) Thank you guys!