At some point in time, Tim was drug back to the other room where he was chained and left to wake up whenever his body decided.

And, when he did begin to wake up, he was in unbelievable pain. When he went to open his eyes, only one would obey, the other was so swollen that he could barely see out of it.

He reached up with his hand to feel his face. He flinched as he touched the bruised, swollen and cut skin.

"You're not weak, you're not weak," He began repeating softly to himself as tears filled in his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was cry. He couldn't show weakness to this man, he just couldn't! But right now, David wasn't there. He was alone. So he let some tears fall as he laid on the cold ground.

He wondered how it was that, before- when he was only ten- he seemed to have more energy than now. He got himself out last time, why not this time? Maybe it was because he had broken ribs this time, he was beaten more severely, and David was making sure Tim never saw anything other then the closed in rooms. He wouldn't know the way out of this place at all…

But he hated feeling like a victim. He hated knowing that all he could do was wait for the team to save him… if they even could.

Just then, the door began to unlock and David walked inside, carrying a chair and some rope. Tim closed his eyes, pretending he was still asleep, but David didn't buy it.

"You can pretend, Tim, but it's not gonna work."

Tim kept his eyes closed and listened as David's footsteps disappeared and returned, now bringing in something else. He listened as David set it all up. Then, for a moment, it was quiet. Just as Tim thought David left, he was jerked up off of the ground.

He gasped, then groaned in pain, unable to hide it.

David laughed as he placed Tim in the chair, making sure that he wasn't gentle as he did so.

Tim wasn't sure he could stay up in the chair, and David seemed to plan for that. Hence, the rope. He tied it around Tim before Tim could fall over, helping to hold him up.

Tim opened his one eye so he could see what was going on. Straight in front of him was a video camera with some cords attached to it that led to a laptop, which was on the floor.

Tim took a deep breath, which made him cough, which brought horrible pain to his chest.

David put a mask over his face, then went over to his laptop and pressed some buttons. "Let's get started."


"Uh, Boss?"

"What is it, Dekker?"

"I think you should see this."

"See what? I'm busy."

"The Director has had me going on sites, while I've been on desk duty, searching for child porn and… and I found this."

"Stop saying "this", Dekker. What is it?"

"I think it's that NCIS agent you know."

He jumped up from his desk and went over to Dekker's, "Oh my God," He said as he looked at the barely recognizable young man, "I gotta call Gibbs."


Gibbs had just walked into Abby's lab to see how things were going when his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID before answering, "What is it, Fornell?"

"Where are you?"

"In the lab. What's this about?"

"Put me on speaker."

"Why?"

"Just do it, Gibbs!"

Gibbs sighed and put his phone on speaker, "Okay. Now, what?"

"Abby, you there?"

Abby's eyebrows furrowed, "Yeah."

"Look up the website, prettypinkhappiness."

He was met with silence. "Humor me!"

"Com, org, net. Which one?"

"Net."

"Okay," Abby replied, turning to her computer and typing in the address. "Now what?"

"Triple click where it says 'hairstyles'."

Abby did as she was told. A few seconds later a much darker site pulled up. You could click on either 'pleasure' or 'pain'. "Whoa," She said as she looked at it, "Now what?"

"Go to pain and click on the first link."

Gibbs took a deep breath, "Tobias, you better not be wasting our time," He said, although he sort of wished this was a waste of time. He didn't want to think about what else it could be.

"I'm not."

Again, Abby did as Fornell directed. A couple of seconds after clicking on the first link, a video popped up. Abby immediately gasped, placing her hand over her mouth, "Oh my God!"

"You see it?"

It took a moment before Gibbs found his voice, "We see it. Thanks." Gibbs hung up, then called for Tony and Ziva to get down to the lab.


"What is it, B-" Tony stopped mid-word as he saw what was on the screen, "That's not… That can't be..."

Ziva cursed in Hebrew, anger quickly filling inside of her.

There was a man behind Tim, walking back and forth. They couldn't see his face because of the mask he had on.

"What's he doing?" Tony asked.

"He hasn't done anything yet," Gibbs replied.

"He hasn't done anything?" Abby questioned, tears filled in her eyes, "Have you not looked at Tim!"

"I mean on the video, Abby."

Just then, David took out a knife and cut the front of Tim's shirt right down the middle. He ripped it off as much as he could, revealing the purple and blue bruises on his stomach.

Ziva cursed again, Tony's curled his hands into a fist so tight that his knuckles were white, Gibbs could have punched a hole through the wall, and tears fell from Abby's eyes.

There was no sound with the video, but they could see David talking to Tim and, after a moment, a tear fell from Tim's good eye.

David then turned away from the camera and punched Tim in the gut.

Abby immediately looked away. She didn't want to see anything else.

For a moment she thought about bolting out of the room, then she remembered something… something she knew she should have done the first second she saw the video.

She got on her computer and started a trace on the video.

"What are you doing, Abby?" Gibbs asked after a moment.

"Hold on."

Everyone was quiet, the three agents watching Tim as Abby continued her search.

"Yes!" Abby shouted suddenly.

"What?" Tony asked.

She wrote something down, then turned to them, "This guy's an idiot! He didn't even try to hide himself! I got his location!" She turned back and grabbed the piece of paper that she had written on, then handed it to Gibbs, "That's where he is, Gibbs."

Gibbs looked at the paper, then back at Tony and Ziva, "Let's go."


I tried to make this as un-confusing as possible, but I'm sorry if it was still confusing.

Also, I know you're supposed to use "dragged" not "drug" (like I did in the first sentence), but I never say dragged (nor does anyone I know), so I use drug. It sounds better to me, even if it's wrong. Sorry if that annoys anyone.

Hope you liked the chapter :) Let me know.