Chapter 37
The others heard Morgan and Prentiss asking for help. They all ran in the direction they had taken. After a few minutes, Ziva, who was in front of all of them, stopped and crouched looking at the floor.
" There's blood here, Gibbs. "
It looked like someone had a fight there, blood a few spots in front of them. Blood, but not their agents.
" Alright. We keep heading this way. " Said Gibbs " Once we hit an intersection we split up again. "
They started walking, and then split up.
Gibbs and Hotchner went straight ahead, guns and flashlights in hand. The only sound coming from Hotchner's almost-silent footsteps.
They were walking for almost twenty-five minutes when they heard voices coming from somewhere ahead. They couldn't understand what they were saying at first, but when they got close they could hear pretty well.
" Just waiting a few more minutes. The longer I stay in your form, the more of your brain I manage to 'download'. I bet in a matter of minutes I'll have her location. "
Gibbs and Hotchner looked at each other for a second, both confused. That didn't make any sense.
" There's no way she'll fall for it. She's too smart. "
It was the same voice, but it was different. The first time it talked it seemed happier, now it was angry.
" Oh, but she will. Because I'll will know just what to say. " Said the voice again in a happy tone. " And she'll trust me, because she trusts you. I can see, you know. Inside your head, how much you care for her, how you can see that she cares for you and your brother. How does it make you feel? To know that it will be your hands, your face that will kill her? Choke her to death? Her big hero hunter, her big brother, his will be the last face she'll see. Not to mention your beloved nephews, they will forever believe that you were the one to kill their 'mommy'. "
They heard what could be a low growl.
" You know, Sammy was right, there is such a thing of too much of my own voice. " Said the voice, in an angry tone again.
Gibbs recognized the voice, it was Dean Winchester. But he seemed to be talking to himself. He turned to Hotchner and mouthed ' Dean Winchester '. That seemed to make the FBI agent recognize the voice too.
" Told you. " They heard another voice say.
" I think you hurt my feelings. " Said Dean again in a mocking voice. " I think you deserve a good kick in the head. To have some manners kicked into you. "
They heard what sounded like a kick, and what sounded like an exclamation of pain.
" You bastard, get away from him! " Growled the second voice.
They slowly reached an area with soft lights coming from a few lanterns, but in the darkness of the tunnels it seemed like a beacon of light. They turned off the flashlights and approached, taking extra care not to get seen or heard.
What they saw confused them, to say the least. They blinked a few times to make sure they were seeing right.
Dean Winchester, holding a gun, was standing in front five people tied to pipes. Agents Morgan and Prentiss seemed to be unconscious, with their backs to the others. Facing Dean were three men, all dressed in only their underwear, two with t-shirts. What baffled them was the identity of the men. McGee, Sam Winchester and, Dean Winchester!