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"Hello, Gibbs." A slick European voice hissed into his ear. You could defiantly tell it was French but there were defiantly hints of German, Irish, Russian, and more noticeably, Italian. Gibbs turned around and was met with a face he'd seen before. John-Luc La Nuit. John-Luc smiled, noticing Gibbs' reaction.

"We thought you might like to know your little friend called the cops." La Nuit gestured into the café. La Nuit had one back up, a short guy with a mustiest. Gibbs glared at McGee. "Would you like to come with us. Maybe we can arrange something- we have a French Press." It was all Gibbs needed to hear. Willingly, and quite happily, he went with them into a sleek mini cooper, that seemed much larger from the inside.

The car started with a whir and the three drove for about ten minutes before pulling up to a very large house, or rather, mansion. It was really quite beautiful, but, when you were with the leader of the French-Canadian Mafia, (Though Gibbs recalled something about them wanting become more politically correct as well as legally correct and calling themselves the French-Canadian Organized Crime Unit Without admitting we did anything wrong. Most people still considered them a Mafia, and no amount of lawyers were going to change that. But on their behalf, they hadn't killed anyone of late.)

Screams echoed through the house. La Nuit bowed his head and shook it lightly.

"Tickle torture. It's a messy job, but someone has to do it." it was bit hard for Gibbs not to shudder at the very thought of someone doing something so horrible to another human. He'd tried tickle torture once with Abby when she was being stubborn and wouldn't tell him anything. He'd almost lasted an hour but then, neither he nor Abby could stand it anymore. Ducky, who's held her down for 15 minutes , before giving up, saying he couldn't bear to see one friend do this to another.

Later, after it was all done, Ducky had made Gibbs and Abby sign an agreement saying that they would never, ever, ever again resort to such measures.

All the female NCIS employee's minus one and plus Freddy, were delighted when firemen, clad in red arrived. Hoses drawn, they were slightly confused when they realized the building was not up in smoke or on fire in any way shape or form. It'd been a month without even the tiniest of fires, and although that was a good thing, the firemen were bored to tears.

They'd even tried to set a building one fire, but their attempt at arson was no use. They were just to good at preventing fires to start one.

"We could just spray a bunch of water at the building." an anonymous fireman suggested. You could practically hear him shrugging as he said it. After a few mumbled agreements the firemen turned their hoses on low to minimize the amount of water they used.

"Um, Gibbs kinda, might have, gone bye-bye?" McGee tried weakly, saying it in French of course, as he explained to the Police officers, why Gibbs wasn't there. They didn't believe he ever had been there. They'd tried to find hairs of something or anything in the spot where Gibbs had been but, there was nothing.

"We simply can't believe you. Maybe if you had some ID…" suggested the officer who looked at his watch. He'd been there for nearly an hour already, and he really did not want to miss CSI. It was a new episode. Of course, he would have wanted to see it even if it had been a re-run. He just loved it so. It didn't matter to him that they didn't to anything like real life.

"But I don't have any ID. He kidnapped me!" McGee was quite close to jumping on a table and throwing a tantrum, in fact, the only thing stopping him was that he knew people here and didn't want to see him acting stupid.

Once again, the officer did not believe McGee. It wasn't logical. Why would you Capture someone then let them go? Or if this Tim characters story was true, make him go get you coffee? Some people would do anything to get attention, which reminded the police officers of the times he'd jumped on a table in Washington, DC then saw someone he knew. Her name had been…. Well, he couldn't really remember, but he'd been in Florida for spring break when he met her, she'd just won a wet t-shirt contest. Then, he'd seen her again, wearing a secret service badge. And he'd been jumping on the table.

Really, it hadn't been one of his greatest moments. He shook his head to rid it of the thoughts.

"I can't- no I don't- believe you." the officer shrugged and turned slowly to leave, waiting for McGee to jump upon his ankles and confess everything. He was part right.

McGee jumped from his spot and grabbed onto the officers ankles, tears welling in his eyes.

"Please! My boss was there, and I'm really worried about him!" McGee kicked his feet a few times.

"Fine. I suppose I could take you to the scene and let you show me some evidence." scoffed the officer as he and McGee headed to the bushes where Gibbs had been.

"Ah-Ha!" McGee sneered pointing at a match box on the ground, "it could be a clue."

The officer sneered yet again, and hoped the wind would not change directions while he did so. He didn't want it to freeze that way, but the officers gasped when he saw the matchbox.

"Oh my goodness!" he looked at the small writing on the front which read; 'This is the official matchbox of John-Luc La Nuit, leader of the French-Canadian Organized Crime Unit Without admitting we did anything wrong.. If found please return to;' the address was to smudged to read.

"Gibbs was kidnapped by the mafia?' McGee was quite scared.

"They're probably tickling him as we speak." McGee gasped and whispered 'no'.

TBC….