Okay, here goes. Now that the pain meds are mostly out of my system, I'm able to think clearly. Btw, Justicerocks, you're my most constant reviewer! Thanks a million!

The next morning, as he toasted himself a cinnamon and raisin bagel, McGee was starting to get worried about his fiancée. She hadn't called him after dinner with Ziva and Abby last night, which was unusual. She normally called him just before she went to bed. But that wasn't the part that worried him most. He couldn't get in touch with her this morning and both Ziva and Abby's phones had immediately gone straight to voicemail. Gibbs' rule was to never be unreachable.

McGee ate slowly, lost deep in thought. He knew he was slightly paranoid, especially since he and Elle had been attacked in the park. He loved his beautiful fiancée more than anyone in the world and the thought of losing her was more than he could bear.

At ten-thirty, McGee's phone rang and he looked up from his writing to see that it was Tony.

"Hey, McGeek, have you talked to Ziva this morning?" Tony wanted to know. His voice was tinged with a concern that McGee rarely heard.

"No, Tony, I haven't. Why? Something wrong?"

"Nah!" Tony brushed it off hurriedly. " I think I've watched one too many movies is all."

"I haven't been able to get in touch with Elle or Abby this morning, either," Tim told him. "I'm a little worried myself."

"Maybe I should call Gibbs. Hang on, I'll three-way call him in."

Gibbs wasn't one to get worried easily, except when it came to the people he cared about. As soon as Tony and McGee told him that they couldn't get in touch with Elle, Ziva, and Abby, he jumped into action.

"Tony, go to Ziva's place. Tim, you go to Elle's. I'll head over to Abby's. Call me as soon as you get find anything out."

When McGee got to Elle's apartment complex, her car wasn't parked outside and she didn't answer when he pounded on her door for five minutes. He pulled out his phone and dialed Gibbs, who had just gotten to Abby's place and determined that she wasn't there.

"Where were they going to dinner, McGee?" Gibbs demanded to know.

"Maggie's, down on Davis Street," Tim replied. "I'll meet you there."

Gibbs was worried—really worried. Abs always answered his calls, even when she was in the middle of something important. She meant a lot to him, and so did Ziva(who had shot her half-brother, Ari, just to save his life), along with Elle, who had quickly made herself a part of the tightly-knit NCIS family. Gibbs didn't care about just everyone and he even more seldom showed how much he cared about someone.

Gibbs, Tony, and McGee arrived at Maggie's at the same time. It was obvious to each that the other were worried about where their ladies were.

"Abby's car is parked down the street," Tony told them. "I passed it when I was looking for a place to park.

"Ziva's is about two blocks that way," Gibbs announced, running his fingers through his grey hair.

"I saw Elle's down that street," McGee announced. "Something's happened to them."

"Brilliant deduction, McSherlock!" Tony snapped. "It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out!"

McGee ignored DiNozzo's anger. They were all a little tense.

"Okay, McGee: Go look at Elle's car and see what you can find out. Tony: You do the same with Ziva's car. I'll check out Abby's."

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When I woke up, I was lying on a cold, cement floor. Ziva was sitting up and leaning against a nearby wall. Abby was unconscious on the floor next to me.

"What happened?" I groaned, sitting up slowly.

"Somebody grabbed all three of us," Ziva told me weakly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck where it was sore.

"Yes," she replied simply.

I crawled over to Abby's side and made sure she was breathing. When I touched her, she moaned quietly and rolled over, her eyes blinking open.

"What the hell?…" she mumbled faintly.

"It's okay, Abby." I looked up at Ziva. "Do you know who did this to us?"

She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. "No. I have no idea. I should have known something was wrong! I thought I saw someone in the shadows!"

"Me too!" I declared.

"Yeah, me too," Abby spoke up, sitting up too. "Don't worry. Gibbs and Tony and McGee—they'll find us."

Ziva checked her watch. "It's three AM. We left the restaurant at about eleven, didn't we?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that's about right. I doubt anyone has realized we're missing yet."

"Hey, you guys!" Abby wailed. "We're talking about Gibbs, Tony and McGee—the three sweetest, most adorable guys on the planet. As soon as they realize we're unreachable, they'll come to our rescue."

"But where are we?" I asked, standing up slowly and leaning against the wall to steady myself.

The room we were in was small and made of cinderblocks. The only door looked iron and heavy. There was no handle on our side. There was no window, no furniture—nothing that might give us some clue as to where we were.

"You know, if we were knocked unconscious at eleven PM, we wouldn't have been out for four hours. I'm guessing someone drugged us as well," Abby surmised, beginning to examine her arms for needle marks.

"Abby's right," Ziva agreed. "I was struck by something first."

"Why would someone kidnap all three of us?" I wondered aloud. "Ransom? To get back at NCIS?

Footsteps approached the door from the other side and, from the sound of it, it was more than one person.

"I think we're about to find out," Ziva declared bitterly.