Author's Note: If you're wondering how Annah got in the hospital (and *gasp!* take McGee with her), this chapter might help in answering that. Once again, rapidly (almost) written chapter! Enjoy, my lovely readers!

WARNING: To an extent, the opening part is rough. There's no sexual stuff in here (I doubt that I'd write something like that—EVER), but what Annah does to Tim is very inhumane. Some might think that I'm overreacting, but it's "better safe than sorry". This is when the M-rating kicks in, and where the title is explained.

Disclaimer: NCIS and its characters do not belong to me. They belong to their rightful owners. All I own here is the story and some OCs.

McGee woke up to the putrid smell of blood and sweat which polluted the warm air in the place where he lied. He also noticed the hint of soil, its scent, mingled with it. However, when he opened his eyes, there was only pure darkness. He sought for some kind of reassurance that he was still safe, a slit of light perhaps, to quench the panic slowly imposed in him.

But he found none.

He tried to move his hands, to make sure that he was not bound, but he felt that he was constricted by what seemed to be walls. He kicked weakly, but his feet only landed on another flat surface. Where am I? he thought. For a moment, he only listened—observed—to his surroundings, like how his training at NCIS taught him to do. He could hear a muffled sound, like the sound of a static channel on a TV. Other than that, there was nothing else.

He used his hands to feel these "walls". They were soft, like pillows, but the material of its cloth was a little rough. The flat pillow beneath his neck also felt the same way. Moving a little to the side, he freed his right hand to reach upward. The amount of weight that shifted to his left side drove his brain into a pained frenzy as his fracture opened up a little bit more. He winced, but still attempted to find out where he was. The one 'wall' above was also the same, although that one was curved.

He tried to put all of those together. All the while, he also recalled what happened before he fell asleep. The memory was a blur. He could only remember a nurse coming in to transfer him to another room. After helping him into a wheel chair, they proceeded out of the room; his family was even outside. Then they went inside the elevator where there was another nurse. He had seen her before. She was watching him when Abby visited. The friendly smile on her face, however, erased all of his suspicion. Then when the door closed, everything went…There was an injection stabbed to his nurse's neck…And a handkerchief drenched with some type of liquid…Everything blacked out.

He woke up wherever he was.

McGee's heart started to race. Small space. Slightly soft walls. A pillow. A lid. He was inside a casket. He mustered all of the energy he had left to push up the cover. For all he knew, he only had a couple of minutes left for air. He kicked again, but the small space seemed to restrain them more. Warm sweat trickled down from his neck, while blood freely flowed out from his injuries.

"H…help," he said as he pounded desperately on the casket. "Help. Please. Let…Let me out of here!"

Just the notion of dying in there revolted him. It didn't help that he imagined maggots looming in either. There was also a possibility that no one might find him, and this was the thought that scared him the most. You'll live, Tim, he convinced himself. You'll live.

All he could smell now was the scent of his own blood. The warm air was slowly compressing onto him that he began to doubt. His family—he wondered if he would see them again. His mom, dad, and Sarah. Abby and Tony. Jimmy. Ducky. "Let me out of here, please!" Boss. Ziva. Please.

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"Gibbs. They said that Lake left an hour ago," Ziva reported after closing her phone shut.

Despite the superfluous rain and a threatening weather, Gibbs stepped on the gas pedal determinatively. Something was telling him that time was running out. "Start talking," he commanded Landon, who silently sat at the backseat with Tony.

"About what?"

"About what she mentioned, what she did, what she wanted," Gibbs answered. "We don't have any time to lose."

"Uh…" Landon dug through his memory, his heart pounding. "She kept telling me that McGreggor was lying—"

"You've told us that already," Gibbs interjected. "Something else."

"Well, she…She said that she's doing this because she cared," he attempted.

"Go on," Ziva urged firmly.

"She… I-I remember. She said that she prepared something special for McGreggor. That, and a wonderful place for him."

"She might've brought him there," Tony said. "Where is it?"

"And what is that something special?" Ziva inquired.

"A casket. She showed me that casket," Landon fearfully reminisced. "She said she's going to take him where angels are."

Ziva and Tony exchanged glances. Although it was unspoken, they worried gravely. Gibbs was not different. Death was lurking around, waiting to claim one of his people. This could not be happening again. I thought you've learned your lesson, Gibbs, a familiar voice whispered to him. I guess Jenny and I, we're not enough? Kate asked. Not this time, Kate. Not this time, he answered her.

Tony's phone vibrated in his pocket. He quickly drew it out. He was hoping that somehow, it would be McGee calling to tell him that he was somewhere safe. "DiNozzo," he said swiftly.

"Tony," Abby answered, her voice evident of anxiousness. "Have you found him yet?"

"No, Abby. Not yet," Tony said regretfully.

