"This is strange," Ziva said as they all sat at their desks, busily working to figure out where Tim and Abby were at.

"Find something on the video?" Tony asked as both he and Gibbs stood up and walked over to Ziva's desk.

She looked up, "Huh? Oh, no. Just… this letter. It does not match up to the previous semi murders."

"Wha' do ya mean, Ziva?" Gibbs asked.

"Well, with the other men who were taken and killed, the killer, or killers, didn't leave notes then. Why didn't they leave a note with the third victim, saying we should have found the second sooner? Or leave a note with the fourth, saying we should have found the third?"

"Maybe they just now decided we were taking too long?" Tony guessed.

Ziva shook her head, "No, this just does not feel right."

"Your gut talkin' to ya?" Gibbs asked.

Ziva looked up at him, confused, "Guts can speak?"

Gibbs rolled his eyes, "What doesn't feel right, Ziva?"

"A few days ago we were talking about how whoever our killers were, they enjoyed thinking about those men dying in the back of those trucks. They," She looked at Tony, "Got off on it, yes?"

Tony nodded.

"Yes," She continued, "They would not be writing letters telling us to find what they enjoy most. They would want Tim and Abby to die. That is their joy."

"So, this is a copycat?" Tony questioned.

"Seems more personal," Gibbs replied.

Tony was confused, "Personal for Tim and Abby? They're like the two people in the world that have no enemies… Well, none that would want to kill them... anymore. I mean, there are people that Tim's put away that like him. They write him, thanking him for being so kind!"

Gibbs sighed, "I'm not talking about McGee and Abbs. I'm talking about whoever took them. They have something against the team, and this case."

"Could this be for attention?" Ziva asked.

"If it is, then we're not givin' it to them."

"What do you mean, Boss?"

"Right now our focus is on McGee and Abby, nothing else matters. We'll figure out who did it, after we bring them back home safely."

Tony and Ziva nodded in agreement.

"Anything on their cell phones?" Gibbs asked.

"Nothing," Ziva replied, "They seem to have been turned off."

"What about the videos?"

"I am fast forwarding both of them right now. They should be in view soon." She got up, then put both videos, side by side, up on the plasma. She stopped when Tim's car pulled up and parked.

"This is them parking and going into the restaurant."

"Fast forward it until they're walking out."

"Okay."

They all watched the screen as the video fast forwarded, showing people coming and going… mostly going.

"That's them!" Tony called out, louder than what was actually necessary.

Ziva pressed the play button.

The street was empty, except for Tim and Abby. From one video they could see them from behind, and the other from the front.

They watched as Tim and Abby walked, and laughed.

"I feel like I am spying on them," Ziva said as they watched Abby wrap her arms around Tim's arm.

That feeling didn't last long as the semi passed by just in time for two people, dressed in black from head to toe, to sneak up behind Tim and Abby, grab them, drug them, and throw them into the back of the semi… which had stopped up the street and now only the back was visible. Then one of the people came back, carrying Tim and Abby's things, and put them in the car.

"That was… quick," Tony said in a slight shock as the person disappeared out of sight and the semi drove away.

Gibbs sighed, "They spent a lot of time planning."

"They did not even have a chance to fight back." Ziva rewound the video and they watched again, "That drug must have been very strong."

"The time on the video is just after nine," Tony began, "It's ten fifteen now, and the note said we have forty-eight hours, so we have..."

"We have thirty five hours and forty three minutes left," Ziva finished for him.

"Then let's stop wasting time," Gibbs said impatiently, "Ziva, take the video down to cyber-crimes, get one of them down there to… do whatever the heck they do to videos. I want it as clear as possible! And I want it done fast!"

"Right away, Gibbs."

"DiNozzo, pull up all of the locations that the previous semi's were found. See if there's a pattern that we missed before."

Tony nodded, "On it, Boss."

Gibbs stood still for a moment, then took a deep breath. He went to his desk, grabbed his gear, then began to leave.

"Where are you going, Boss?"

"Going in the direction of that semi!"

"Need!…" Gibbs was already in the elevator, the door closing behind him, "Backup?" Tony sighed, rested his elbows on his desk, and rubbed his forehead, "We're gone get you out Abbs and Probster, just hang in there."

He sighed once again, then got back to work.

Sorry for the lack of McGee and Abby, they'll be back (no duh, right?). I just felt that even though this is a Tim/Abby story, I still need to show the rest of the team, and I didn't want to overdo the chapter with going back and forth from the semi, to bullpen, to semi, to bullpen. I just kind of wanted a little chapter on how the rest of the team is taking things.

Hope you guys still enjoyed the chapter, even though it was short and lacked the main characters. Review and let me know what you think :)