The truck continued on for two more hours. Which meant two more hours of Abby pacing back and forth, trying not to fall. And two hours of Tim sitting, trying to think of ways to get out of this mess, and wondering why this all seemed so familiar.

They had looked everywhere for their cell phones, but realized the men had taken them away after they had been drugged and kidnapped.

"A knife!" Abby exclaimed suddenly, "You have a knife!"

"I do?"

She nodded, "Gibbs rule number nine. Never go anywhere without a knife."

"Abbs, uh, I… I don't have a knife."

She glared at him, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I didn't really think I'd need it to go out to dinner. It's on my kitchen counter."

"How's that gonna help us?"

"It's not… How would it help us anyway?" Tim asked, "What are we gonna do, cut our way through steel?"

"Pick the lock!"

"It locks from the outside, Abby!"

"Well, then if they stopped and passed by the little opening, you could have reached out and stab them!"

"Oh, that's smart," He mumbled.

"What did you say?"

"I said, that's smart, but in a sarcastic way, meaning, that's NOT smart!"

Abby crossed her arms, "Don't yell at me!"

"You started it!"

"Did not!"

Tim rolled his eyes.

Abby walked up closer to him, "Why isn't it smart?" She asked, clearly annoyed.

He looked up at her, "Because, they're the only ones who may potentially open the door. And when they do, that's our chance to escape. We stab them, they won't open the door."

"And what if they open the door with guns in hand, ready to fire."

"Then we're screwed…" Ti sighed, "Either way, we're screwed."

Abby slid down the wall and sat next to Tim, "Sorry I yelled."

"Not your fault. Neither of us are at our best right now."

"You think we'll get out of here?"

"…Until we're dead, I'll always believe we're getting out of here."

They were both silent for a while, then Tim spoke up, "Why don't you have a knife?"

"I wouldn't carry weapons."

"You did when your stalker ex-boyfriend was after you."

"Different circumstances."

"Anything?" Gibbs asked as Tony entered the bullpen.

He shook his head, "No, McGee's car isn't at his place, but nothing's out of order. I picked his lock and everything was fine inside his apartment."

"Put a b-"

"Bolo out on his Porsche? Done, Boss."

Just then, Ziva exited the elevator, "Nothing at Abby's place. Her car is there and everything inside her apartment is in its usual order."

"Did Abby leave work at the same time you guys did?"

"Yes," Tony replied, "She and I shared the elevator."

"Did she say anything to you about where she might be going, or if she was even going anywhere?"

"I asked her if she wanted to go with me to get a few drinks and she said that she couldn't, she was busy. She didn't say anything else though."

"What about you, Ziva?"

"Neither of them said anything to me. I didn't see Abby before I left. Tim and I walked to our cars together because we were parked beside one another, but all we talked about was the oddness of the case we are working on."

Gibbs looked back at Tim's desk, "Get on his computer. Check his calendar. See if he wrote down anything for last night," Gibbs sighed in annoyance, "And what about their cell phones? Somebody needs to run a trace and find them!"

"I will do that right away, Gibbs," Ziva said as she went to her desk and sat down.

Tony was already at Tim's desk, pulling up his calendar.

Gibbs cursed under his breath, his patience becoming nonexistent, "I'm going down to Ducky."

As Gibbs left, Ziva and Tony shared a concerned glance, then went back to work.

"Hello, Jethro," Ducky said with a smile as Gibbs entered autopsy, "I can now confirm how this young man died. He did indeed suffocate in the back of that semi which he was found. Just like the others-"

"I'm not here about that, Duck. Abby and McGee are missing."

"Oh dear. What happened?"

Jimmy listened closely as he sat at Ducky's desk, going over paperwork.

"We don't know yet. They never came into work this morning. McGee's car is missing. Neither of their homes have been touched."

"You think they were taken together?"

"I think that whoever took one, took both. I'm not sure if they were together at the time or not."

"They were," Jimmy chimed in as he turned in the desk chair and stood up.

Gibbs turned towards him, "What?"

Jimmy suddenly got nervous, "Well, I- I was… I-"

"Spit it out, Palmer."

"I was passing by the lab today, going to the vending machines. I usually go to the vending machines on the main floor, but they were out of the cookies I wanted-"

"Palmer!" Gibbs exclaimed.

"Right, right. I heard Tim ask Abby if she wanted to go out to dinner. She accepted and he was going to pick her up at seven."

"I gotta go," Gibbs said as he hurried out of the room, "Thanks, Palmer," He called back.

"Let me know when you know anything, Jethro!"

"I will, Duck!"

The autopsy doors closed and Ducky stared at Jimmy suspiciously, "You heard all of that, just passing by?"

"I- I may have been walking sort of… slowly."

"Mhm."

Tim and Abby stood up, after sitting for another hour.

"How long do you think they've been driving for?" Abby asked.

"Including the time we were passed out? No idea. But since we've woken up," Tim looked at his watch, "A little over three hours."

"Three hours?" Abby repeated in disbelief, "It seems like its been a lot longer than that."

"I know."

The semi suddenly turned, throwing them both off guard. They slammed into the side of the truck.

"Ow!" Abby exclaimed, holding onto her head.

Tim grabbed his shoulder, "Are you okay?" He asked.

She nodded, "Yeah, just bumped my head. You?"

"Shoulder hurts, but it's fine."

"Maybe we should just sit back down."

"Good idea."

As they went to sit, the semi came to a screeching halt.

"What was that?" Abby asked nervously.

"We stopped."

"What are they gonna do to us?"

Tim shook his head, "Nothing," He replied. He now knew why it all seemed so familiar to him… And he also knew that they were going to be left there to die… slowly.

Just so you guys don't wonder what happened in case I don't update: I'm going to be staying at my grandma's house from Thursday until Sunday evening. I don't know whether that means I'll have less or more time to write, but if I don't update for a few days, I haven't forgotten about the story.

I'm kind of even, possibly leaving you guys hanging here for like 4-5 days. haha Sorry! I may be able to update though. Just not sure.

Thank you all for the reviews :) I love them like Abby loves giving and receiving hugs!