AN: This chapter is broken up into several parts based on point of view, setting, and events. The parts are separated by the asterisk (*). Also I wanted to let you guys know that this fan-fiction is slightly AU. What I mean by that is, this is suppose to take place around the beginning of season 3 however I'm pretending that the team is how they are in the later seasons(mainly how Ziva acts); and I'm also gonna say that Kyle Boone was broken out of jail by his younger brother, Jacob (another child that their prostitute mother had before Kyle had a chance to kill her). Also, in response to a review (reviews are like cookies, feed the cookie monster!), I'm saying that the drinking age is 18 in America. I apologize for any confusion, now back to the story!
Chapter Seven: Kidnapped
I woke up at four to the beautiful scene ever. Through my window, I could see the sun just beginning to rise, painting the sky with astonishing hues of reds and oranges. A smile lit up my features as I walked over to my desk and picked up my sketch pad and pencils. Sitting down on the stone railing of my balcony, I got to work on the tree line, accentuating the lively green of the leaves. I finished my drawing two hours later, when the sun had moved to just above the roof tops of DC. Content with my art work, I began to reflect on my past two days in the states with my uncle. Before I knew it, I was sketching charcoal copies of the team. First was Uncle Ducky, with his shiny glasses and patterned bowtie. I drew him standing next to Gibbs, just like when I had first arrived in this strange country.
Then I drew Tim, Ziva, and Tony, they were standing in the office where I had first been introduced to them. Next came Abby, she was standing in my room, staring wide-eyed at my CD collection. Then, I drew the director, sitting up in her hospital bed, smiling as she offered me a full time position with my uncle and new found friends. Finally, I drew Alex. I drew his warm blue eyes that seemed to jump out of his tanned skin with his cropped dirty blond hair. I sighed silently as I gave my sketches one last look before climbing off of the balcony, setting my book on my bed, and venturing to my closet to pick out today's outfit. Settling on faded green cotton shorts, a loose white tank-top, light purple scarf, and matching converse All-Stars, I walked downstairs to be greeted by Tyson and Contessa, two of Uncle Ducky's pet corgis. "And how are you, today?" I asked, bending over to scratch Contessa behind the ear. "Well, I'm doing just fine," a voice said, as a pair of black combat boots appeared in my vision. Slowly, I stood up before looking at the face of the intruder. "Oh my God, Alex," I breathed out, "you scared me." "Good," he said, as my smile faded into confusion. "Wha–" I was cut off as his arm came around and hit me in the back of the neck, hard. I fell to the ground as my world faded to black. Only the sounds of the dogs barking and a weapon loading were audible as I slipped into unconsciousness.
I woke up much later with a killer migraine. I was lying on my left side, a gag in my mouth, and my hands and feet bound. I heard voices behind me and shut my eyes once more. "Jake! Jake, please!" a girl pleaded, her voice sounded strangled and dry. I winced as the girl let out one last strangled cry before the squishy, gurgling sound of a hunting knife consumed her last dying shriek. I cringed, not wanting to know the torture that that girl must have gone through before her untimely death. "Aw, it's no fun when they're dead," the man known as Jake complained. "Now," he continued, "whose going to wake up next?" Footsteps. "Shirley?" Thud. "Nope." More footsteps. "Dana?" Thud. "Nope." The footsteps grew louder. "How about you, Madison?" A pain shot through my stomach as I flew across the room and into a nearby wall. My eyes shot open as my mouth filled with blood. "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" the man yelled, grinning like an idiot. "Alex?" I choked out through the bloodied gag, finally getting to look at my captor. Sure enough, it was Alex, he wore black steel-toed combat boots, multi-shaded grey camouflage cargo pants, and a grey, blood-splattered wife beater. "Actually, the name's Jacob," he smirked, squatting down to untie my gag. "Now, tell me," he said, still smirking at my crippled figure, "have you ever heard of a man by the name of Kyle Boone?"
