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Okay so just a Big thanks to all those people who added me to there favourites or reviewed my work it was you guys who inspired me to get this update up so quickly.–THANKS!

Chapter 4

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs strode into the bull pen with a fresh cup of coffee in his left hand and a case file in the other. Like all other days the ex-marine carried an air of confidence about him that meant people hurried to get out of his way.

McGee was already sat at his desk when the silver haired team leader strode in. He stole a glance to the two empty desks next to him. Where could Tony and Ziva be? Not wanting to worry to much McGee turned his attention back to his computer and tried to hack his way through yet another layer of encryption that was on the dead marines email account.

"Where are DiNozzo and David?" Gibbs barked at McGee

"Um…..I don't know boss…" Gibbs gave him 'the look' "but I will find them"

McGee then hurriedly dialled Tony's number, it went straight to voice mail, he tried his home phone – no answer. Starting to get a tad panicked. He quickly pressed in Ziva's cell number, just like Tony's it went straight to voice mail. Rule #3 'Never be unreachable'. And right now that is what both of them were.

"Um Boss?" McGee said trying to get Gibbs attention.

"What McGee?" Gibbs snapped

"I can't seem to get hold of either of them boss…"

"Well try again probie!" Gibbs all but snarled at the young agent.

It was only now that Gibbs heard a chirping noise coming from his pocket, he quickly dished out a cell phone and flicked the screen up, a new message – from DiNozzo.

"You better have a damn good excuse." Gibbs mumbled to himself.

As he opened the message McGee was surprised of the look of confusion that crossed his face.

Check Email….. the message read. Gibbs sat down at his desk looking confused, he fired up the computer and scrolled through the emails. None were from DiNozzo. His eye caught an email near the top which had no known sender, it had an attachment.

Gibbs quickly clicked on it and on the screen opened up three photographs. The first was of a drugged Tony and Ziva. There hands where bound, they appeared to be laying on a steel floor with ridges. Must be in the back of a van. The seconds was of Ziva strapped to a chair in some kind of cell, she was out of it, her eyes were still lolling in the back of her sockets.

The third and final image was of Tony who was bleeding profusely from a wound from a wound in his shoulder. Gibbs looked at his senior agents face. It was twisted with anger and pain, and as Gibbs looked closer he could see that DiNozzo's little finger was missing.

Gibbs was the kind of man who kept his emotions in check – he was always very hard to read even to those close to him. But as he saw the images his fists curled up into balls and his face turned into a steely mask of anger and determination. McGee, who had watched this transformation in his boss was trying to figure out what was going on.

"Um….Boss?"

"What?!" Gibbs looked at the younger agent "McGee I need you to trace an email for me."

"Sure thing Boss" McGee replied, as McGee opened the email it was inevitable that he would see the images that had made his boss so furious. His mouth dropped open in surprise but McGee quickly composed himself and began furiously typing at his keyboard.

Gibbs glanced over at McGee whose brow was scrunched up in determination.

"Ya got it yet McGee?!" Gibbs was growing impatient wanting to make the son of a bitch that had done this to his agents pay.

"Um, no boss it is taking longer than expected the email has been bounced all over the world making it hard to trace, this is not some amateur Gibbs, this is a pro." McGee trailed off, the bull pen was silent apart from the furious sound of keys being punched.

"GOT IT!" McGee exclaimed, "A computer in an internet café on North Capitol Street!"

"Grab your gear!" The two agents hurriedly walked towards the elevator doors in a desperate quest for answers about what had happened to their fellow agents.

Gibbs barely waited until McGee was in the car before slamming on the gas and speeding towards the internet café where the email had been sent from. The Dodge weaved between the cars on the interstate cruising at about 40 mph over the legal speed limit.

It was just like any other day in the 'Sip & Surf' café in Washington D.C, that was in course until two armed federal agents burst through the door and moved over to an empty computer in the far corner of the café. Customers were stunned as they watched one of the agents move over to the computer and rip off a post it that was stuck to the screen.

Bring me the Dossier for 'Operation Indigo' within 48 hours and you will see at least one of your agents alive….

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs strolled out of the door and into the busling street, he had some serious questions for Director Vance.

Okay so did you like it? So tell me some future ideas that this could go, and sorry for the really crappy internet café name!