Kate was growing more and more worried. Tony knew better than to just not show up to work. Somethingis wrong. It has to be. She couldn't concentrate on the reports any longer. Gibbs walked by. "Hey Gibbs, can I ask you a favor?"

He walked up to her desk and leaned over it. "Yeah? What?" he asked.

Kate spoke frankly. "I'm worried about Tony, Gibbs. It's not like him to just not come in to work. And he's not answering his cell. Would it be ok if I went over to his apartment…just to check on him and make sure he's ok? I just—I have this feeling that I can't get rid of. I think something's wrong."

Gibbs rolled his eyes slightly. "Ok. But if you see him there, and he's not dead or deathly ill, just laying on his ass doing nothing, you tell him he's fired. Ok? And I want you back here within an hour. Probie can't work this case all by his lonesome."

Kate was up and had her coat on before he finished. "Thanks boss." She grabbed her keys and hurried out.

She knew how to get toTony's apartment. She'd made the drive only two days ago.

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Knock, knock. Tony opened the door. "Hey, Beautiful!" he exclaimed. That familiar million-dollar grin lit up his face. "And you brought Chinese. God, I've found the perfect woman!" He swept her into his arms and kissed her. She laughed and pulled away. "Tony, you're going to spill the food!"

After they ate they settled down on the couch to watch a movie. Kate had brought over "Sweet Home Alabama." Tony groaned when she popped it into the DVD player.

"Shut up, Tony," Kate laughed. "You know you secretly love this movie!"

Tony rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I'll watch it, but you'd better think of something good to make it up to me! And next time we'll watch a real movie, like James Bond. Or Indiana Jones!"

She laughed and cuddled close to him, laying her head on his chest as the movie began. "Hush, Tony. It's starting."

Towards the end of the movie he felt her breathing deepen. She'd fallen asleep. He picked up the remote, trying not to wake her with his movement, and shut off the movie. In the darkness he laid his head on top of hers gently and closed his eyes. He couldn't ever remember being as happy as he was as this moment.

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Kate stood in front of his apartment door, knocking. Louder and louder. There was no answer. Kate, you're just being paranoid. Tony is going to laugh at you when he finds out. Frustrated, she tried the doorknob. To her surprise, it swung open. "Tony?" she called. Only silence greeted her as she stepped into the apartment. She walked further into the apartment.

"Tony? Hello? Anybody home?" She called. She walked over to the table in the foyer. His keys lay there, next to some papers. If his keys are here, then he must be here. But she heard nothing. No movement, no television, no radio. Just silence. She quickly moved into the living room. Nothing. No one in the kitchen. No one in the bedroom. No one in the bathroom.

The apartment was empty. Don't panic, Kate, he's fine. I'm going to kill him when I find out he's just playing some joke on us. She returned to the entrance. His keys are still here, though. Something's wrong.

She picked up one of the pieces of paper that had handwriting on it. She couldn't get over the uncomfortable feeling that she was snooping in Tony's private life. They' weren't yet to that point in their relationship where she felt comfortable examining things in his apartment.

She read the paper. "I've left to sort a few things out. Personal things. Don't look for me. Tony DiNozzo." She read out loud. This doesn't sound like Tony at all. She rifled through the other papers there, found a grocery list. She held the two pieces of paper up together. Even to her untrained eyes, the handwriting on the two looked drastically different. She set the piece of paper down quickly, hurried to the kitchen, and came back with some Ziploc bags. She slid the piece of paper into one of them, andflipped open her cell phone.

"Gibbs? It's Kate. I…I don't know exactly how to say this…But I think someone's taken Tony. He's gone, but his keys are still here. No, I haven't checked the parking garage yet. There's a note, but I don't think it's Tony's handwriting. No, nothing else is out of place…it just doesn't seem right, Gibbs. I just have a feeling about this…Intuition, Gibbs, it's called intuition. Wait—" her eyes caught the white handkerchief lying on the floor. She took a pen from her purse and gently lifted the cloth. It was dried out and slightly crusty, as if it had been soaked with a liquid. She brought it close to her and sniffed. It had a slightly sweet smell to it. "Chloroform. Gibbs, I'm positive he's been taken…Ok, I'll wait for you here." She hung up. Help was on the way. Please let us find him…fast.

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TBC…sorry this chapter was a little shorter…Let the reviews commence! R and R, please!

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