* * * Meanwhile * * *
Gibbs sped over to Ducky's house and ran into the backyard – where he had gotten a call from the emergency phone in Ducky's shed. Grabbing a pick ax, Gibbs got to work removing the lock from the door of the shed. Finally, the lock broke and he was able to open the door. "Jethro," Ducky breathed out, stepping out of the shed, "he has Madison." Tears began to well in the old medical examiner's eyes. "We're gonna get her back, Duck," said Gibbs, escorting Ducky to his car.
Thirty minutes later, the whole team was piled into the conference room. "Why on Earth would someone want to kidnap Madison?" asked Abby, who appeared frazzled by the disappearance of her newest friend. "I mean," she continued, pacing a side of the room, "she's like the nicest person I know and I know a lot of really nice people, well not more then the average parson, but—" "Abby, sit down," Gibbs interrupted as he walked into the room, coffee in hand. "No! No I will not sit down! Not until I know that Madison is alive and safe… And alive!" Abby ranted, throwing her hand up for emphasis. "Abby," Gibbs warned, sending her a stern look and taking a seat next to Ducky. "Fine," she huffed, sitting on Ducky's other side, across from Tim, Ziva, and Tony. "Mean Boss-man," she muttered under her breath. "Heard that," Gibbs replied. "Now," he started, setting down his cup of coffee, "what do we know?" "Well," Tony was the first to speak; "we know that she's 5'8", thin, tan, blonde, 19, female…" he trailed off. "And fits the description of the victims of last week's cold case," Ziva cut in, earning a glare from Abby.
"McGee, Abby, go re-evaluate the evidence from last week's case," Gibbs barked and stood up, "Ducky, get a hold of Madison's parents, tell them she's missing but not to do anything until we get more details. Ziva, Tony, grab your gear, you're coming with me." "Where we going, boss?" asked Tony, as they followed Gibbs out of the conference room, grabbed their bags, and ran after Gibbs into the elevator. "To our crime scene," Gibbs replied nonchalantly, as the elevator doors sealed shut.
* * * Madison's POV * * *
"I asked you a question, Madison," he growled, standing up. He kicked me, hard, in the ribs, sending me rolling across the cold, hard, concrete floor. I let out a strangled cry of anguish. "No!" I gasped out, choking on my own blood. "Aw, pity you won't be able to meet him," he sneered, the malicious smirk never leaving his features. "You see," he continued, "You'll be dead before long and he won't be here till tomorrow. Such a shame, he would probably have liked you, too. He would want to kill you all by himself, no help from his baby brother. So I'm gonna keep you all to myself until you end up like some of my other artwork," he finished, dropping a large scrapbook on the floor. It opened to pages of picture of girls, all bloody and broken with either a heart or a star carved in each of their backs. I turned my head from the horrifying pictures only to be grabbed roughly by the chin and forced to look at the gruesome photos.
I began squirming, finding an even more powerful urge to get away from this man than previously. "Nh, nh, nh, now where do you think you're going?" he asked, pulling me up roughly by the arm, "I still want to play with you!" My eyes widened in horror as he took out a switch blade and took a swing at me with it. I jumped back as the blade came in contact with my abdomen, but fell back as I lost my footing on my bound feet. I screamed in pain, tears brimming my eyes. "You monster," I cried as he stabbed me in the shoulder. Blackness began to fill my vision as his maniacal laughter followed me into unconsciousness. I was going to die, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I was truly afraid.
* * * At Ducky's House * * *
"Clear!" yelled Tony, checking the last of the rooms in Ducky's enormous house. "Gibbs!" yelled Ziva, from the backyard, "I got something!" Gibbs and Tony ran to the backyard to see Ziva squatting down by a small purple flower and an indentation in the grass. "Do you know what this is, boss?" asked Tony, who carefully pick up the flower with a gloved hand, "this is the calling card from last week's murders." "An earleaf false-foxglove to be exact," Ziva cut in, "an extremely rare flower found only in West Virginia." "Hey boss," Tony said, studying the boot print indentation that was next to the flower, "this print has letters in it. K-C-A-B-S-E-N-O-O-B, does that have any meaning to you?" Ziva gasped, "Boone's back," she clarified. Gibbs looked horrified for a brief second before his mask came back. "Ziva, bag and tag, Tony, pictures. I want this," he pointed to the boot print, "to Abby in twenty minutes." "On it boss!" Tony said as they got to work. Gibbs ran back to his car and peeled out of the driveway faster then a speeding bullet.
