Gibbs slipped the photos into a spare evidence bag and slipped it into his pocket. He flipped open his phone and dialled McGee's number.
"McGee, I need you and Ziva up here now." He didn't wait for an answer before hanging up and exiting the room. He headed straight for Hiskett's office on the floor below and barged in the room without knocking. Her head shot up at the disturbance and she frowned heavily at the intruder.
"Special Agent Gibbs, I have given you plenty of leeway since this silliness began but I draw the line at you barging into my office."
"Well I'm sorry, Miss Hiskett," Gibbs spoke, sounding anything but sincere, "but I have reason to believe my agent has gone missing, possibly taken against his will."
Miss Hiskett raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"
Gibbs pulled the evidence bag from his pocket and threw it onto the desk in front of him. Miss Hiskett picked it up and examined it.
"I gave that to him."
"He could have dropped it."
"It has blood on it."
Miss Hiskett shrugged. "Paper cut."
Gibbs slammed his hands down on the desk and leaned over heavily. "My agent is missing and I will turn this place upside down until I find him, whether or not you decide to help me," he said with his most threatening voice.
"I'll begin a full search, ward by ward," she spoke, her voice wavering in fear.
Gibbs pushed himself off the desk. "Good choice." He snatched the evidence bag off Miss Hiskett and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.
"Boss," a voice called from behind him. Gibbs spun and came face to face with McGee and Ziva. "What's going on?" McGee asked. Gibbs handed the evidence bag over.
"Tony's missing."
McGee knew not to question Gibbs on matters such as this. His gut instincts were stronger than the coffee he drank.
"Miss Hiskett's organising a hospital-wide search. I want you two to oversee it. Check every cupboard and under every bed; I want the hospital grounds searched from top to bottom, get dogs out here if you need to; leave no stone unturned and don't stop until you've found him."
McGee nodded. "Understood." He immediately got his cell phone out of his pocket and began organising sniffer dogs and back up agents.
Ziva turned to Gibbs. "We'll find him."
"Not if we stand around here we won't," he replied curtly. "I don't want to see either of you unless Tony's with you," he added before walking off.
Gibbs sighed heavily. He knew this idea of Tony's was a bad one. Ever since he'd suggested someone go undercover, Gibbs had had a bad feeling. He should have kept a better eye on Tony; he should have pulled him out of there. Gibbs fished into his pocket for his phone and pressed three on the speed dial.
"Abby 'the best forensic scientist in the whole wide world' Sciuto, how may I help you?" Abby answered in her usual oddball, chirpy way.
"Did you stick a transmitter on Tony?" Gibbs asked.
"Why? Did Tony tell you I did?" Abby replied.
"This isn't a time for games, Abs, did you or did you not place a transmitter on Tony?"
"Geez! Yes, okay? It was just plan B Gibbs, Tony didn't even want to have one but I persuaded him, please don't blame him, it was my idea-"
"Trace him."
"What?"
"Are you going deaf from that music you listen to? Trace Tony!"
"Is Tony in trouble?" Abby asked, recognising Gibbs' crabbiness as worry. She pushed her chair away from the evidence table and towards the computer desk. Her fingers flew over the keys expertly. The answer to her question was confirmed when Gibbs didn't answer her.
"Just find him," he spoke.
The computer beeped and Abby bit her lip. "I can't get a fix."
"Why not?"
"Who knows, Gibbs. He could have gotten the transmitter wet; it could be damaged; he could be too far away to trace; he could be somewhere the signal doesn't penetrate; any number of reasons."
"Dammit."
"I'm sorry, Gibbs."
Gibbs calmed instantly at Abby's guilty voice. "It's not your fault, Abs."
"You'll find him, Gibbs," Abby managed to get in before Gibbs hung up the phone.