A/N: Wow, I really didn't mean for it to be so long to post this chapter. I had a tiny bit of writers block in the middle of writing it and I'm trying to get these last few chapters just right. The next chapter has a lot of times lines I have to keep up with and it's going to be really difficult to write, so it might be a long time before that one is up. Only two chapter left, I never thought I'd make it this far when I started writing Cold November but I will finish this story, even if it takes me forever. Again, THANK YOU for all of the reviews, you really don't know how much I appreciate them, so keep them coming. Oh, and I'm working on the next chapter of Can't Stand The Thought, so that should be up within the next month. On with the story…

Title: Shock

Disclaimer: All of that is in the first chapter.

Rating: PG-13 (Old enough to want to the show and understand the concepts of the plot)

Summary: "The door opened and the teams of special agents were shocked to see the person that walked into the room."

"Kate, Kate," Tony called Kate's name as she started to move around in her chair.

He had been awake for a few minutes now and had been trying to get out of the handcuffs that pulled his arms behind the chair he was sitting in and the cuffs on his ankles that held his legs to the chair. Kate and Gibbs were the same way, and Jessica nowhere he could see.

"Kate, come on and wake up, we got to get out of here."

"Tony?" she said as she opened her eyes a little and looked over to him.

"Yeah, now come on, help me find away to get out of these cuffs," he said as he pulled on the set around his wrists.

Kate looked around the large basement type area, Gibbs was still knocked out beside her and Tony was on her other side trying to scoot his chair closer to hers.

"Tony, where's Jessica?" she asked, getting a little worried for the agent she had worked with for the past day and a half.

"I don't know, the faster we get out of here the faster we can find her." he said as he gave up on moving the chair when he realized the legs were bolted to the cement floor.

"Tony, Gibbs has a pretty bad cut on his head," Kate said as she motioned toward their boss.

"I know, and it's still bleeding."

"We need to wake him up."

"Ok, on the count of three call his name, 1...2...3."

"GIBBS!" the yelled together.

He started to move around in his chair slightly, giving them a better look at the wound on his head.

"Rachel, stop yelling, I'm ok." Gibbs mumbled as he opened his eyes.

Kate looked over to Tony, the look in her eyes asking him if he knew who Rachel was, but he shook his head at her unsaid question.

"Gibbs," Kate called, "are you ok?"

"Kate?" he turned his head toward her and her and Tony finally got a full view of his head injury. "Where's Jessica?" he asked as he looked around the room quickly, making his head pound worse then it already was.

"We don't know, boss. But when we get out of these cuffs I'm sure we'll find her."

There conversation was interrupted by footsteps out side the one door in the room that was off to the right of Gibbs.

"Shhh," Gibbs quieted his team as the door started to open.

The man that walked out from behind the door looked slightly familiar to Gibbs as he came closer to him, but he couldn't tell exactly who he was.

He was tall, at least 6 feet; his dirty blonde hair hung freely around his face, pieces of it falling in his eyes.

"Well, look at what the cat dragged in." he said as he walked up to Gibbs.

"Who are, and what do you want with me and my team?" Gibbs asked.

"I'll wait for my partner and we can tell you who we are. As for what we want lets just start with the little things." he walked over to a desk sitting a couple yards away and pulled out one of the drawers, ruffling through some of the papers and office supplies in the drawer he pulled a gun out.

It was a Sig Sauer, same model as the one Gibbs and his team carried, Gibbs had no doubt that it was one their own guns.

"You see, I want to kill you." he lifted the gun up and aimed it at the wall behind Gibbs, Kate and Tony.

He fired two shots over their heads, the noise echoing throughout the medium sized room.

He dropped the gun to his side, "But my partner doesn't want to kill you, thinks that we'll just let you go and we won't get cot for doing all this. But I'm smarter then that." He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, dialed a number and walked far enough away so that they couldn't hear him.

Gibbs head was hurting worse now, he could feel the blood trickling down the side of his face, it wasn't a lot but he didn't like the feeling of losing any blood right now.

The man ended his phone call and walked back up to them, "Now that my partner is on the way down here, I'll tell you who I am. I'm surprised you didn't know who I was, I mean you" he looked at Gibbs, "put my father in jail, and both of you" he turned to Tony then looked back at Gibbs, "killed my brother."

Gibbs knew exactly who he was now, Jonathan Williams. He remembered the case with his father, Jonathan Williams Sr.; he had murdered a Petty Officer, by slitting his throat seven years ago. He also remembered his brother's case; Tony had only been working at NCIS for about a month, he also had murdered a Petty Officer by slitting his throat. He hadn't been as lucky to go to jail like his father, instead he had been shot while being chased through a small patch a woods behind his house.

"So out on a killing spree, following in your father and brother's footsteps?"

"You'd think that's all I was doing, wouldn't you? Can't see the bigger picture of what your doing?" Jonathan lifted his hand and smacked the beck of his hand across Gibbs' face, all of occupants of the room jumping at the sound of his hand making contact with his wounded cheek.

Gibbs closed his eyes for a moment after being hit, he hadn't made one sound, but when he hit his already pain filled cheek it seemed to flow through his whole body.

"You don't think of what it does to a family when you take two teenage boy's father away and put him in jail," he turned to the door as he heard footsteps coming closer. "It's about time you met my partner."

The door opened and the teams of special agents were shocked to see the person that walked into the room.

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