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Misunderstanding

Chapter 10

Eijit Binnag mounted her motorbike and took off seeing the motorbike and the car go by. She took a shortcut knowing where they were headed. She hid herself away in a small alleyway next to a set of traffic lights. She heard the motorbike coming down the road and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She switched the light to red.

The motorbike she had been waiting for stopped right on the line, the visor of the biker's helmet was tinted a dark colour and she couldn't see his face but she knew who it was, Ben Daniels.

She picked up the tranquiliser gun that was in the rucksack that had been on her back and placed the syringe in to the barrel. The syringe was not filled with a tranquiliser however, but poison. She aimed quickly before the lights changed back to how they were originally and fired, the tiny dart hitting the man's thigh and then falling out, making it look like nothing had happened.

The light changed to green and Ben took off quickly. He rounded the corner. A wave of dizziness washed over him, but he blinked it away, realising it was stuffy in his helmet. He lifted his visor, so there was a crack for air to come in as he sped along the road.

Ben could feel sweat on his forehead, soaking into the soft padding of his helmet. He took a shaky breath in, not long before he got to the NCIS building. The shakiness of his breath didn't stop; he looked and saw the NCIS building in sight.

His vision blurred even more and he couldn't see the road. He felt his bike move out of his control and he fell off. Both Ben and the bike skidded several meters down the road. Ben's trousers ripped with the friction against the road and the sides of his legs started to bleed as they scraped the uneven tarmac flooring. Thankfully he was kitted out with safety clothing; his helmet had taken most of the impact for his head although h felt extremely dizzy. The hard plastic pad in his shoulder, elbows and back had protected those parts and his gloves stopped his hands from being ripped to shreds. He moved his arm painfully and let it fall onto his visor, he took a breath. Pulling his visor up to get some more air. His stomach turned and he heard a car stop behind him.

Several cries from the people getting out the car told him that he must look a bit cut up.

"Get my helmet of." He told the people who had come to help him.

One of the men who had got out of the car knelt down and fumbled under his chin to undo the strap. He undid it.

"What if your neck is broken?" The man said hesitant.

"Just get it off!" Ben was frustrated, where were Gibbs and Alex?

"Ok," The man visibly gulped as he took hold of the base of the helmet, he pulled it off as gently as possible.

"Thank you." Ben said, his face was deathly pale.

"Ben!" Alex shouted as he recognised the destroyed bike that had skidded to the side of the road and then looked around to see a group of three people crowded round what Alex assumed to be Ben. "Gibbs, stop the car!" Gibbs halted the car and Alex dashed out of the door, not caring about the pain this own wounds were causing him.

"Move away." Alex said so the three surrounding his friend.

"Ben, what happened?"

"I don't know, I set off at the light and had a random dizzy spell, and it went downhill from there, I fell off back up there and ended up here." Ben clamped his eyes shut as a wave of nausea came over him. He tried to breathe through it but it hurt to breathe. Gibb came up behind Alex.

"What happened?"

"He doesn't know." Alex said. Gibbs looked at his pinpoint eyes.

"He's Ben poisoned." He pulled out his phone.

"I've called an ambulance." One of the women said from behind him, she had her arms folded across her chest.

"Where does it hurt?" Gibbs asked.

"My thigh is burning." Gibbs ripped the thin fabric from where it has already been torn up to his right thigh where a part of his leg had swelled up and was discoloured. Noticing Ben was wearing a belt he undid it and wrapped it around Ben's leg, just above the swelling, he did it up but not too tight like a tourniquet would be.

Sirens could be heard in the far distance. Alex held his hand against Ben's head, he was cool despite him sweating. Alex unzipped Ben's motorbike jacket, but the bulkiness of the jacket didn't help the situation much, and he knew the paramedics would probably cut it off of him anyway. Alex noticed that Ben was shaking ever so slightly.

"Are you cold?" He asked him, wondering if he was shivering.

"He's no cold Alex, it's convulsions from whatever poison is in his system." Alex winced, it was hard to see Ben like this, lying on the floor, damaged and dying from an unknown poison.

"Excuse me," The paramedic pushed past the three people that were still stood there gazing over the scene wondering how it was going to pan out.

