Warnings: Slight spoiler for "Page Not Found"

A/N: I've decided to stick with canon and ship Delilah overseas. I know that most people say that long distance relationships never work out, but then I got to thinking that McGee is from a Navy family, I'm sure his dad was away for long periods of time. So, it seems natural to me that Tim thinks that him and Delilah can make it work. (And damnit, if the writers don't make it work, I will make it work in this series of stories! We're AU here anyways!) Also, I just think that McGee really is a hopeless romantic at heart. Hope you enjoy!


Tim felt like his head was floating, detached from his body. He'd been drugged, he knew that much, but he wasn't sure what he'd been given exactly.

Right now he was on the floor of a pick-up truck, bound around his wrists with rope, and bumping along what he presumed was a dirt road. He wondered when everything had gone wrong. He'd been on his way out to his car, getting ready to call Bishop that they had a case, when the lights went out.

He woke up in the back seat of the Charger, driving along a dark highway. Any attempts to communicate with the driver had been met with silence. Until they pulled over on the side of the road. Tim had honestly thought that he was done for at this point. But the captor had just taken a photo of him and then dragged him out, towards the pick up they were driving in now. They had abandoned the Charger and Tim had been injected with something.

Because of the injection he went in and out of consciousness. Sometimes hearing Tony's voice like the senior field agent was right there, one time actually thinking that the senior field agent was right there, talking to him. "Don't worry, Probie," the hallucination of his friend had said, "I'm going to find you and get you of this mess."

Tim knew that it really wasn't Tony talking to him, just what his subconscious wanted to believe, but somehow he knew that the hallucination was right. Tony was going to get him out of this mess. Perhaps it was just the drugs talking.


Gibbs was about ready to implode when he found out that Tony had taken off and that Tobias had been the one to call the SFA. What gave the two of them the right to determine what he was apart of? He stormed into the bullpen when the FBI agent returned with his SFA, all ready to lash out at both of them until he saw the look on Tony's face. The younger agent was practically green and looked ready to vomit at the drop of a dime.

His anger quickly vanished. "What the hell's going on?" he asked in that gruff, kind of caring way. "You're green, DiNozzo."

Tony's only response was a grunt as he flopped, exhausted into his chair. Tobias eyed both agents cautiously before stepping forward, handing a series of photographs in an evidence bag to Gibbs. It didn't take Gibbs long to figure out what Tony had figured out at the scene of the abandoned Charger. His team was being stalked.

"FBI sent a car over to Ms. Dawson's apartment," Tobias said, softly. "We're bringing her back here."

"What about her parents?" Gibbs asked, recalling that the honorable Judge John Dawson and his wife were in town.

"We'll offer accommodations for them here, but Tony and I don't think they're in danger," Tobias replied.

Gibbs looked at Tony for a moment, seeing the torrent of emotions in his green eyes. "What's your theory then?"

Tony barely lifted his head from his hands when he spoke. "This guy is out to the hurt the team. If he wants to get to me the way to go would be to threaten Leah. Not her parents."

His eyes didn't leave Tony's face, a thought popping into his head. "Has anyone thought to call Delilah?"

"Bishop was getting a SAT phone set up to call Dubai ASAP," Tony reported, softly.

"DiNozzo."

"Yeah boss?"

"Go down to the lab, get a few hours of sleep."

Tony shook his head. "Can't do that, boss. Work to do and we have to find Tim."

Gibbs nodded in agreement. "Yes. We have to find Tim but we can't do that if my team is exhausted. Go. Now, DiNozzo."

"What about Leah? Shouldn't I be here when she arrives?"

"Leah's going to tell you the same thing-go get some sleep!"

Tony sighed, heavily and pulled his tired body out of his chair and headed towards the elevator. He didn't look happy about being banished to the lab, but he was too tired to argue with the boss at the current time.

Gibbs made a mental note to call Abby and make sure that the senior field agent actually laid down and went to sleep. He couldn't afford to have his agents tired, not now, not when they had an agent in distress.

"Perhaps you should take your own advice," Tobias said, breaking the silence. "Won't be a couple of hours until we get test results on the car back. Might as well get some sleep yourself."

"Already did-while you stole my senior field agent away to go look at the car," Gibbs snapped.

Tobias grinned, cheeky. "Sorry. But Tony is a tad bit more level-headed than you in these situations."

Gibbs just glared at him as the elevator signaled its arrival. He glanced up to see two FBI agents escorting Leah out of the cab. The young woman was dressed in faded jeans, a pair of beat-up sneakers and an oversized heather gray sweater. Her hair was damp and she had done very little make-up. She also didn't look happy to have been woken up so early.

Leah tentatively glanced at the older men standing in the squad room. "What's going on? Why did the FBI come drag me out of bed at five in the morning?"

"Did you notice anything out of the ordinary in the last few weeks?" Gibbs asked, cutting to the chase.

"You mean besides my mom's obsession with my love life?" Leah quipped, which caused Tobias to grin.

"Anyone hanging out around your apartment? Around Tony's?"

