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Missing McGee

Chapter 14- Please tell me this is a dream, not Reality.

Pain.

Ouch. Pain. Throbbing pain.

Throbbing pain in head.

McGee's eyes snapped open and his head jerked up as he subconsciously realized that he was in pain. He wished that he hadn't done so. The ache that was throbbing in his head only became worse, and he wasn't sure what to make of the sight that met his eyes. He slowly tilted his head back forwards, gently, so as not to antagonize his headache any more than he had done already.

What happened? Where am I? Where is that pain coming from? What is going on? McGee thought.

Once the white spots that were dancing in front of his eyes had disappeared, his vision came into focus. He was in a dark, unlit room, and for some strange reason, everything seemed to hurt. Especially his head.

McGee tried to raise his hands to the back of his head, only to find to his surprise that they were restricted from doing so. He tried moving them, and found that he couldn't move his wrists at all. When he glanced down at his hands, he found that they were tied to the arm rests of the chair he was sitting on.

Wait…my hands are tied to a chair? This isn't making any sense. Is this some kind of prank? No, this is too real to be a prank or even an extreme practical joke. This is not good. Perhaps I'm just dreaming. Yes! That's it! I'm in a dream. But wait… that's illogical. I can't be dreaming, since I am actively thinking, and since I am thinking and I've recognized the situation, then that means…

McGee came to the awful realization.

This is reality. Not a dream. This is serious. Seriously not good.

McGee fruitlessly struggled and tried to free his wrists from the ropes that were restraining him from moving. He was hoping to gain some free movement that he could work with, but was met with no such luck. The ropes only rubbed against his skin harder and harder until he finally gave up. McGee let out an exasperated sigh of frustration.

Okay, that failed. I'm not going to try that again until I really need to. Let's see… is anything else tied down to this stupid chair?

McGee struggled against his bonds some more and found to his dismay that his legs had been bound as well and his arms were pinned to the back of the chair. He couldn't leave the chair he had been tied down to unless he could untie the bonds that held him there. He started to panic again.

Whoah! Calm down, calm down, calm down, and slow down…okay. First things first. I will not panic. I will remain calm. I will not panic. Okay…I can do this. This is just like a puzzle that needs to be solved, piece by piece, or in this case, step by step. The first thing I need to do is relax. Hmph! Easier said than done!

McGee closed his eyes and started breathing in slow, patient breaths. Okay, good. That's a start. Now… what next?

McGee's mind wondered off and started processing the situation he was in.

Where am I? Why does everything hurt? Slow down again, let's tackle things one at a time…Think…what am I doing? WWGD? What would Gibbs do? Would he sit here and do nothing? Heck No! That's not what he would do! First, I think he would examine the situation. Alright, let's give that a try. I'm going to take things one at a time. First question… where exactly am I?

McGee opened his eyes once again and adjusted to the darkness of the room that he was in. Looking around, he noticed that he was in a large room with no windows, or at least none that he could notice so far. The walls seemed to be made of cement.

A cellar. I'm in a cellar of sorts. Either that or a basement. Now that I think about it, it seems like it's more of a basement than it is a cellar. Alright. Now try to find more details.

As McGee examined the room he was being contained in, he noticed several minor details he had failed to notice earlier. First, was that there did seem to be a window… perhaps it's a ground window? McGee thought, trying to find the most logical and reasonable answer.

Secondly, there was a small set of stairs that was leaning against the wall that was furthest away from where he was seated. Those stairs probably lead to the main level. I wonder how many levels this building has. Perhaps if I can find the answer to that question, I can give that information to Gibbs and make it easier for him to find me. He probably doesn't know that I've been kidnapped yet. What is today? If it's Saturday, then no one on the team will notice I'm missing until Monday! Focus! Focus, Tim! I need to gain as much information as I can before it's too late! Focus! What else is there to remember about this basement?

McGee also noticed that most of the room was bare, except for several metal poles supporting the weight of the building. That means that this is most likely a house or common suburban dwelling, not a factory or warehouse. That's some useful information.

