7.

"Clarissa! Rissa, where are you?" A ruffled young woman struggled with the police guard on the banquet room door. When she spotted the child running to her, the woman kicked the police officer in the shin and elbowed her way past him.

Clarissa threw herself into the woman's arms, sobbing.

Fornell quickly waved off the mildly injured officer. "The nanny?" he asked Teasdale who looked relieved at her arrival.

"Yes, that's Jenny." He moved quickly across the room. "Thank heavens you're here."

"Any word on Laurel?" she asked, pushing her thick auburn hair back.

"Not yet. We have all the home and office phones routed here."

"Isn't there anything else we can do?" Jenny asked, still holding Clarissa in her arms.

"You could answer some questions, if you would," Gibbs interjected.

"Of course. And you are?"

"NCIS. Special Agent Jethro Gibbs. This is Agent Tobias Fornell of the FBI."

"Jennifer Slocum, although you probably know that." She shook both men's hands. "NCIS? Why are the Navy cops involved in this?"

"One of my men was taken while attempting to stop the kidnapping." Gibbs gave her points for recognizing the agency.

"He wasn't very good at it, was he?" the nanny snapped.

"Jen, he managed to save Rissa. They tried to take both my girls. And he was unarmed at the time."

"It was kinda scary, Jenny, but cool. He jumped in the van and grabbed me away from bad man's hands. Then he flew me to daddy!" Clarissa, much recovered from the situation, stuck her arms out to the side, making whooshing sounds. "He was so handsome! Just like a prince from a fairy tale."

Jennifer hid a smile when she saw the startled reactions of the missing man's coworkers. "Tall, dark and handsome, Rissa? Or tall, blond and handsome like your father?"

"Tall, dark and handsome! He was bee-you-ti-ful!"

Too bad Tony isn't here." Ducky smiled.

Gibbs snorted. "His ego is big enough already."

Any other comments died quickly when the phone rang. Teasdale waited until he was signaled to pick the receiver up in unison with the FBI agent manning the recording equipment.

McGee called Abby to begin remote tracing while he did the same from his laptop.

"Teasdale."

"Mr. Teasdale, I believe I have something you might want returned." The voice was heavily disguised.

"I want to speak with her."

"That might be arranged. But first I think we should discuss the reward for her return."

"How much?"

"Ten million sounds reasonable, don't you think?"

"I'll get it. When and where?"

"Don't be in such a hurry. My…partner is looking forward to some time alone with her."

"Don't you touch her, you bastard! Do you hear me? If you touch a hair on her head, I'll hunt you down no matter where you hide."

"I wouldn't be making threats if I were you, Thomas! Not if you want your precious little princess back in one piece. Understand? If all you want to do is threaten me rather than discuss how to get your daughter back, I'll hang up."

"No! Wait! I'm sorry. You don't have to hurt her. I'll do whatever you want." Teasdale struggled to rein in his temper. "What about Tony?"

There was momentary silence over the line.

"Is he still alive?"

"Who?"

"Tony. The man you took with my daughter. Is he okay?"

"You know him?" The caller appeared puzzled.

"Boss?" McGee whispered to Gibbs. "We've got something. Abby's been monitoring Tony's cell. That's what the kidnapper is using. I think we can triangulate the location."

"Do it."

"Wait! Don't hang up!" Teasdale cried out.

"I'll be calling back. Wait for my call." With that the kidnapper disconnected.

McGee's fingers flew over his keyboard while he muttered over his headset with Abby. A few seconds later, he grinned. "Got 'em!" He pulled a map up on his computer screen.