A NCIS Kidnapping: Palmer Style

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: Do not own NCIS.

An update! I know it has been a long time since the last one. So hopefully this nice long chapter will make up for the wait!

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Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard had seen many horrifying things throughout his career. He had received numerous death threats and been deployed the God-forsaken hell holes seeing what can be described only as hell on earth. Even six months ago, when Ari had held him, Gerald, and Kate hostage in his own autopsy, threatening to kill them all, Ducky had never felt absolute terror and hopelessness.

Until now.

Gibbs sensed the change in his friend. He held tightly to Ducky's arm and lead him over to the desk chair.

"Abby!" Gibbs said, turning to Abby and Tim. "Go get Ducky a cup of water." Abby hesitated, not wanting to and leave her friend alone. A glare from Gibbs however, changed her mind.

"I'll be right back," said Abby. She walked out of autopsy towards her lab.

Gibbs turned to Tim. "Call Kate and Tony-fill them in on the situation. Have them look over Palmer's apartment see if there is anything missing, have them talk to his neighbors, pull surveillance. Anything."

Tim nodded. "On it boss." He grabbed his cell phone and started dialing.

Abby came running back in with a bottle of water. She handed it to Ducky. "Here."

Ducky took the bottle and took a drink. "Thank you Abigail." He said softly.

"Now Duck," said Gibbs. "What did the message say?"

"It was Vincent Hanlon," said Ducky. "Or at least that is the name that he gave on the machine. He said that he has Jimmy and if I don't do what he asks, he is going to kill him."

"What does he want?" asked Gibbs.

Ducky shook his head, "I don't know. He didn't say. He said he'd call back with later instructions."

"Boss," said Tim. "I just finished talking to Tony. He and Kate just arrived at Palmer's apartment."

"And?" asked Gibbs.

"Tony said it doesn't look like there was any forced entry," said Tim. "But he did find a set of broken dishes on the floor and a carton of Chinese food spilled everywhere. Tony said it looks like Jimmy put up a struggle."

Gibbs nodded. "Sounds like they ambushed him when he came home last night," he said. "Get a BOLO out on Palmer and Hanlon. I want search warrants for every place Hanlon ever set foot in and every family member, friend or associate that Hanlon knows; I want them cooling their jets in integration. Understood?

Tim nodded. There was a slightly pause.

"Is there something else, McGee?" asked Gibbs impatiently.

"Um…" said Tim as if he was trying to decide what to say. "When Tony found the Chinese food on the floor, he searched the rest of Jimmy's kitchen." He paused, turning to Ducky. "Do you know why Jimmy would have insulin in his fridge?"

Ducky sat up straight. "What are you talking about?"

"Tony found insulin in Jimmy's fridge," said Tim quickly. He looked at Ducky, his eyes pleading. "Please tell me that Jimmy's not-"

Ducky didn't let Tim finished. He stood up quickly. He walked over to the computer.

"Abigail!" he called. Abby came rushing over.

"What?" she asked.

"I need you to pull up Mr. Palmer's medical files," said Ducky, shortly.

"But—"

"Now!"

Abby nodded and started typing frantically.

"Will someone tell me what is going on?" demanded Gibbs.

"If Jimmy has insulin," said Tim slowly. "That means that he most likely is a diabetic."

"He is," confirmed Abby. She looked up from the computer screen. "Jimmy has type 1 diabetics."

"Which means he needs to take his insulin several times a day," said Ducky. "If Jimmy doesn't get insulin, his blood sugar could drop causing him to become hypoglycemic." He paused. "He could slip into a coma and could possible die."

He turned to Gibbs, "Jethro, I don't know when Jimmy last took his insulin! I don't know how long we have until—" he stopped unable to continue. He took a deep breath, "You have to find him, Jethro! You have to find him before it's too late!"

Gibbs patted Ducky's shoulder. "Don't worry, Duck. We will."

The first thing Jimmy was aware of a pain in his head. He tried to sit up but before he could lift himself up very far, he banged his head against something hard. He fell back down as stars danced around his vision.

What in the world….he thought.

Jimmy tried to lift his hands up but found that he was handcuffed to the table. Jimmy struggled against the handcuffs but the only thing he managed to do was bang the handcuffs against the cold metal table he was lying on. The banging caused his headache to double and the handcuffs cut into his wrist. He couldn't even get his hands up high enough to remove the duct tape over his mouth.

Jimmy collapsed back on the table. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart rate. He had been kidnapped by someone who was supposed to be dead, God only knows where he was, he was handcuffed to some metal table and locked in the world's smallest closet (or at least he kept telling himself it was a closet because if it got any smaller, his claustrophobia would kick in and he would probably give himself a heart attack before help arrived).

He had no idea how long he been here or long he had been missing…surely someone must have noticed that he was gone….and Gibbs and his team would be searching him….

Jimmy took a deep breath…he tried not to close his eyes….but his eyelids were too heavy…..he tried to fight it….

Gibbs…please find me….soon…..

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