"W-Well, I watched the videos again, from the prison, and compared it with their log record. With the time in the video factored in, 'Mara Isaacs'' sign-in time didn't check out, but it did with their 2004 to 2005 record."

"So that means?"

"Someone was using nurse Isaacs' ID to get in, or someone was letting it be used. Either way, Landon wasn't lying when he said that Mara Isaacs isn't Mara the lunatic. Ducky called Bethesda, by the way, to check their employee time-in, since, you know, Landon said she let him in. I mean, that's just me, making assumptions and stuff. Sometimes I think it's good but sometimes—"

"Abby?" Tony interrupted, preventing further digression.

"Sorry. Anyways, they said that between 1 to 5 am earlier, there were only three people that signed in. Only two of them were nurses, and one of them was the one found in the elevator with a syringe on her neck. It only leaves Annah Corbett."

"Corbett?" Tony echoed. "I've heard of that name before."

"Jared Brenner," Gibbs stated, "or Adrian Corbett, if you prefer."

"I searched," Abby added, unaware of Gibbs' answer, "and I found out that Annah was Adrian Corbett's wife."

"Thanks, Abby."

"Wait. Tony?"

"Yeah?"

Abby paused. "Bring him home safe," she pleaded.

Tony's lip curled to a bitter smile. "We will. Don't worry," he reassured.

"Be careful."

Tony nodded. "Okay." Then, Abby hung up. "Abby watched the video again. It's not Mara Isaacs. Someone had been using her name.

"Where angels are," Gibbs restated pensively. "Wherever that is, Annah took McGee there."

"Anything else you can remember Landon?"

"No. I'm sorry."

Casket and angels. When the place popped up in his head, Gibbs sharply veered the steering wheel, causing his passengers to hold on to their seats tightly. "DiNozzo. Call Agent Samuels and tell him to meet us at Angelbridge," he said. "She took him to a cemetery."

Tony felt as if a bucket of iced water was poured on him. "How far, Gibbs?" Ziva asked, her firm façade slowly deteriorating.

"Thirty miles," Gibbs answered before flooring the gas pedal.

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Annah gently removed the distinctive gold ring from her finger. Adoringly, she stared at the soaked dark soil. Then, she placed the ring on the ground. She savored its softness beneath her fingers, the water drops that caressed her face, and the glorious thought that Timothy was finally where he belonged. He was home.

"Why are you doing this to him?" Jared Lake asked while he panted, clutching the shovel's handle to his quivering body. "I thought you said that you were only after Landon."

Annah glanced at him over her shoulders. "Because Timothy's a sweetheart," she answered softly. "He doesn't belong with us anymore."

"Annah, think about his family," Jarred tried. "Think about the people that loves him."

"Nobody loves him but me," Annah lividly asserted. "I'm his only family. I'm the only love of his life. I. Am. Everything. That's why I have to do this."

Jared felt more remorse and regret. He had been questioning himself why he helped her. The NCIS agent underneath did not deserve to die. Although, there might still be time. What was holding him back? Cautiously, he lifted up the shovel. A little force with it would knock her asleep.

"Did I tell you that at the time of my death, the evidences against you would go out to the FBI?" Annah asked calmly while drawing circles on the mud with her finger. Jared froze. She smiled. "Not only that, your family would also be privileged to see some pictures of you and your mistress. Maureen Archer, am I right? I thought she was a cute woman for you." She stood up slowly. Balancing her weight, she faced him. She scornfully glared at the shovel, although the smile on her face didn't falter. "So I wouldn't do that if I were you, Commander Lake."

Jared looked away, unable to bear her mocking words. He did not want to be an aid to a murder, but he didn't want his family to break apart either. "Good boy," Annah whispered to him, patting him lightly on the cheeks.

"Help…He… 'ease… Let me out of here!" a slurred voice came from under the ground. It was desperate, Jared noted, but above all, it was terrified.

"Let him go," he tried once more.

"He would understand someday," Annah replied. Her feet led her away afterwards, taking her back to her small SUV. "Let him be."

Hesitantly, Jared Lake followed, dragging the murder weapon through the mud with his filthy hands.

Like I noted at the first chapter, I'm a lazy author. So, I make up stuff. As you could probably tell by now, Angelbridge Cemetery is a make believe place. It's a product of my cheesy imagination. =) I also acknowledge the fallacies in this chapter, like why and how in the world did Landon get in the car with Team Gibbs. I'll leave that one to your imagination. =D

I forgot to mention last chapter that we're going to play with time here a little bit, too. For example: one place could have a different time (hospital cafeteria-5 am; last chapter) than another place (NCIS interrogation room-4:50 am; last chapter). So, right now, you could hate me if you want to. Although, I'd say, we'll have that again next chapter. Sorry.

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