Water droplets pound like cinder blocks each time they hit the dampened concrete. Wet moist mold fills his nostrils. While he grimaces at the scent, he's thankful for the droplets that sizzle on his tongue.
If absolutely everything was silent, he could very faintly hear the beat of an overly peppy song. His mind scrolled through a list of places he could be, but he didn't get very far.
It was dark. McGee laid down on the cold stone floor, and inhaled deeply, letting his eyes droop slowly.
But they snapped back open. He saw a flicker of silver, and gulped hard. He tried to move, but he was bound to the floor.
Abby thudded up towards the bullpen, racing towards Ziva's desk. She had an exasperated look on her face, and a dog collar that jingled with every bouncy step she took.
"Oh my God, Ziva, please tell me you know where they are!" and she wrapped the Israeli in a hug.
"Abby, where who are?" Ziva stifled a laugh. Abby stood with her hands on her hips and looked down. "Nobody knows where Tony and McGee are, and I'm not saying we should panic or anything, but the sooner we find them the better, because I'm not ready to lose another agent, and I don't think I ever will be, and—"
Ziva gripped Abby's shoulders, and looked her straight in the eye, "Abby,"
The Goth girl looked like she was about to cry, but Ziva smiled, and it seemed like everything should end out okay.
Ziva couldn't help but chuckle. Even though, she as well was worried about her co-workers, she found Abby's methods of caring…intriguing.
She shifted her attention to the sound of the elevator ringing, where a teenage girl walked through the elevator doors. The girl bore curly-wavy dark brown locks that messily cascaded her deeply tanned face and light black orbs.
She wore a burnt orange button up shirt, cut off just above her elbow, slim dark blue denim crop pants, and silver sandals. She had a multitude of tie-dye wristbands on one arm, a simple gold chain on the other, and big sunglasses perched on top of her head.
The girl squinted and looked up at the skylight, probably thinking the same thing that everyone always did, Man, that skylight is ridiculous!
She slowly walked up to Ziva, a little confused, but she opened her mouth to speak, "Do you know where Timothy McGee is?" she slowly asked, as if unsure of how to phrase the question. Ziva looked at her with interest, "no, we have not seen him all morning, and I assume you do not know either, or you would not be asking, yes?"
The girl nodded, her curls bouncing up and down. Ziva spoke again, "May I ask what you needed from him?"
The question seemed to catch the girl off guard, "I want to think him. He's the reason I'm still alive."
Both Abby and Ziva's eyes widened. They seemed to be thinking the same thing, but neither of them wanted to be the one to say it. Abby was the first to break the silence. "May I ask your name?"
The brown haired girl looked down, biting the inside of her upper lip, trying to recall perhaps the simplest question man has ever asked.
"Ashley Qa'rah."
A/N: As always, review. Although, nobody seems to anymore…
By the way, another SMALL spoiler in ther for anyone who wants to take a stab at it. Hint: From "Baltimore" Doesen't really give anything away. Again, brownie points for anyone who can guess correctly.