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Tony and Ziva
The body bags they were in were thrown unceremoniously onto the ground, hitting the concrete floor loudly, causing the people inside to moan involuntarily. El Mohabi smiled. He planned on causing them so much pain they would be begging him to end their lives.
"Where do you want me to put them, Sayal?" Hawkins asked.
El Mohabi shook his head and turned to face them. "I don't know; hang them off the ceiling for all I care, just get them out of the body bags and out of my sight." He was wearing his 'you're-a-fucking-idiot' face when he spoke to the stupid younger man.
Meanwhile, Ziva was trying to recognise the other two men. She had faked staying unconscious at the beginning of their journey fifteen minutes before.
"Arrrgh," Tony moaned. "Where are we?"
"Hostages, Tony," she whispered sarcastically. He tried to throw a charming smile at her, but could only manage a grimace. "Your shoulder hurts, yes?" Ziva asked. Tony moaned. "Good." She looked around at their surroundings. They had been left in a windowless room that smelled of paint stripper, methylated spirits and sawdust.
"So where exactly are we?" Tony asked again.
Ziva sighed. "We are in a warehouse in the unfinished industrial estate, just outside Little Springs."
"Does Gibbs know where we are?" the pain in his shoulder was affecting Tony's state of mind.
"Not yet, Tony," his partner answered, pulling out her cell phone. "But he will soon."
Tony fell back against the wall, breathing deeply to try and overcome the pain. He heard Ziva frantically whisper into the handset of her phone. Hopefully they would be rescued before El Mohabi's killing instincts made themselves known.
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NCIS Headquarters – MTAC
Jenny was watching Gibbs pace anxiously in front of the large screen when his cell phone rang. The techs immediately began recording ands tracing the call before Gibbs answered without checking the caller ID.
"Gibbs."
"Gibbs, Ziva; I don't have much time but we have been taken to an unfinished industrial estate just outside of Little Springs. I am pretty certain we are in a warehouse – it smells of methylated spirits, paint stripper and sawdust."
"Tony?"
"His shoulder hurts, but he is conscious and already annoying me, which means he is fine. I have identified Hawkins as an accomplice; two other men were in the van with us during transport, but I have not managed to identify them yet."
Gibbs sighed. "Okay, we have half a dozen teams coming out for you now. Good work." He ended the conversation in true Gibbs fashion and walked towards the exit.
"Jen, you're not coming. We'll stay in contact as much has possible and you can meet us at the hospital."
The director didn't like being told what to do, but accepted Gibbs' terms in order to coordinate the operation from MTAC. "Jethro," she called as an afterthought just as he reached the door. He looked back at her. "Watch your six," she reminded him with a smug smile. He nodded and smirked slightly in return and closed the door.
Jenny sighed again. She would have time later to pay Ziva back for what she did in Cairo.
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Tony and Ziva
Tony had fallen asleep out of exhaustion not long after Ziva's phone call to Gibbs. For a minute or two, she watched him sleep peacefully before returning to plotting their escape and subsequent rescue. Normally, she did not like having to rely on other people to save and/or rescue her, but this time was different.
The only weapons they had left were their knives, thanks to rule 9, but there were still many things she could do with knives at her disposal.
She turned back to look at Tony, and could see that even in his sleep he was in pain, so she moved next to him and began to massage his wounded shoulder, the same at she had the day before. It was hard to believe he had only been shot two days ago; then they were in hospital, now they were hostages.
A sudden crash outside the room brought Ziva back to reality. Fearing the visitor, she quickly woke her partner, though he did so under protest, and moved one of her knives within reach.
The door burst open, and one of El Mohabi's henchmen entered the enclosed room, a sly smirk on his face.
"Get up," he said harshly, kicking Tony with his foot.
"Hey!" he growled. "Don't do that!"
The man bent down to Tony's level. "Oh, poor baby, does it hurt?" he asked in a mocking tone. His evil laugh echoed off the bare metal walls, making Ziva cringe involuntarily. Tony knew he would never forget the sound of his voice.
The man stood up again, though he was no where near finished tormenting the pair; lucky for them, El Mohabi wanted them moved into his chamber.