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The man kicked the pieces of broken glass that lay on the floor scattered in random patterns matching the rest of the disorder in the room. He pursed his lips as he looked around seeing broken lamps, a flipped couch and picture frames broken on the floor. It looked like one hell of a fight. This man was well dressed, black suit and black tie, it had expensive written all over him, but also power in the way he stood. He placed his hands in his pockets and looked once more at the mess.
"You know, it would have been easier if you would have just talked. If you had done that instead of knock out some of my men then there wouldn't be a mess, now would there?" The man said as his other men tied down an older gentleman along with his gothic wife. The man tied to the chair's face was covered in blood due to a blow to the side of his head thanks to a broken side table leg. His gothic wife was shaking making it look as though her chair was experiencing a slight earthquake. The tied down man did not answer the well-dressed man's question, he turned his head away as a gesture to his silence.
"I know that you snuck into my agency with your colleague and used a piece of government property when it wasn't yours to use. And now your friend could possibly screw up my whole entire operation, did you know that?" The well-dressed man leaned in closer to him holding onto the handles of the chair and staring right into his face. After he stated his comment he spit in the man's eye causing his wife to let out a small gasp.
"You know I was told that you and your friend have a reputation at NCIS for sticking your nose into places it shouldn't be! Now I want you to tell me why your friend is sticking his nose in my company's business and what he plans to do, and if you don't I won't play nice with your wife; however, you should thank me for picking a day that your kids and your friends kids are visiting their so-called grandfather so they don't have to see this. Now are you going to cooperate with me, Special Agent Timothy McGee! huh! Special? There ain't nothing special with you, your just a middle aged man who has a brain for technology," the well-dressed man threatened. "I noticed that your friend's wife is also missing, she cannot be tracked…so my only guess is that she is with her sweet husband somewhere where they are not supposed to be, am I correct?" McGee nodded slowly still refusing to look at the man.
"And you helped them didn't you! You figured out how to use MY time travelling device and YOU showed them how to use it and now they are back 25 years into the past and they should not be there!"
"Why? Some government operation is going on there?" McGee asked as he finally chose to look at the man. "You hired his daughter and she goes missing, you should have thought it through before you kidnapped her and brought her back 25 years!" McGee threatened. The man let out a small chuckle amused by McGee's effort in standing up to him.
The man walked around them and he looked at McGee's wife. He found it rather odd that a middle aged woman still wore short skirts but with the make-up and anti-aging products these days she pulled it off. He came to admire what he was looking at until he noticed something black appear upon her thigh. He stopped his pacing and stared at it as words began to form on her leg. This too caught her attention as well as McGee's.
"Tell me Abby, do you normal wear tattoos that magically appear on your skin without contact?" the man asked as he started to read the message upon her leg. He smiled in satisfaction as he read the words out loud.
"Well, well, well looks like they have figured it out and they are trying to communicate with you." The man began to laugh; this was becoming too easy for him. "Well I guess we will send people and we will surprise them." The man's smile grew larger and larger.
"What do we do Mr. Woods?" asked one of the men who tied down both McGee and Abby.
"Put them into the car and clean up the house and make it look like nothing's happened, then send a text message using Mr. McGee's phone letting the old retired grandfather known as Leroy Jethro Gibbs know that something came up in work that involves travelling and they would request that the kids stay a bit longer with him. Now I will go back to HLCIS and sort this little situation out," the well-dressed man known as Mr. Woods ordered as his men nodded and did what they were told. Abby and McGee were both untied from the chairs and were forcefully brought into the back of the large HLCIS car while Mr. Woods the founder of HLCIS sat in the front keeping an eye on them through the rear-view mirror. McGee held Abby's hand, after learning that humans were tested by the writing from the tattoo he just knew that he and Abby were not safe.
