Caution: this next scene might get pretty graphic. Reader's discretion is advised.

Janie woke up in pain. She tried to stretch her limbs but noticed they were tied to an old, wooden chair. She felt something semi-wet on the left side of her face, it was her blood. The last thing she remembered, she was in the van driving away from her home. Then she felt a sudden pain then it going all black. When her vision got cleared, she saw a video recorder, a TV and a bunch of wires all around it. The TV was on and she saw someone she least expect.

"Gibbs!" she yelled at that screen.

"Janie!" He yelled back. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, we can," a new voice came in; a Latino came in view of the camera on Janie's end. "Agent Gibbs, I presume."

"You must be Julio Cruz."

"I am," he turned to Janie. "Do you know why you're here, Miss Cooper?"

"You need a new housekeeper?" She sarcastically said. "I don't do windows."

"Very funny," Cruz wasn't amused. "You're here because your family can't keep their business to themselves."

"You're evil, my mother was stopping you."

"And you saw your mother killed, or which I should have killed you as soon as possible. But once I found out you were the daughter of an NCIS agent, the same agent who's working your Mommy Dearest's case, I thought we could have... fun."

"You lay one finger on her-!" Gibbs growled.

"And what are you going to do, Agent Gibbs? By the time I'm done with her, I'll be long gone," he started tracing Janie's face. "A beauty she is, I bet she-AAAHH!"

While stroking her face, Janie managed to bite his thumb, and hard. Cruz screamed in agony as she bit harder and harder. The team could see Janie's demeanour change, but her eyes changed the most. They went from the soft, steel blue to a dark, cold-blooded blue. Gibbs knew this look: he had the exact same look when he killed Pedro Hernandez. Despite Cruz's efforts to yank away from her, her grip was strong and unyielding. Finally, he punched Janie in the face which made her let go. A good chunk of Cruz's thumb was mauled up. Janie looked up at him with determined eyes, her mouth was dripping blood; her white teeth growling, stained crimson red.

"I may be a beautiful blonde, but that does NOT mean I'm weak. Like my parents, I have seen death and have walked through the darkness. I know evil, I am a Christian, I can feel it. And it seeps out of every one of your pores. No matter what you do to me, I won't break to the likes of you. And when Gibbs gets his hands on you... you're going to beg for death," she turned to the camera. "Semper fi, Jethro."

Cruz, so peeved by Janie's act of rebellion, shut the camera off. Everyone stayed quiet in shock.

When the camera shut off, Cruz turned to Janie, yanked on her hair and snarled, "I was going to go easy on you, but after that little stunt, I'm going to finish you rough and slow."

Down in Abby's lab, Abby and McGee were going over the live feed that MTAC had recorded. Gibbs was in the corner holding the photo slip of him and Chloe.

"She kept it after all these years," Gibbs thought to himself. "Did she... really love me?"

Abby stopped typing, tapped McGee's shoulder to keep going and went over to Gibbs.

"Hey," she said softly to Gibbs. "She's gonna be okay."

"I don't need blind optimism ignited now, Abbs," he told her.

"It's not blind optimism, it's hope. I can feel... connections between people. And there is a HUGE one between you and Janie. And if you feel hopeless and give up on her, Janie will give up on herself. She needs you, we all do."

"I'm not enough for her," he sombrely replied. "She needs someone more than me."

"She loves you, Gibbs."

"No she doesn't."

"She does! She told me!"

"Why hasn't she called me 'dad' yet?"

"Maybe she's waiting for the right time. She also told me a secret about you, but I'm not telling because I'm her friend and not until you accept she truly loves you."

They had a moment of silence.

"Boss," McGee said after doing his computer work. "We've managed to isolate the background noise."

They played the noise, it was a loud rumble.

"What is that?" Gibbs asked.

"It sounds like an engine," Abby noted. "And it's getting louder."

Then Abby and McGee clued in at the same time.

"Airplane!" The two nerds exclaimed.

"Which warehouse is close to the airport?" Gibbs asked.

"Ugh... there are two," McGee hesitated to say.

Ring!

Abby's cell started ringing.

"Hello?" She answered. "Yes, I'll put you on speakerphone."

"Gibbs," it was Director Vance. "Where we at?"

"There are two possible places where Cruz could be keeping Janie," Gibbs told him. "One of those goons in interrogation might have the answer."

"Gibbs, I'm not gonna let you go in there and destroy our only two suspects who might know where Julio Cruz is."

"You think I'm gonna go rogue?"

"I think when your heartstrings get pulled, your logic stays out of interrogation."

"What do you suggest we do, Director?"

Gibbs and Ziva walked in interrogation where Frank Lopez was waiting.

"Finally," Lopez complained. "I thought you guys forgot about me."

"Nope," Gibbs said calmly as he sat down in the other chair. Ziva went to the dark corner of the room.

"How you feeling, princess?" Lopez mocked Ziva. "Did I hit you too hard?"

"I'd be careful if I were you."

"What's she gonna do?" He pretended to be worried.

Gibbs looked up at Ziva and nodded his head. Ziva walked over to Lopez and slammed her hands on his ears, making him scream and hold his head down in pain.

"What the hell?!" He yelled.

"That was for hitting me," she calmly said. Then she wrapped her arm around his throat and put him in a chokehold. "This is for taking Janie."

Lopez struggled but he had no prevail against Ziva David. Lopez banged the table, begging her to stop. Gibbs, meanwhile, was just staring at his anguish. He seemed calm, almost enjoying the pain Lopez was going through.

"Tell us where the girl is and she'll let you breathe," Gibbs told him.

"Like he deserves it," Ziva growled.

"Okay! Okay!" Lopez finally yelled. "I'll tell you!"

Ziva let him go by throwing his head to the table, she walked back into a corner and crossed her arms. Lopez gasped for breath, then he told them what they needed: the address.