The world had just gone black for Tim McGee. His deepest fear had just become one of his worst realities. His only consolation just before the blackness had drug him under; was that his other worst reality wasn't the one happening; neither of his families would have to live through this pain; be the target. It had been thirty-seven days since his first family had been killed; and at least now; his 2nd family would be safe.
It was dark when he opened his eyes; he couldn't see anything. His head was a floating ball of cotton and he couldn't seem to string two complete thoughts together. Obviously he was still feeling the affects of whatever they'd drugged him with. His arm hurt; like he'd been struck with something and his mouth tasted horribly like someone had poured something nasty down his throat.
What the hell happened? How did they get him? He felt like he'd been attacked from all sides; and couldn't remember a damn thing.
Think! Probie, think! - Tony's voice reverberated through his head.
Tony? Tony's here? Tony; don't leave me here! Tim's mind screamed.
Think, Probie! Pull it together! What do you remember? Tony's voice snapped him back to rational thinking.
The last thing he remembered was arguing with Kinney- what the hell had they been arguing about? Oh, yeah; now he remembered; the stupid fire alarm! Kinney had refused to believe it was a set up; and after having watched the team go through the nightmare with Tim's stalker/murder; Kinney was flipping out at the thought of dying in a fire! The idiot had pulled his weapon on Tim and Tripp; and if that wasn't enough; he'd physically hurt Tripp; and pushed both of them in turn; to the elevator; and out to the parking garage. The very last thing he remembered was seeing both Kinney and Trip drop like flies at his feet! The fear that had gripped his heart had almost choked the breath completely from his lungs. Then everything had gone black.
Now, he was here. All he could think was: Thank God; it's me and not someone else on the team. Please; God, don't let whoever this is go after anyone else. Let me be where this stops.
Wherever this was; was dark; no shred of light; taking stock of his physical situation; he found himself laying on his back on something cold and hard; very hard; he was naked. not a stitch of clothing on his body; and his legs were stretched out at angles; tied at the ankles and just below the knees to what felt like slats of a fence post. His arms were stretched out painfully tight over his head and there were wide bands of leather on each of his wrists; from what he could feel of it; pulled tautly as they were secured to something else. Since he couldn't see well in the dark; not like Abby; he couldn't tell what his wrists were ultimately attached to. He felt a patch of cool gel on his lower stomach; and a large bandage over it. What the hell had they done to him while he was out? Whatever the hell it was; was making him increasingly uncomfortable below his waist. Oh, hell! Don't tell me; they've given me some kind of enhancer crap!' Just great! So, this is about sex? Is this for real? What the hell? Tell me; this is where Tony wakes me up and laughs at the joke, right? TELL me, this isn't REAL!
Relax, McGee!
"okay, Boss" Tim whispered; grateful his mentor was still with him. Redirecting his mind; desperate to ward off the oncoming panic; he recalled the preparations he had made for this; only to come up frighteningly empty; it had never; in all his mental preparations; occurred to him that this was a possible scenario. Looking around at the blanket of darkness; he saw the telltale signs of video cameras being used; those blinking red lights gave themselves away every time. There seemed to be one in each of the four corners of the room; finally giving Tim an idea of how small the room was; seemed to be about as big as Director's Shepard's office.
So; this is personal. Whoever's doing this wants someone at NCIS; and me; to pay for something that's happened to them. Tim reasoned.
Deliberately keeping his mind working in that direction; he refused to let it go in the only other direction available in his present situation; he did not want to think about what his captors had in mind for him. But; then again; maybe if he did consider the possibilities; they wouldn't be so bad when they did come. Judging by the pain he was beginning to feel just below his waist; he seriously doubted the validity of that hope. Wait; was that voices he heard? What were they saying:
Wow; he's as gorgous as I remember; course not as gorgous as that boss of his; but since this here pretty boy stole Gibbs from me; I'll just take him instead. Looks like he handled he roofie just fine! you dose him with the other drug for me; yet? I want him rarin to ride!"
"He's ready. I put it on his stomach; you sure that topical stuff's gonna work for ya? "
"It damn well better work; damn stuff's expensive!"
"Aren't you gonna wait til he's awake?"
"Oh, no! Not for my first time; I've been waiting too damn long and it's a video chance of a lifetime. I want Gibbs to see every bit of the fun I'm gonna have with him. His entire team will get to see the fun you're gonna have with him."
"Just call me when you're done with him."
"Oh, no; you're gonna be a witness that they can see. It will make it that much more potent a punishment for the two of them; and indirectly; the rest of them; too."
"You think I want him the same way you do? You're crazy! I just wanna beat the crap outta him!"
"Just look at him! I know you want him, too!"
"Just get on with it!"
Oh GOD! Oh, Jesus; help me; Tim silently cried; his heart pounding in his chest. PLEASE!.
