It had been a rough day at the office and Tony was ready to hit the hay. His mind had been on this case for almost a week now. An almost week of no sleep, barely any food, and running on caffeine. McGee had passed out at his desk multiple times, and more than likely he did, if the bruises from the headslaps proved anything. The only people that hadn't fallen asleep were Ziva, and Gibbs himself.
He got out of his car and made the slow trek up to his apartment. The hair on his neck stood up as he got the feeling that he was being watched. He turned around to see the barrel of a pistol looking back at him. He looked up to see the face of the person holding said weapon, and a confused expression passed over his face.
"Thought you were in prison?" The man smiled an evil grin.
"Plans change. Just like yours." Before Tony could react, the man dealt a forceful blow to Tony's head, knocking him unconscious. Tony fell to the ground with a thud, his things scattering around him. The man quickly pocketed his weapon and heaved Tony into his stolen vehicle. His plans were going well so far.
~20 minutes later~
Ziva just pulled into the apartment's parking lot when she saw something suspicious. She looked over at Tony's car, noticing that he was absent. She got out of her own vehicle and stopped when she noticed Tony's things on the ground. She leaned down to look. It was Tony's go-bag, his wallet, phone, keys, and badge. His gun, however, was gone. Her gut was in overdrive. Something was definitely wrong. As she was about to pick up his phone, her own rang, startling her. She pulled it out of her pocket and didn't recognize the caller ID. She hit the answer button and nearly dropped the phone when she heard what the caller was saying.
As she hung up, their words rang through her mind over and over again.
"Ray Cruz has escaped from prison." She needed to call Gibbs. Now.