That was everything McGee could observe from his current position. The window that he had seen earlier was located on the wall to his left. McGee returned to thinking about what he was supposed to do.

Okay, now that I have a general idea of where I am, I can answer another question. What is hurting? Oh, and add to that, what hurts the most?

McGee stopped and ironically sat still for a moment. He started a mental list of what hurt in his mind.

Let's see…my head hurts, my wrists are sore, my legs are beginning to itch again, and I think that I have a massive headache…that's most likely a migraine…yep. That would be it! Okay, so now I have to identify what hurts the most. Simple enough to answer! That would definitely be my head! Now, where exactly does it hurt? Um…I think near my right temple… and the back of my head is pretty sore as well…maybe there's a bruise? I must have been hit pretty hard from behind if my head hasn't stopped hurting yet.

Great. This is just great. This is not how I wanted to start my day… if it's even sometime in the morning. What time is it? McGee wondered.

McGee looked down at his right wrist, looking for his expensive wristwatch, which wasn't there. Whoever had done this to him had obviously taken his watch away from him.

Smart. This guy's obviously a pro. Now I know exactly what type of a kidnapper I'm dealing with. McGee sighed. Gibbs is going to kill me!

McGee paused and shook his head slightly. He needed a minute to take everything in. He was tied down to a chair, who-knows-where in a dark room, specifically a basement or something like that, and he had a major headache. On top of that, every part of him was sore, and he highly suspected that his rash to the poison ivy was acting up again. What was going on? What had happened? What had he done to deserve this? What had he done wrong this time?

Oh, that's right. Let's see… I still haven't found a lead, I fell for Tony's immature computer prank, I fell down a cliff, I've delayed the team too many times to count this week… and now I've been kidnapped. Why wouldn't Gibbs be mad at me? Or, better yet, why wouldn't he kill me?

McGee laughed a bitter laugh, and then scoffed after doing so. Somehow, he had really managed to piss Gibbs off over the course of one week. He could only hope that Gibbs and the rest of the team would rescue him first before they killed him. He only hoped that they would want to find him in time.

Stop! Stop thinking like that! I will not think like that and I will not give in to any mind games. You need to think positively, Tim. Don't let the situation get the better of you! Show this situation that you're in control! I will not be intimidated. Gibbs will find me. Along with Tony and Ziva and maybe even the others. They'll find me in time! I'm a member of their team, and I know that they'll be looking for me. They'll find me in time, and they'll find the idiot who thought of kidnapping me in the first place. They'll come for me! I know they will! I refuse to think otherwise. They'll find me in time…

I hope. McGee added silently.

Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs opened, shedding light into the dimly-lit room. A shadow stepped out from behind it and closed the door behind him once more. McGee could hear the door being locked, then heard the ominous clunks made by the person stomping down the stairs.

The stairs are wooden, McGee thought. He tried to reassure himself that he would not be scared by whatever was coming next. The person stopped right in front of McGee. McGee's body tensed. The man looming over him was dressed in all black- black sweat pants, black T-shirt, black ski mask… black everything. McGee couldn't get a good look at the man's face, but he thought that he could vaguely recognize his captor's eyes…

Those eyes… I've seen them before.

Before McGee could say anything at all, the man looming over him spoke.

"And so we meet again, Special Agent Timothy McGee."

A chill went down McGee's spine. Why, he didn't know. He recognized that voice, he recognized those eyes...

"... Chris?... Is that you?..."

There was no response. McGee closed his eyes and frowned. This could not be happening. It had to be nothing but a dream, but it wasn't. It was a nightmare, yet it wasn't that either. This was reality, not a dream, and McGee had been forced to wake up to the cruelness of it.

I hope you come and find me soon, Gibbs. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I'm facing yet. Just come and rescue me soon. Please.

The team would find him. McGee knew they would, or at least that's what he hoped. That was the only thing that he could do- hope and pray.

Author's note: So what'd you guys think? Did I do an okay job? I'm sorry for the short chapter, I'll try to make up for it with a longer one when I get the chance to type again. Thanks for reading and reviewing! :D