"Hello, I'm Eric Smith. How are you today?" A happy man in his mid-forties asked as Tony and Ziva entered the building, "Are you two newlyweds looking for a truck to move your things into one house?"

Tony and Ziva glanced at each other, then pulled out their badges, "We're not together," Tony said as they walked up to the counter and showed him their credentials, "We're NCIS agents, DiNozzo and David."

"NCIS?" The man repeated in question form, clearly clueless to the name.

Ziva sighed inwardly, "Naval Criminal Investigative Service. We are here about some women who recently rented a truck from your place."

"Uh, ma'am-"

"Agent David," She corrected.

He nodded, "Agent David, we get quite a few women in here all the time. Actually, we get more women than men… Most of them are in the middle of a divorce."

"This may be a group of women that came in together," Tony continued, "Three, possibly four."

Eric thought for a moment, "Two days ago there were three women who came in and rented a truck. They paid, in cash, to rent it for a week. Said they had a couple of fragile items they needed to move."

"Please tell me you have video surveillance set up in here," Tony said.

"I do. I can get you the tapes from that day," He replied, then went into a room in the back.

"'A couple of fragile items,'" Tony repeated as he and Ziva looked at one another.

"I believe those three women are the ones we are looking for."

"So do I." Tony looked at his watch, then counted the amount of time they had left.

"We still have quite a bit of time," Ziva said, noticing the worried look on his face.

Tony sighed, "I know."

Eric returned with three videos, "These are all the tapes from the day they came. They should be on tape two, but you can take all three of them, just in case."

Ziva smiled, "Thank you."

Tony took the tapes and began to leave, but Ziva didn't move.

"Do you mind if we have a look at your trucks?" She asked.

Tony turned around, looking confused.

"Of course not. I'll show you around. Follow me."

Tony caught up to Ziva as she followed Eric outside through a back door, "Why are we looking at the trucks?"

"Because, I want to see exactly what McGee and Abby are in."

"If you don't mind me asking," Eric began, "What is this about?"

"Two of our co-workers were drugged and kidnapped by these women. They were thrown into the back of the semi and are now being left to suffocate and die," Ziva replied, very matter-of-factly.

He stopped and stared at her, "Wow… That's- that's terrible. I'm so sorry."

"Their not dead yet," Tony replied, "We just need to find them. Soon."

"Of course." Eric began walking again, "All of my trucks are the same. Same size, everything." He led them to one of the many trucks that were lined up. He opened the back so they could see inside.

"What's the opening on the side for?" Tony asked.

"Some things need to have air when being moved."

Tony stared at him, giving him a questioning look.

"I know, sounds weird, but it's true. When I first started the business I was asked, a lot, if my trucks had any openings on them. They didn't at first, but I added it to all of my trucks about a year ago. There's a cover on the side that you can slide over and close the opening, in case it's raining, or you just want it closed."

Ziva climbed into the truck, "Will you shut both the door and the opening?"

"What are you doing, Ziva?" Tony asked.

"Seeing." She looked at Eric, "Close it, please."

He nodded, "Okay." First he closed the door, shutting her in. Then he walked over to the small opening and closed that as well. "What's your partner doing?"

He sighed, "Checking things."

"You know what?" Eric asked, then continued without waiting for an answer, "I don't know why I forgot this. I don't remember the name of the woman who actually paid for the truck, but all of my trucks have different numbers on them. I can give you a list from that day if that'll help. Then, once you figure out who the right woman is, I can track the truck. I put a locator on every one of my trucks."

"That's a lot of help," Tony replied, a feeling of positivity running through him.

"I'll go get it now. When she's ready to come out, just pull the latch and push up."

Tony nodded, "Okay."

Ziva stood inside of that pitch black truck. She couldn't see a thing. She thought about there being two people inside, and, knowing Abby, calling out for help, losing oxygen in the process.

She walked from one end of the semi, to the other. Back and forth, back and forth.

She shook her head, multiple thoughts running through her mind.

After a couple of minutes she banged on the door, "I am ready," She called out.

Tony pulled the latch, then pushed the door up.

Ziva jumped down, "They do not have as much time as we thought," She said to Tony.

"What do you mean?"

"I can not say for sure, but based on common sense, I would say they had about twelve hours left… maybe."

"Ziva, you just knocked seventeen hours off of our time!" He exclaimed.

"I know that, Tony! But I also know what it is like in there. There is no way they have twenty-nine hours left!" Ziva looked around, "Where is Eric?"

"Getting us a list of names from people who came in and rented a semi two days ago. We match a name to a truck then he can show us where the truck is at."

"That is good. That should not take much time."

"It better not," Tony replied with a sigh.

Another hour passed by. Abby was sitting on the floor, her head leaning against the truck door. She continued knocking on it, but no longer yelled. Her throat was dry and she was getting tired.

She looked back at Tim's outline at the other end of the truck. Neither of them had spoken since their argument, "What are you doing?" She asked, breaking the silence.

"Sitting."

"I know that… I meant, what are you thinking?"

He shrugged, "I don't know."

She sighed. Again there was silence.

About a minute later she sighed again, "I have to pee."

Tim snorted at the randomness of the statement. He quickly wiped the smile off of his face and cleared his throat. "So pee," He replied.

"Where am I supposed to do that?"

He threw up his arms, "I don't know, pick a corner."

If she could have seen his eyes from across the room, she would have glared at him, "Are you kidding me? I can't just pee in a random corner!"

"Well, there's not exactly a bathroom anywhere nearby, so I don't think you have a choice."

She crossed her arms and sat there for a few minutes, but there was no way she could hold it any longer. She stood up, "Turn around."

"What?"

"Turn around!"

"Abby, I can barely see you-"

"Turn around!" She demanded.

He sighed and scooted himself around until he was fully turned. 'We better get out of here soon.'

Ziva had spent an hour going over the video. Fast forwarding through men who came in and slowing down every time a woman entered. It seemed to take forever to get to the group of three women, but when she did, she was shocked by who she saw.

"Gibbs, Tony, look!" She put the video up on the plasma, "These women look familiar to you?"

They watched for a moment.

"Oh my God!" Tony exclaimed, "The men that were found in the semi's... Those are their wives!"

Ugh! I have not felt well today! I hate feeling icky! It's so annoying.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter... You know what's annoying? When you're working on two stories and you have two other story ideas stuck in your head that won't get out! There is no way I am going to tackle four stories at once! NO WAY! The other two will have to wait their turn!... It's still annoying though :P