Tuesday Night/ Very early Wednesday morning

The three of them were thrown into the back of a black van parked near the side, after a brisk search for weapons and phones. Two of the men got into the front of the van, and the man from the airport, who was clearly their leader, got into the car that had blocked them in the first place, giving his two men instructions in Russian.

Abby was crying silently, leaning on Gibbs good side as he wrapped an arm around her. Zach was opposite him, looking deathly pale, not that Gibbs blamed him one second for being scared. The three Russians hadn't even looked at the body of the man he had shot, it showed how little they cared about one of their own, and how even less they would care about their lives.

"Dad… are you okay?" The teen mouthed, looking worriedly at the shoulder that he knew the man had been shot in.

Gibbs nodded giving his son a quick smile, reading the boy's lips. He wanted nothing more to wrap his other arm around his son, but his shoulder was in agony, and he didn't think it would be a wise move if the two men saw them climbing around in the back.

He didn't have a chance to say anything else, because one of the men turned around in his seat, his weapon already cocked to show he was not to be fooled around with, and keeping his eyes steadily on each of his prisoners.

It wasn't long before they were being dragged out of the back of the van, and into an abandoned warehouse. They were thrown to their knees in front of the leader, and Gibbs winced, biting his tongue from screaming out in pain as his shoulder was roughly tugged.

"What do you want Petrov?" Gibbs spat, standing up and nodding at Abby and Zach to do the same.

"Ah, so you know my name, Gibbs" Petrov smirked coldly.

"And you know mine." Zach could see just how dangerous his dad was now when crossed, and he was just glad that he was the man's son. He would never want to get on the other side of that glare.

"I know your son's too. Did the boy tell you? Me and him had a lovely plane ride together, didn't we Zach?" Petrov chuckled, this was all just a game to him.

The blond teen wanted to tell Petrov where he could go, but the warning look his dad gave him made him keep his mouth shut.

"I see you can control your son's mouth." The Russian motioned for the other two men to take Abby and Gibbs away. Gibbs put up a fight straight away when he saw that Zach wasn't coming with them, there was no way he was leaving his son alone.

"Stop it!" Petrov barked, pulling out his gun and aiming it straight at Zach's head. "Keep fighting Gibbs, and I will shoot your brat."

The agent did stop fighting, only because that was his only option that he could take without risking his son's life. He wasn't above threatening as he was pulled away though "You harm a single hair on my boy's head, and I'll make a jail sentence the least of your worries"

Petrov nodded lowering his gun, finding it hilarious that someone could threaten while he held the upper hand. "Whatever you say."

"What do you want with me?" The blond asked when the two men disappeared with his dad and Aunt.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You are just the distraction. NCIS will be so busy searching for you three, that they will not bother with me. By the time they have found you, I will have long fled the USA"

"Why are you telling me this? Why not tell my dad this too?" Zach asked suspiciously.

"Because I needed to get rid of those two goons with me. They will be the ones watching you until NCIS comes and gets rid of them for me. They think they are my partners" Petrov snorted at the thought of it "What they need to learn is that everyone is disposable, and the Mafia will not miss two idiots like them."

"Three including you, NCIS will so kick your ass if my dad doesn't" Zach edged closer towards him, hoping that he could dive and snatch the gun from his hand if he got close enough.

"Do not make me laugh brat. Your dad can barely use one of his arms, there is no way he is getting out of here. And as for NCIS, they've been trying to catch me for years. I was going to offer you a chance to keep your life, but now I am not so sure" He said slickly.

"Meaning?" A chance to keep his life! Zach thought alarmed. He obviously did not wanting the three of them to come out of this alive, well five of them if you included the other two Russians.

"If you come with me now brat, and keep your trap shut. I will let you keep your life, on condition that you work for me" Teenagers were so easier to train than an adult would be, maybe one day this little brat could play a big part in drug trafficking for the mafia, or maybe he would kill him long before then. Who knew.

"I would never work for you" Zach spat, getting close enough and diving on the hand with the gun.

Unfortunately he missed, Petrov pulled his arm up at the last second, firing a round in the air to alert his two goons. "Big mistake brat"

Zach tried to roll back to his feet, but was too late and Petrov's expensive designer shoes connected with the back of his head, knocking him out cold.

"Take him to the other two. I am leaving." The leader straightened out his suit, not even looking back as he made his way to the exit.

"What do you want us to do with them?"

"Anything. Kill them, keep them. Just as long as you don't leave them until I give the order, I don't care" He smiled a cold smile, those two idiots wouldn't know that he had double crossed them until it was too late.

Bang! A gunshot sounded through the warehouse.

Gibbs and Abby had been left alone in a small room, and now the Agent was immediately over to the locked door, trying to get out of is because he feared the worst.

"Gibbs! Please tell me that wasn't what I thought it was?" Abby begged him, tears in her eyes.

Gibbs swallowed back his own fear, unsure of what to say. He didn't have time to say anything though, before he heard two pairs of footsteps walking down their way, and he was pulling Abby to the back wall, watching as the door opened and they threw his son to the floor.

"He's got a pulse. He's just knocked out" Gibbs breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled his son's unconscious body over to the back wall, making sure he was as comfortable as possible in the small dark and dank room.

"His head's bleeding" Abby folding up the jacket Gibbs had put round her shoulders earlier and put it under the blond's head.

