"Did you trace the call?" Gibbs called as he strode down the stairs to the squad room.
McGee looked up from his computer. "They weren't on long enough for us to get a complete trace," he replied regretfully. "We only have a general location."
"And that location is...?" Gibbs asked impatiently.
"The Shenandoah Valley," Abby said.
"The entire Shenandoah Valley?" Gibbs replied, "You couldn't narrow it down at all?"
"Sorry, Boss."
"Is Tony okay?" Abby asked anxiously.
"We don't know," Gibbs replied, "the Frog wouldn't let us talk to him."
"What did he want us to do?" Ziva asked.
"We don't know that either," Gibbs said, frustrated. "I'm going for coffee," he said, heading for the elevator. "McGee, check to see if there are any large compounds in that area. Something that a private citizen can rent."
"Right, Boss," McGee sat down to start the search.
"One with either a private air strip or a place to land a helicopter," Gibbs added as he entered the elevator.
"That should help narrow the search," Abby said. "Need any help, Timmy?"
McGee shook his head, "No thanks, Abs, I'm fine."
"I need to do something," Abby started pacing, "I feel helpless."
"I know how you feel, Abby," Ziva said sympathetically. "But there's nothing you can do right now. We don't have much to go on."
"Right now, our Tony is in the hands of a murderous gun runner," Abby fretted, "going through who knows what kind of torture, and we have to sit here and do nothing."
"The man I met with didn't seem like the sort to inflict torture," Ducky said, entering the squad room.
"How do you know, Ducky?" Abby turned to him anxiously. "You only met him for that short bit."
"True," Ducky acknowledged, "but in that time I think I was able to gain some measure of the man. I've also done some research on his dealings and he seems like a very civilized person."
"A civilized person who sells weapons to terrorists," corrected Ziva.
"We don't know that, exactly," Ducky replied. "There's more to the man, I'm certain of it. I just can't put my finger on what."
"Jenny thinks you have a man-crush on him," Ziva said, chuckling softly.
"The Director has her own strongly ingrained opinions," Ducky replied haughtily. "She hardly seems to be the right person to be throwing stones."
"True," Ziva nodded. "You seem more objective about this whole thing."
"Thank you," Ducky bowed slightly, "I do try. I don't think you have anything to worry about, Abby. Tony will be all right."
"I hope so, Ducky," Abby replied, doubtfully, "I really hope so."