Disclaimer: What? I don't own NCIS? They lied to me… :'(

Recap:

"It's okay Breena. Gibbs will find us."

"How can you be so sure? We're god knows where held by god knows who and…"

"Because, my dear." He sighed softly. "He's Gibbs. That's who he is and that's what he does. He'll find us." He looked around the room, observing their surroundings. "He has to."

After Gibbs spent some time down in autopsy drinking he finally gathered his bearings and headed back upstairs to see if his team had found anything yet. No matter what, he concluded, he would not get his hopes up. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to try with everything he has to bring everybody home safe. When he reached the bullpen he found the three people he now considered to be his children hard at work, trying very hard to find something that would be of use. He was getting impatient, and as soon as he opened his mouth to tell them so his phone rang.

"Gibbs."

"Hey it's Abby. I have something."

"I'll be right down Abs." He said as he made his way towards the lab. When he got there Abby had a smile plastered on her face.

"What Abby?"

"I ran the blood Tony and Ziva found in the car. It does not match Ducky, Breena, Shannon, or Kelly."

"Who does it match then, Abs?"

She smiled. "It matches a man named Jose Lopez. He worked with Abran Garcia doing a lot of drug trafficking. Here's the thing though Gibbs. Guess."

"Abs," he warned.

She sighed. "Fine. According to the FBI database, Jose has been dead for six years. So that begs the question – why would six year old blood be found on a recent crime scene?"

Gibbs just stared at her, waiting for Abby to continue. "I have a theory. If I'm right can you get me a-" She smiled as Gibbs produced a Caf-Pow! From behind his back. "Never mind," She said as she took the beloved beverage and sipped it. "Alright, well I think someone close to him placed his blood there as a message to you. This sounds crazy, but maybe whoever did this froze the blood all those years ago and then defrosted it to put in the car. Bottom line, Gibbs: everything in that car was staged and put there for a reason."

"There have been crazier things Abs."

"I know, I know. That's the scary part." She took another sip.

"Thanks Abs."

"Anytime Gibbs." She smiled; and Gibbs went upstairs to the squad room to fill in his team.

It was hot outside – and sandy. Well, after all, we are in a desert, he thought as he unlocked the guarded door and entered that small room as he had done many times before. It was morning, so it was time to feed them their breakfast. They did kidnap them after all, but the boss didn't want them dead. He couldn't imagine why though. None of the workers could. But of course, they were paid for their discretion and their lack of questions. So he went through with his daily routine. He entered the room with a tray holding 2 bowls of cereal and 2 cups of water. The room wasn't so bad, really. It could've been much worse. It was lit, with a wood floor and a double bed for them to sleep on. There was a bookshelf with some books – and hey, they even had a TV. The room was cleaned by one of the workers daily. There was even a fan in the room, and a dresser with some clothes for them. When he entered the room he placed the tray on the nightstand and turned to leave. Before he left and locked the door though, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for what he was doing. He didn't know why the boss even captured them in the first place or why he kept them for this long. It's only been a couple years, but that could seem like an eternity for captives. He should know. He sighed and turned to close the door, again locking the mother and daughter in, hiding them from the world.