Gibbs pulled his son's head up to look, it was only small and it wasn't life threatening he was glad to know. He groaned slightly as pain over took his body, he really shouldn't have been moving around that much with his arm, in fact he really should be in hospital now.

"Gibbs, what are we going to do?"

The man beckoned her over again, wrapping his good arm around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head. "I'll figure it out Abs, don't worry. I'll get us out of here"

Tim thanked Nate for the lift back to the hotel they were staying at while in LA. He found it odd that he didn't see the agency car in the car park, but he assumed he had just missed it.

It was only when he went into his room and found that Abby wasn't there that set his gut churning. He went to the room next door, his gently knocking turning to loud banging when nobody answered.

He tried Abby's phone, getting no answer, and the same with Gibbs phone. They were both switched on, but no one was answering. Something was definitely wrong.

"Callen, Gibbs, Abby and Zach are missing. I think something's happened"

Zach groaned as he came into consciousness when he felt a buzzing by his crotch. The back of his head was throbbing and his whole mind was fuzzy, making him forget about the feeling in an effort to find out where he was.

"Zach, are you alright?" His dad was over to his side straight away, once again forgetting about his own pain just to check over his son.

"Uh… yea… where am I?" He sat up, squeezing his eyes tight shut and leaning heavily on his dad when the world started spinning around him.

"We've been kidnapped remember. But don't worry, you're safe, and I'll get you out of this" Gibbs hugged him tightly to him, kissing the top of his blond head, revelling in the fact that his son was okay.

"Oh… yea.." All the memories started coming back to Zach, right up to the point where he jumped for the gun. "Sorry, dad."

"What for? It's not your fault we're here"

Zach sighed, keeping his eyes shut because he was afraid that if he opened them he would find two pairs of angry eyes looking at him. "It is. If I hadn't gotten on the plane, we wouldn't be here. And if I'd been quick enough, I would have gotten the gun before Petrov knocked me out"

"What do you mean? Get the gun?" Gibbs frowned, not liking the last bit he heard.

The teen chewed his bottom lip now, opening his eyes and finding his dad's gentle, but stern eyes looking at him. He should have kept that bit of information to himself. "I.. uh… I tried to jump for Petrov's gun, but I missed him, and well, ended up in here with you guys."

Gibbs let go of him with his good hand, and leaned over to give him a powerful swat to the side of his butt, the sound rebounding off the small room. "Don't you ever be so foolish again! What were you playing at? You could have gotten you self killed doing that? Is that what you wanted?"

"No.. I just taking a chance that could have gotten us out of here" Zach cringed under the hard stare, stopping him self from rubbing where his dad had smacked him. Only his dad would smack someone while they were being held hostage.

"Next time, leave that to me. What did Petrov want with you?"

Zach told him exactly what Petrov had told him, including the offer to work for him which Gibbs was happy to note his son turned him down, not that he had expected otherwise, and the fact that they were just the distraction for him.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Zach felt the buzz again, and this time more aware of his surroundings quickly reached down to get the phone, giving his dad and Aunty a mischievous smirk when they gave him a look saying 'what the hell are you doing?'

"Forget I had this" He pulled out the phone, pressing the answer button and handing it over to his dad.

Gibbs took the phone, slightly disgusted about where it had been, but he didn't really have any other choice. He made sure to keep it away from his face, and was holding between two fingers. "McGee, listen up! Trace this call and find us. Petrov's got us. We're in a room in the back of the warehouse, and there are two of his men guarding us"

"I so don't want that phone back anymore. You can keep it Zachy" Abby smiled weakly through her tears, while Gibbs was on the phone to Tim, planning their rescue.

"Cheers." He grinned; this kidnapping was a breeze now that he knew help was on the way. He also suspected that the concussion had something to do with the fact he wasn't worried. "Can't blame me though right? Least I managed to get a phone through."

Abby shuffled over to him, giving him a tight hug and then letting her head rest on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her; she needed the comfort so much more than he did. He had his dad the other side of him anyway.

He may have been sixteen, and she and adult, but this was the career he wanted when he was older. He wanted to be an agent just like his dad, and right now his dad was calm and collected, so that was how he would act. Abby was a scientist, she never wanted to be in situations like these, she hated every minute of them. That was why it was her that was the one that needed comfort the most; she needed to know that they would all get out of this alive.

"Hurry up McGee, Zach had concussion; I want to get him checked over…." Gibbs knew it was only minor concussion, but he still wouldn't be happy until it had been checked out by a doctor, and only then would he want to get his arm sorted.

The door to the room slammed open, banging loudly on the wall. There was only one Russian there, his weapon at arms length and his nostrils were flaring angrily as he saw the phone Gibbs had quickly tried to hide.

The barrel of the gun was pointing straight at Gibbs' head. Gibbs could see it in his eyes that the man was going to kill him, but he didn't know what he could do. The second he moved he would be a dead man, but if he didn't do anything, he would still be a dead man.

Zach watched with horror as the Russian pulled the trigger back slowly. He didn't even think, his only thoughts were stopping that bullet from hitting someone. He pushed Abby gently off him, his dad just missing to grip onto him and he ran at the man, hearing shouts and screams in his ears.

Bang! The pistol went off.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. :) Sorry to leave it like this.