Relax, Tim. Take it minute by minute. Gibbs' voice resounded in his head
Gibbs? Gibbs! Oh, Thank God!
But; all this time and it had been for something he and Gibbs had done? Wait! What? He had done what? Stole Gibbs from a woman? What the hell was she talking about? How the hell does a straight guy steal a straight guy away from a woman? When was he supposed to have done this? What had he done to this man? It was pretty obvious what the woman wanted. He could probably handle that; even though it wasn't anything he wanted to handle. This is crazy! Alex, I'll take one of Tony's stupid Twilight Zone episodes for $1,000; please? Just take this punk'd episode away; NOW! She HAS to be jokin! Who the hell would choose Tim McGee over Gibbs anyway? He; steal Gibbs away from a woman? Yeah; right! What the hell's she been sniffin?
What did I tell you? Relax! stop giving your mind the chance to let you get buried under this
"Thank you so much. Boss." Tim whispered. Closing his eyes to near slits in the darkness; he felt his skin crawl as he heard the whisper of their clothing when they moved. Soon; he could feel the woman's breath on his crotch as she apparently found something to hold her interest there. He felt his body continue to react to whatever had been applied to his stomach; his maleness now most painfully swollen; his vision blurred once again.
Relax ! Gibbs' voice hadn't left him; thankfully; but the testerone push he'd been given was beginning to override even that much needed voice of reason.
He was becoming more angry by the minute and it was all he could do to keep his mouth shut and stay still; when all he really wanted to do was scream at her and teach her a lesson of his own. As her hands and breath and hair began to be used to torment his already overly-sensitized skin; and private areas where she seemed focused; Tim's breathing became hard and erratic; his heart still pounding; he began to panic; and had to draw strength from the recesses of his mind where he kept those memories he had worked so damn hard to store up:
"McGee! You will NOT have a panic attack! You got me? Now, relax; calm your breathing down, right now! Deep breath in; deep breath out! That's right; keep doing it; calm. yourself. down."
He silently offered his gratitude to the man who'd gotten him through so much; praying he'd stay with him; help get him through this:
Thanks Boss!
"McGee...If you let yourself get all worked up about it like this; then you take away your ability to think straight about it; about anything!"
"Yes, Boss!'; Tim silently offered. He remembered Gibbs had said that to him that first night he'd had felt he was in trouble. God, had it only been 46 days ago? Tim remembered keeping track of the days; wanting to keep it all written in facts for the team for when this happened. Thank God! Gibbs is still here!
A light was turned on; so it illuminated the table well. Forcing himself to calm down and keep his eyes closed; Tim could barely hold back the fear that was steadily beginning to fill his mind.
The woman's voice broke through his thoughts:
You are such a beautiful specimen! I need to hurry up and harness you before it's too late! Suddenly; a lightening bolt of pain shot through him as she snapped a ring on his already painful arousal; she'd been deliberately working over. A loud cry of pain escaped him; having finally lost control of the situation.
SShh. It's okay. Relax; Tim.
As he suspected; it only gave her cause to smile; increasing her enjoyment of her torture. It wasn't bad enough they'd drugged him to get him here; drugged with something different; apparently to get a literal rise out of him; make him easy for her to play with; molest. He continued to feel it build up within him; now to the point he was in physical pain while angrier than he'd ever experienced in his entire life; ready to rip his arms out of their sockets to get ahold of her and teach her a lesson. Instead; all he could do was work to breathe through the pain and the overloading of his brain as she continued to play with him. Maybe, he'd be lucky and she'd been waiting so long; it wouldn't take her long to go away happy. God; he hoped so!
It's okay, Son; let it out!
Boss! Help me! A minute later; feeling like she'd just ripped him apart; Tim's scream of pain shattered the quiet and bounced off the walls as it tore from his lungs as impaled herself on him so completely; in one harsh; and unending move; it was all he could do to breathe; the pain wave rode through him so thoroughly.
"Oh, God! Boss! HELP ME! Tim cried out silently. Oh, God; BOSS!! TONY!! HELP ME PLEASE!
I know it hurts,Tim. I know right now, you don't know where you're gonna find the strength to go on. Don't give them this. You have to calm down. I remember, Boss. Thank you. Please don't leave me. Tim's mind cried She smiled at the nearest camera
"Ah, so, you like this; do you? I've been waiting so long for you! Be sure and smile for your boss; he's watching you know. Just look into the camera; let him know how much you're enjoying our little ride, hmm?" As she continued to repeatedly throw herself down on him; he could barely hold back the tears of pain.
It's okay, Son; let it out
I love it when you scream for me! She chortled loud enough for the camera.
It's okay to cry, Tim.
As he heard Gibbs; still here for him; reminding him to let go; Tim felt his tears slip beneath his eyelids and roll down his face.
Thanks Boss; he whispered as the darkness reached out for him and embraced him;