Where's Tony?

Gibbs looked up expectantly when he heard the elevator ding, then blew out a frustrated breath when he saw it wasn't DiNozzo stepping off the elevator. He stared again at Tony's empty desk, almost as if willing the young agent to appear. How long could it take him to pick up a few things? According to the e-mail he's sent, he had left almost 90 minutes ago. That was more than enough time to get there and back. He'd better not have talked Agent Dawkins into doing something more. Gibbs reached for his cell phone, prepared to call his wayward agent, when it rang in his hand. About time, he thought dourly. "DiNozzo, where the hell are you?" he demanded impatiently.

"Uh, sorry, Agent Gibbs, this is Phil Dawkins," came the hesitant reply.

Gibbs frowned, immediately feeling his gut churn. "Agent Dawkins. What's going on?"

Dawkins nervously cleared his throat. "Sir, I came out to Agent DiNozzo's apartment with him to pick up a few items, and … well, I've lost him."

Gibbs surged to his feet, clutching the phone hard. "Lost him? What does that mean?" he asked in a lethally quiet voice, already heading for the garage. Not willing to wait for the elevator, he pelted down the stairwell.

"He … I … I got a phone call just as we arrived and he didn't want to wait so he went ahead to the apartment while I was still in the car. Someone managed to get behind me and knock me out as I was getting out of the car to join him. When I came to about five minutes later Agent DiNozzo still hadn't come back, so I went up to his apartment but he's nowhere to be found. I did find a bag of clothes in the lobby, though, and I know it's his because his initials are on it. And his gun was on top of the bag, too."

Dammit! Redding! Gibbs drew a deep breath. "Okay, Dawkins, keep looking around, and get a forensics team out there," he said tightly. "Let me know if you find anything."

He abruptly terminated the call and then redialed again quickly. "Abby, I need you to track Tony's phone, now!" Gibbs ordered urgently as he ran his car.

"Gibbs, what's wrong? Did something happen?" Abby asked anxiously.

"Redding got him. Abs, I need to find Tony now!"

A few seconds of silence, then Abby said, "I can't track his phone. I guess it's off. But I – "

"Dammit!" Gibbs thought frantically for a moment. "Abs, he mentioned you had narrowed where Redding might be. Maybe we can find him that way."

"Don't think so, Gibbs. We didn't get more than a general area, and there are hundreds of places he could be in that neighborhood. It could take a long time to locate them by canvasing the area. But you should know that – "

Gibbs swore and pounded the hood of his car. How was he going to find DiNozzo? They could be anywhere, and he knew time was critical with Tony in the hands of this madman. He had to find him fast, before … He suddenly became aware that Abby was still speaking, interrupting his dark thoughts.

"Gibbs, are you listening?"

Gibbs scowled at his cell phone. "What?"

"I said, I can still find him."

Gibbs paused, not sure he'd heard correctly. "How, Abs?"

"Well, because I kinda … well, you know how we're always losing him, and I thought – I mean, he doesn't know, because he would never allow it, but –"

"ABBY!"

"Oh, right, sorry. I gave him a watch that just happens to have a GPS tracking dot in it."

Gibbs took a few seconds to absorb that, then demanded impatiently, "Well? Can you find him?"

"Patience, Gibbs, patience! I'm pulling it up now. And – yes! They are about six miles from you, southwest of your position here, in Arlington. Looks like it's in the warehouse district."

Gibbs put the car in gear and gunned the motor. "Feed me the coordinates, Abby."

"On their way. Bring him back safe, Gibbs!" Abby pleaded.

"I will, Abs," he promised.

"And Gibbs …?"

"Yeah, good work, Abs. Two Caf-Pows! when I return to the office …"

"Only two?" she pouted.

Gibbs gave a grim smile. "Haven't found him yet."