"Not that I noticed. Why? What's wrong?"

Gibbs sighed and gesture for her to follow him. His refusal to answer the question seemed to wake her up fully, and she glared at him as he began to walk away.

Leah wasn't about to be dragged around NCIS without a reason why. Not after the FBI had shown up at her door and insisted that she come here for her own safety. "Agent Gibbs, if you want me to cooperate with you I'm gonna need more than follow me. I'm not one of your agents, you can't order me around."

"Agent McGee was abducted by someone that appears to have been stalking the team for some time now," Tobias answered for Gibbs.

"Stalking?" Leah repeated.

"We found photographs of Tony and McGee in the suspect's car," the FBI agent answered vaguely.

Leah wasn't stupid though. She glared slightly at him. "And you think that I'm in danger too?"

Tobias smiled, gently. "This is just a precaution, Ms. Dawson. But we'd like you to stay here at NCIS until we wrap this up."

"Fine by me," she said, with a wave of her hand as she finally followed Gibbs, "gets me out of having to spend the day with my mother."


Tony was in the midst of a deep slumber when he was shaken awake. Slowly he opened his eyes and peered up into the shadowy face standing over him.

"I found something," Abby said, curtly. "Get up!"

"What? You found something?" Tony asked, jumping to his feet and fumbling about as he followed her. "What is it?"

Abby reached for her mouse and with a couple of clicks had displayed a photograph on her computer screen. "Remember when you had me run that grainy photograph of the security footage? You know, the guy snooping around your desk? Well, silly me, I just went to HR and got his photo for his personnel records. So, I ran that instead through AFIS. Didn't get any hits so I ran it against the DMV for Virginia, D.C and Maryland. Guess what? I got a hit!"

Tony stared at the photograph for a moment. It was a middle-aged man, in his late fifties Tony would surmise, with greying hair and brown eyes. He felt like he knew the man from somewhere but he just couldn't place him. Was it because he'd seen the man around while he was being stalked? If that was the case he wasn't as good of an agent as he thought, if he missed his stalker hiding out in plain sight. "Who is it?"

"Daryl Crowley."

"Crowley. Haven't heard that name in..."

"Five years."

"Five years? Really?"

Abby nodded her head and pulled up something else on her computer. It was a photograph of a marine. "Yep. Lieutenant Myles Crowley was killed five years ago."

Tony frowned looking at the face of the marine. It had been a much different face the day that Tony had first glimpsed at it. Back then he had been filled with rage, holding a nurse at knifepoint. Suddenly everything made sense-why Crowley was going after the team. It probably should have been a little bit more clear cut from the beginning but they'd all forgotten about the man's threats five years ago.

"Lieutenant Myles Crowley?" Bishop's voice asked coming into the lab. "He have something to do with our case?"

"More or less," Tony muttered, rubbing his temple. "Did you get in touch with Delilah?"

"Yes. She's getting on the next flight out of Dubai. So, who's this Crowley guy?"

"Marine that died five years ago."

Bishop looked between Tony and Abby, confused. "What does he have to do with our case?"

Abby switched back to the photograph of Daryl. "Because his father is the one that was snooping around Tony's desk the other night and is probably the one that kidnapped McGee."

"Five years ago, his son Myles was a patient at Walter Reid Hospital. He was undergoing psychiatric treatment for PTSD. Suffering from hallucinations that made him violent," Tony reported. "He got out of his restraints one day and locked himself in his room withe a doctor and two nurses. NCIS was called in for hostage negotiation. Gibbs managed to talk his way into the room but the...Myles held one of the nurses at knifepoint and Gibbs was forced to order the FBI sniper to kill him to save her."

"Daryl blames Gibbs then for his son's death," Bishop stated.

Tony nodded his head. "Even threatened Gibbs a few times right after it happened."

Bishop stared at the sullen face of a man that had lost his child, how his brown eyes bore so much pain. "Did anyone investigate further or keep tabs on Crowley?"

Tony shook his head. "No. Gibbs wrote it off as a grieving father. We never heard from Crowley after that. Not a peep. Guess we should have known—it's always the silent ones that you have to watch out for."

Abby chewed on her lower lip. "So why take McGee? Why not just come after Gibbs directly?"

"He wants Gibbs to suffer—just like he has," Bishop said, matter-of-factly. "Killing him would be too easy on Gibbs."

"Does that mean…none of us are safe?" Abby asked.

Tony glanced at her, his eyes filled with a thousand different emotions. "Yes and no."

Abby shook her head. "I don't understand."

"Eye for an eye," Bishop said.

When Abby still didn't comprehend, Tony whispered, "A son for a son."

Abby's eyes filled with tears. She grabbed a hold of Tony's arm in a death like grip. "You're going to get him back, right, Tony? I know your job is dangerous and I know that any day could be your last, but I can't take this anymore. It's been hard enough getting used to Ziva being gone! I don't think I can handle getting used to Timmy being gone too!"

Tony reached out and hugged her, tightly. "We're going to get him back, Abs. I promise."