Note: Anything that seems familiar isn't mine; only Dani and a couple other characters...I researched what I could about the technical stuff so if I got something wrong, don't shoot me over it...think of it as creative liberties...Enjoy!

The door closed and the van took off. I glared at the man. He looked older than the last time I saw him about a week ago. His brunette hair seemed to be streaked with gray and there were new lines around his eyes. I kicked out at him and caught him in his shin. His grip on my arm let go and I crossed them over my belly.

"Using more than you've been selling?" I quipped.

"Shut it. Without you there's nothing. Peter, take her to the cabin. We'll bury her body there."

"John, what the fuck. She's pregnant. We can't kill a pregnant woman."

"She won't be pregnant much longer. Now get to the cabin."

John tied my hands in front of me and gagged me. I kicked out at him again and brought him to his knees. His hands instinctively went to his crushed balls so I kicked his head into the side of the van. He was still conscious but seeing stars. I turned to Peter and tried punching him. He slammed on the brakes and I went flying into the back of the passenger seat. Now I was the one seeing stars.

Click.

I looked back and stared down the end of a 9mm Glock. I knew he was down at least 1 round from shooting Tim but there wasn't room to run around to get him to use up the others. I held up my hands in surrender but an instant later, they went to my belly. I was feeling a tight cramp in my lower belly, probably from hitting the seat. The van swerved and I fell with the turn. It was then that I felt the warm rush of fluid between my legs.

"Well, congratulations. Someone knocked me up and one of you will get to deliver it."

John stared at me from behind the gun and Peter was staring at me as well. He didn't see the car in front of him and smacked right into the back of the parked car. They were both disoriented as was I but I tried to use the opportunity to open the door and get away from the van. The door wouldn't open and my slippery hands couldn't grasp the handle. I didn't notice John coming up behind me, or him raising the gun to swing it. I did feel it as the gun collided with my skull before I blacked out.

***

"Gibbs, please. It's my fault that Dani is out there. I can be of use. Abby will need help to find the van or the men who took her," Timothy McGee said from the hospital bed.

"McGee, you're no use to the team if you bleed out. Let the doctor stitch you up and then you can grovel all you want. DiNozzo, put a BOLO out on the van that McGee saw and an APB on any pregnant women resembling Dani. Ziva, talk to that woman in the hallway. She followed us here from the crime scene."

Tim looked past the doctor and saw Mrs. Nicholls in the hallway outside of the trauma room. Her gray hair was coming out of her bun and she looked worried. He could feel the doctor stitching up the bullet wound but there was no feeling to it. He was in shock but they also had numbed the area. Tim was lucky that the bullet was a through and through and only caught a fleshy part, nothing vital was hit.

"That's Dani's neighbor. She thinks I'm the father."

"Only you, Probie, would go along with that," Tony said, earning him a Gibbs smack upside the head.

Tony left to make the calls, Ziva went out to interrogate the old woman and Gibbs stayed with Tim. The injured man didn't know what to say but to apologize again. He felt horrible that Dani was taken by the men who she turned in. He felt horrible for whatever she was enduring while he was getting stitched up. He felt horrible because she was the last member of his boss' family. But he felt most horrible because after a day, Timothy McGee had a crush on Danielle Quartermaine.

"Boss, Metro has a report of the van being in a hit and run with a parked car a couple miles from Dani's condo about 10 minutes ago," Tony said as he rushed in.

"Ziva, DiNozzo get out there and see if you can find anything telling us where they went. I want Dani found now!"

The doctor finished applying a top layer of gauze and tape before Tim pushed him off and got off the table. He felt woozy but Dani was the priority now. He was fixed to a point and as long as he didn't stretch the wound, it shouldn't reopen. He grabbed his leather coat and did it up. It would have to do until he could grab another shirt.

"Boss, let's find Dani."