Wow! You all are totally amazing! Thanks for the reviews; they made me feel really good.:-) As promised, here's the next chapter sooner than the last...I should be able to update about once a week from here on out. Enjoy!

Chapter Seven: Oh, God

Woody knocked on Nigel's hotel door. "Hey, Nige! You seen Jordan?" he called through the door.

It swung open, with a sleepy-looking Nigel on the other side. "No, Woodrow," he answered. "She is staying in your room…why would she come see me?"

Woody fidgeted a bit. "I don't know…it's just that she hasn't come back yet, so I thought maybe she stopped by to see you."

Nigel rubbed his eyes. "Well, she hasn't. Have you tried her cell?"

"Yeah," Woody said. He sighed. "I'm going to go down to the lobby…see if she's there. Call me if she shows up, okay?"

"Sure." Nigel watched Woody go, knowing the man was worried. Jordan was probably just taking her time…but still, Nigel felt a bit uneasy himself.

Jordan wasn't in the lobby, so Woody went outside and started retracing his steps back to the bar. On his way, he called Jordan several times, but didn't get an answer.

She wasn't anywhere. Now, Woody was beginning to panic. He found the drug store and went right up to the cashier. He flipped out his badge and a picture of Jordan that he carried in his wallet. Being a cop had its advantages.

"Hi," he said, showing the girl both items. "Have you seen this woman?"

She studied the picture. "Oh, yeah…she was here, um…about half an hour ago."

Woody put his badge and the picture away. "Did you see which way she went?"

The girl shook her head. "We were a bit busy…all I know is that she got some aspirin and left."

Woody sighed. "Okay, thanks."

Once outside, Woody called Nigel and ran back to the hotel. The Brit was waiting in the lobby when Woody arrived, his face marked with worry. They headed silently to their rental car and drove off.

Slowly, whatever the kidnappers had used on Jordan wore off. She groaned softly at the pounding in her head. Her eyes refused to open, so she tried to take a mental inventory of her body.

She was sore. Her side ached from how she was laying, and Jordan guessed that she had been unconscious for several hours. Her neck was stiff, and her headache had increased tenfold. Other than that, she seemed fine, and turned her attention towards other, more perturbing things.

Her hands were tied behind her back. A quick tug at her bindings told Jordan that she wouldn't be able to undo them. And it wasn't rope holding her hands together…it felt more like twine, or fishing line. They were tied tightly, but her circulation wasn't cut off.

When she tried to move, Jordan found that her feet were tied as well, and her shoes were gone. The floor beneath her was cold, like concrete.

Finally, Jordan forced her eyes open. To her dismay, that didn't help her any. The room, or wherever she was, was pitch black. She waited a bit to see if her eyes would adjust, but to no avail.

The gravity of her situation hitting her, Jordan pushed herself into a sitting position. She used her feet to push herself backwards until she was resting against and equally cold concrete wall. She tried to think, but everything still seemed fuzzy.

There was no way to tell anything about why she was taken, or who had taken her. All she could do was wait.

Even though it was late, Gibb's team was still at NCIS writing reports for their case. The rest of the building was vacant, so they didn't expect the elevator to swing open…nor did they expect the two men from Boston to step out from it.

Tony lifted his eyebrows and was about to make some snarky comment, but Woody spoke first.

"We can't find Jordan…we thought maybe she came here for some reason?" He looked extremely worried.

Gibbs shook his head. "Nope. Everything is finished here…except the reports…why would she be here?"

Nigel sucked in a breath. "Don't know…but she's not at the hotel, and she's not answering her cell." He looked quickly over at McGee. "Any chance you could trace it?"

McGee looked sideways at Gibbs. Not seeing any protest, he began typing. "What's the number?"

Woody rattled it off and in seconds McGee had a location. "It's on the corner of Washington and 56th Avenue," he recited.

Woody cursed. "That's just around the corner from the drug store," he explained. "I checked all over—she wasn't there!"

By this time, Nigel had turned pale and all of them had gathered around McGee's computer.

"Could she have dropped her phone?" Ziva asked, though she knew that it was unlikely.

"No, no, no! She said she was coming right back," Woody said. "Something must have happened…she wouldn't just run off and leave her phone!"

He looked at the agents, his eyes begging them to give him an answer.

Jordan wished she were still knocked out. The waiting was driving her crazy. Several scenarios, none of them comforting, had been running through her head while she sat in the dark. She wondered what Woody was doing…surely he had noticed her absence…he would be worried sick. Jordan knew that Woody would move heaven and earth to find her…she hoped he would come soon enough.

Just then, she heard a door opening and a chink of light appeared across from her. The outline of a door became visible, and she heard footsteps coming close. She listened hard, and figured there were two people in the hallway. As she heard a key being inserted into the lock, she tried to prepare herself. She would not show fear.

Two men entered and a light was switched on. Jordan squinted as the brightness flooded the room. The men spared her a short glance, but did not speak to her. When her eyes got used to the light, she saw that they were setting up a table, a chair…and a video camera. Her stomach twisted itself in knots, but she tried to swallow her fright.

She could hear the men talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying. While they were apparently ignoring her, Jordan tried to take in as much of their appearance as she could. Both of them were dark skinned…maybe Middle Eastern or Indian. Well-built, but nothing else about them seemed remarkable…no tattoos, scars, or glasses.

Once they had set everything up, the shorter of the two turned to Jordan. Saying nothing, he lifted her up and placed her in the chair. Her binds were adjusted so that each of her hands and legs was tied to the chair. Jordan stared them down the whole time, but made no move to fight. She knew she wouldn't win against these two men.

The man then took a spot behind her, while the taller one kneeled so that he was at her eye level.

He spoke. His voice was soft, but sharp. Other than that, Jordan had no idea what he was saying; he wasn't speaking English.

Putting on a hard front, Jordan smirked. "You're going to have to speak in a language I can understand if you want me to respond."

He reached out suddenly and backhanded her across the face. He spoke again, sounding harsher, but still in the same language.

Jordan glared at him. "I told you, I—"

Another smack, this one harder. Jordan tasted blood in her mouth.

The man spoke one more time, but it was no more intelligible to Jordan. All she could tell was that he was asking her some kind of question. Not wanting to be hit again, Jordan remained silent.

It didn't work. This time, he hit her twice. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He leaned forward so that his face was less than an inch from hers. He repeated his request, but all Jordan could do was shake her head in confusion.

The man let go and shouted at the other man. That man walked over to the video camera and turned it on.

Without saying another word, both of them approached Jordan and began to beat her.

The group gathered at NCIS hadn't been able to come up with any reasonable explanations for Jordan's absence. They had lapsed into silence, standing in the middle of the bullpen.

McGee's computer beeped. Woody looked up expectantly, thinking that Jordan's cell phone had moved. McGee, however, looked confused…then alarmed.

"B-Boss," he stuttered. "Boss, I've got a video feed coming through on my computer…I didn't do anything…it's tunneling through all the firewalls!"

"Put it on the plasma, McGee!" Gibbs said.

McGee quickly complied. The video came up…Jordan easily in view. The two men were punching and kicking her…and yelling in the same language as before.

Woody's and Nigel's faces drained of what little color they had left. Woody snapped out of his shock and began yelling at the NCIS agents to do something.

Everyone started moving at once, except for Ziva. She looked almost as pale as Woody.

"Ziva," Tony called. He shook her. "Ziva, what is it?"

She never took her eyes off the screen. "Oh, God," was all she said.

Woody stepped over to her. "What? What is it? Do you know these men?" he asked desperately. Ziva swallowed hard.

"They think she's me."