Somewhere Outside Miami, Florida

After leaving the hotel, Garrett had managed to get a private jet to move Kellie down to Florida. He kept her sedated until he had her secured at the new location.

Eventually, Kellie slowly started to wake up. The first thing she noticed was the ceiling looked strangely familiar. Then she realized she was laying on a bed.

Kellie sat up and had to stop herself, feeling the nausea she'd been struggling with for weeks.

As Kellie tried to get her bearings, she realized she'd been in this cabin before. It looked exactly the same as it did when Ethan had held her there and raped her.

Realizing, she hadn't been handcuffed, Kellie went to swing her legs to get off the bed. She found one of her ankles had been shackled. The chain was attached to bed which was bolted to the floor.

"I hope you find the accommodations to your liking," Garrett said, standing at the end of the bed, "You did enjoy them so much the first time."

Kellie closed her eyes as if she could somehow wish herself out of the situation. Garrett moved to the side of the bed, bending to look Kellie in the face.

"Unlike my brother, I did do you the courtesy of allowing you to move about somewhat freely," Garrett said, touching Kellie's cheek.

Kellie shoved Garrett. Then went to use her unshackled foot to kick him. However, the movement and the nausea caused her to fall back on the bed.

"I'd advise against violent moves if I were you," Garrett said, straddling Kellie on the bed and holding her arms down, "You have a lot more to lose than you might think."

"You forget one thing, Garrett," Kellie said, "I'm dying. As long as my children are safe from you, there's nothing holding me back from making sure that situation stays permanent. Whatever it takes. I'd say you have everything to lose. What idiot takes a dying pissed off mother to the middle of nowhere…oh that's right you."

Garrett lost control and slapped her.

Realizing he needed to control himself, Garrett quickly moved away from Kellie.

"There's bottled water in the fridge," Garrett said, "Someone will be by with dinner later."

"Like I'd eat or drink anything you gave me," Kellie said.

"I have a vested interest in keeping you alive as you'll eventually figure out," Garrett said, "You're of no value to me dead yet."

Garrett slammed the door behind him as he left.

Kellie might have panicked except the nausea and dehydration got the better of her. Her last thought before unconsciousness claimed her was her pants felt strangely tight.

Washington D.C.

Gibbs returned to his house and noticed the front door was cracked open. He pulled his gun before slowly entering the house.

Gibbs founds himself pointed a gun at Jason who was sitting on his couch. Jason had left his guns sitting out on the coffee table.

Jason put his hands in the air.

"Put your hands down, Morgan," Gibbs said, holstering his gun, "Do you want to explain to me why I shouldn't have you hauled in for breaking and entering?"

"The door was unlocked," Jason said, putting his hands down.

"You think you're funny," Gibbs said, "Why is Sonny Corinthos right hand man sitting in my living room?"

"I want in on NCIS's investigation," Jason said.

"What investigation?" Gibbs said, "You're going to have to be more specific."

"You've been investigating Garrett Esoterra," Jason said, "Now he's resurfaced, kidnapping my wife. I thought maybe we could share information."

"Any information you might share with me probably isn't legal," Gibbs said, "That doesn't seem like a fair trade. I don't my superiors would be okay with me sharing government information with a mob hitman. You'd probably have better luck with the PCPD."

"What are the chances Kellie is still even in their jurisdiction?" Jason asked.

"Isn't that you have your little jackal friend for?" Gibbs replied.

"He's working on it," Jason said, "But NCIS has been tracking him for years. I figure you might have a leg up on this, save some time, and get to Kellie sooner."

"You're acting like your wife is incapable of turning the tables on Garrett," Gibbs said, "I'd expect that she's devising a plan to get free and lead us to Garrett."

"Have you read the reports from the kidnapping yet?" Jason asked.

"Not yet," Gibbs said, "We know Garrett has her and we're trying to pick up his movements. Unfortunately, we haven't been able to figure out who all his associates are. What aren't you telling me?"

"Kellie passed out," Jason said, "That's why Garrett was able to take her."

"Passed out because he chloroformed her?" Gibbs asked.

"Passed out because she might be pregnant," Jason said, "or have cancer. We don't know for sure yet."

"You don't know," Gibbs said, "It seems like knowing if someone of your wife's notoriety is pregnant would be something Kellie would figure out fairly quickly. You two have been together for how long now."

"Kellie didn't think she could get pregnant," Jason said.

"You really expect me to believe that," Gibbs said, "Do you want to explain to me how that's possible?"

"Helena Cassadine," Jason said.

"I'm sorry asked," Gibbs said, "I don't want to know."

Neither one spoke.

"Look, I came to you because I thought you'd be willing to help," Jason said, " Despite the animosity you pretend to have towards Kellie."

"Oh there's no pretend about that," Gibbs said.

"Did you or did you not threaten me if I hurt Kellie?" Jason asked.

"Hearsay," Gibbs said.

"My profession aside, Kellie's an innocent victim in this," Jason said, "along with the child she could be carrying. Right now I have nothing out of Port Charles. The boat they were on disappeared and there's no trace. He could have gone anywhere with her. But if you're not going to help, I'll just be on my way."

Jason stood up.

"Sit back down, Morgan," Gibbs said, "I'll help you. But there are a few things we need to discuss first."