Author's Note: Hey, everyone! Here's another chapter!

Something important I better mention. Two OC's lie within this chapter. I've based them as correctly as I could with what little information the show has given me, but other then that, I basically used my imaginiation.

And with that, let's begin!

Chapter 10

Damn it! He couldn't believe it had already been one full day!

Tony jumped out of the apartment's bed and did a quick sweep of the area. There wasn't anytime to lose; they needed to find McGee.

"Come on, Ziva. Let's get going." He exclaimed as he turned to her bed, which was located on the opposite side of the hotel.

"Right," she nodded. Tony did the best to hide his fear. He couldn't show Ziva that he was afraid.

Tony stepped into the bathroom before quickly getting changed.

With some luck, Vance had allowed them to investigate the drug group's hideout, since when Director Vance called the local police; they insisted that since no activity had happened there during the year they had checked the place, obviously the hideout was no longer of interest to police.

Geez. What was it with cops and being a pain in the ass?

The sun had set for hours when they finally pulled together what very few strings of information they could find before leaving NCIS, and it was a three-hour drive to their destination. Two hours into the drive, and both him and Ziva were beginning to doze off. And while Ziva insisted that she could take over for Tony while he took a nap, even Tony understood that the last thing McGee needed was both of his partners getting into a car accident because Tony DiNozzo let Ziva David, of all people, drive while exhausted at midnight. So now they only had an hour-long drive until they could finally confront whatever was waiting for them at Tommy's gang's hideout.

"This is the place." Ziva muttered. As they both quickly stepped out. Tony felt his hand automatically move towards the gun at his side. He knocked on the door.

"N.C.I.S.! Open up!" After a short pause, Tony motioned for Ziva to head towards the boarded up window. "You know, it would've been nice of Director Vance if he could've given us a warrant to search the place." He turned to her. She was trying to peek her way through the boards of wood nailed to the window.

"There is no need. We can enter regardless."

"Gee, Ziva, that sounds great. Then I'll get arrested a third time on the job."

"We have a reason to enter." Ziva replied as she headed towards the door. "There are two people in there. Both tied with ropes to two chairs, one unconscious, the other seems to be having trouble staying awake."

"Good enough for me." Tony replied before grabbing the handle on the door and twisting it. No response. "Of course. It's locked."

"Move." Ziva commanded tersely. She pulled an object out of her pocket, and as she began bending it, Tony realized what it was.

"You carry a paperclip with you at all times?"

"I took it from the front counter in the hotel. I figured it might come in use later." Ziva explained without turning to him. Before he had a chance to respond, she had stuck the 'lock-pick' into the lock, unlocked the door, and swung it open. Not even questioning the speed of her actions, Tony walked inside slowly, gun drawn and at the ready. After he and Ziva quickly panned around for anyone other then the two people tied to chairs, they quickly raced over to the hostages.

"Are you alright?" Ziva asked worriedly as she grabbed the man's shoulder. The man shook his head. It was obvious that the two of them were physically drained, and it didn't help that they were older. Ziva took a small knife from her pocket and began cutting the rope constricting the two.

Good ol' Gibbs' rule number nine.

"I can't get my wife to wake up. She's been unconscious for hours. The man just dumped us here and left. We've been here at least two days," the man replied weakly. Tony knew he had to keep him awake. His wife wouldn't be able to give them any answers, and he was their only witness.

"What're your names?"

"I'm Jonathon McGee. This is my wife, Kathyrn McGee." Tony and Ziva glanced frantically at each other.

"Do you know a 'Timothy McGee'?" Tony asked quietly, although he already knew the answer.

"He's our son," the man replied furrowing his brow. "What's wrong? Did something happen to him?"

Author's Note: And now you know...

Don't worry, much more detail will be given next chapter about these two!

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