Gibbs was crouched down tending to the spot where the dart had hit his leg.

"What's happened?" Ben didn't answer, his eyes were closed and Alex speculated if he was unconscious.

"He was poisoned and as a result he crashed his bike, his neck's okay, as is his back, just his lower legs are a big cut up and the dart went in here." He pointed to the paramedic where the dart had entered. A red and swollen part of his leg, with a tiny puncture in the centre.

"How long ago did this occur? If he's been poisoned then we need to treat his fast." He pulled out a stethoscope and placed it on his chest. His heart was beating fast but his blood pressure was low as the second paramedic found as he placed the cuff around Ben's upper arm.

Ben was still convulsing but it was now more prominent and was beginning to worry Alex.

"Can't you give him anything!" Alex practically shouted.

"Hold on," He said. "We need to get him to the hospital, we don't know what he's been poisoned with, and we don't know how much longer he can last without proper treatment." The second paramedic placed a backboard down next to Ben.

A foot slammed into his side. He curled up at much as he could. But he was kicked again and again and again. On the last blow he heard a crack and realised one of his ribs had been broken by the unmerciful kicking that he'd been subjected to.

"Tell me the code!" The man said. Ben clutched his side. A bruise was already starting to form over his broken ribs.

He heard the distinct cock of a handgun and looked up gingerly from where he was curled up on the floor of the cell that he'd been in for over three weeks. Looking upwards he could see the barrel of the gun that was pointing at him, the crack of light coming from outside of the cell catching the slightly shiny black surface of the gun. He watched as the man took off the safety and adjusted his aim so that if fired the bullet would go straight into the man's brain.

"I..." Ben coughed, paining his broken ribs. "I... won't tell you." He said determined not to give in. The code would give SCORPIA access to a bank vault in London that held a lot of money. Three banks had each had a terrorist attack on them to see find where the MI6's headquarters were, knowing there would be money and several of the Secret Intelligence Service's documented files. Only they chose the Royal and General Bank as their forth. They had fired their guns into the air and the people inside had dived to the floor. Nigel, the security guard had been armed with a semi-automatic pistol and had fired it twice, he hit one of the men in the chest before being shot himself and was later found bleeding out on the beige tiled floor of the bank. Ben had been on desk duty and heard the gunshots and was down in the entrance within minutes.

Ben stayed out of sight as he assessed the situation. He saw Nigel on the floor, blood was creeping out the corner of his moth and there were three fatal shots to his chest. He was dead.

A shot rang out and it took a few second to realise who the terrorist was shooting at. His arm stung and he looked at it and instantly regretted it. He saw the blood oozing from his fresh wound and the pain rushed to him and he clutched his arm and gasped. Another shot. He fell backwards with the force of the 9mm bullet hitting him in the chest. The bullet lodged into his Kevlar vest that he was wearing under his blue shirt and tie. He tried to catch his breath but before he knew it one of the terrorist was advancing on him, ready to taking another, fatal shot.

Ben opened his eyes, his leg was throbbing and he noticed that he'd been changed from his motorbike kit to a hospital gown and his leg had been wrapped in a bandage. He looked over to his left as he caught movement in his peripheral vision. It was Alex.

"Hey," He said and smiled weakly.

"Hi," he replied, his voice sounded a little croaking so he coughed to get it back. "What day is it?"

"Thursday. And the time is 1354." Thursday! Ben thought, panicked. Ben sat up quickly the headache he didn't realise he had flared up and his hand went up to soothe it, though it did nothing to help.

"That was four days ago."

"Yeah, we've caught her. Found her in a small apartment 'downtown' as DiNozzo told me."

"Oh, have you seen her?"

"No, they won't let me into their interrogation room." I've only heard snippets about what's been going on in there. Apparently it's all questions and no answers, she's not talking." Alex informed the blue eyed man sat in the hospital bed.

"When can I get out of here?"

"You only woke five minutes ago Ben! You ain't getting out of here that fast."

Well, not totally the hunt, I'll explain the four day gap that's been missed in the next chapter, I promise! Let me know what you liked/didn't like about this chapter please! Is there anything you want for future chapters?

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