* * * In the Lab, Two Hours Later * * *
"Tell me you've got something, Abby," said Gibbs, as he handed her a Caff-Pow. "No, Gibbs," Abby protested, "I can't accept this, not until we find Maddi and she's back here safe and sound and unharmed." She looked up from her computer. "But I do have something for you, Gibbs," she said, getting back to the original reason that he had come down to her lab, "by going over the roll of film that we found in the van with the tub, we've found out that these murders could possibly be from multiple people working together to target these girls. That and I've triangulated an approximate location of at least one of the killers." A picture of an abandoned bard came up on the TV screen. "A barn?" Gibbs clarified, "Do you understand how many barns are on the east coast alone? Millions!" "Yeah, I know that, Gibbs," Abby smirked, "but, by defining the pixilation of the three picture containing windows, I found a transducer, a pepto-bismal-pink house, and a tree." "And this helps me how, Abby?" Gibbs growled. "Well…" Abby continued, "This," she pointed to the tree that was now on the monitor, "is a rare Ashe Birch, an endangered tree found only in one place in the whole world, guess where." Abby smiled in anticipation as Gibbs just stared at her incredulously. "Virginia." "Nope… Wait, yeah, that's right, how'd you know that?" "I have my ways," Gibbs muttered as he started at the elevator. "Wait, Gibbs!" Abby said, latching onto his arm and steering him back into her lab. "I'm not done. We're running scans on what a layout of the land is supposed to look like, so we should have a match in—" "Now" McGee interrupted, as he rushed into the lab, a map and coordinate papers in hand. "Address?" Gibbs asked impatiently. "2100 Farm View Road, Fincastle, Botetourt, Virginia, 24085." "McGee!" yelled Gibbs from the elevator, "get Tony and Ziva from Ducky's then meet me at the farm."
* * * Madison's POV * * *
"Wake up, princess," Jacob yelled, yanking me up by my hair. I hissed in pain but tried not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. I was coming out of my second round of unconsciousness that day, and I had a feeling that this time would be far worse than the previous. "Now, now, princess, you don't seem to understand, I want to hear you scream," he whispered in my ear as he drug a razor-sharp piece of metal down my arm. I sealed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth. "I thought I told you to SCREAM!" he yelled, forcing the metal deeper and deeper into my bloodied arm. My resolve broke then as I let out the loudest scream of my life. Then, the door to the barn was flung open. "HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" Gibbs yelled, pointing his gun at Jacob.
"Gibbs!" I called as Jacob pulled me roughly to my feet and put his switch-blade to my neck. "Now, now, princess, whose your friend? I don't remember sending out any invitations to your funeral," Jacob coaxed, running his free hand through my hair. Gibbs took a step forward and put his hands in the air in a sign of peace, "let her go," he commanded. "Uh… No, you see, that's not how my game works," Jacob smirked, cutting into my neck just enough to cause immense pain but not enough to kill. My eyes stared to well up with tears, "Gibbs," I cried, "help me." "Ziva, NOW!" Gibbs yelled, darting forward as he replaced his gun back in its holster.
Then, time stopped. The unmistakable sound of a bullet passing through a body sounded behind me. Blood splatted on the ground around us as the knife clattered to the ground at my feet. We both began to fall forward. I hit the ground first. My bod was numb. Before I knew it, Jacob's lifeless body was lifted off of me and my bindings were cut. Someone picked me up and began walking out of the barn and over to an awaiting stretcher and ambulance. I looked up at the man who was carrying me and saw Gibbs. "Oh, Gibbs," I sobbed, "I don't want t be here anymore." "I no, I no, he cooed, as he laid me down in the stretcher. I grabbed onto the sleeve of his shirt as the EMTs began to load me into the ambulance. "Don't let them take me, Gibbs," I begged, "I can' go to the hospital. Take me back to NCIS, I want to see Uncle Ducky… to… make sure… he's… okay…" My vision blurred as my body went limp and my sight was lost to the unending void that was unconsciousness.