Gibbs and Ziva found nothing at neither Brittany nor Gina's houses. However, Tony was lucky at Donna's place. Just as he was kicking in the front door, she was running out the back. However, the fact that she wasn't a good runner, and she couldn't climb over her security fence fast enough, gave Tony the advantage. He caught her without a problem and, for a moment, he let himself forget that she was a woman. To him, she was just another dirtbag that he was cuffing and putting away.

"Where are my people?" Gibbs asked angrily. He, Tony and Ziva had been taking turns with Donna for the past three hours.

"You are the investigator, Agent Gibbs. Figure it out yourself."

Gibbs sat down and glared at her, saying nothing.

She leaned forward, "You can glare, yell, and try to intimidate me all you want, but it's not gonna work. If you would have done your job right in the first place, then you wouldn't currently be in this predicament," An evil smile spread across her face, "How is it, knowing that people you care about are dying right now? They're beginning to fight for breath. Soon they'll be gasping for air, slowly suffocating… until they die. How does that feel, Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs remained silent.

She leaned back in her chair, "You don't have to tell me. I already know. Remember, my husband died the same way? All because you couldn't find him fast enough."

Gibbs took a deep breath, stood up, and left out of the room.

Tony and Ziva met him in the hallway.

"This is pointless, Boss," Tony began, "She's never gonna tell us where they are."

Ziva crossed her arms, "I can get her to talk," She said with no doubt in her voice, "Just say the words."

"How much time is left?" Gibbs asked.

Tony looked at his watch, "A little under eight hours."

"What about the guy at the truck place? I thought he could track the truck?"

"The women turned off the tracking device. Eric is not sure how they did it. He said it has never happened before."

Gibbs sighed, "Tony, go back to Donna's place. Take a couple of agents with you. Look through everything. Try to find something that could lead us to that truck! Ziva, you do the same, at Brittany's. I'm going to Gina's."

"Gibbs, I could find out right now where they are if yo-"

"Ziva, we still have about eight hours. I'm not ready to resort to torture yet!"

"We do not know how far away the semi even is, Gibbs! We could have a longer drive than that!"

"Ziva, go!"

Ziva sighed angrily, but did as she was told.

Tim and Abby were getting tired. They were both in the same spot as before. Abby's head was still on Tim's chest, but they were both slouched now. It seemed as though their energy was being drained both quickly and suddenly.

It wasn't that long ago when Abby was banging on the door, yelling for someone to get them out. Now, just the thought of doing that made Abby even more tired.

Tim struggled to stay awake. There was no way he was going to fall asleep. Because, one: He wouldn't leave Abby alone like that. And two: If he fell asleep, he knew there was about an eighty percent chance he'd never wake up again.

Tim swallowed the small amount of spit that was in his mouth, "Do you… do you remember when I told you I… had a tattoo?" He asked, having to takes short breaths between every few words.

"Yeah… You showed it… to me," Abby replied sleepily.

"Well…" He swallowed again. His voice was even raspier than before, "Remember you asked me what the meaning… behind it was? I told you that there was no real meaning, I just… I just wanted one."

"I remember."

"I… lied."

Her eyebrows furrowed. She lifted her head so she could look up at him, "What are you talking about?"

"I got it… for you. To impress you," He said with a small smile.

She was still confused, "Why are… you telling me this?"

He shrugged, "Just wanted… you to know."

She laid her head back on his chest and wrapped an arm around him. Her eyes closed and she smiled slightly, "Well, it worked."

Gibbs was in a back room at Gina's house. He had now been there for almost two hours… and he had nothing.

Thoughts of Abby and Tim suffocating flashed through his mind. He remembered the way they found the other victims… except now it was Tim and Abby's faces instead of the men.

Suddenly the wall in front of him turned into a punching bag. He hit it as hard as he could, cursing loudly at the same time, anger running through his veins.

One of the agents that had come with him to the house, came running back, "Are you okay, Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs looked down at his hand and saw his knuckles were bleeding, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine! Go back to work."

"Yes sir."

Gibbs shook out his hand. The pain made him realize that the injury was probably a little more than just bloody knuckles. Things felt broken, but he didn't have enough time to care about whatever he had done to his hand.

He got out his phone and called Tony.

"Hey, Boss."

"Got anything?"

"Nope, not a thing. We-"

Gibbs hung up, then called Ziva.

"Yes, Gibbs?"

"Find anything?"

"Nothing."

Gibbs sighed, "You said to just say the words?"

Ziva had to think about what he was talking about for a moment, then she remembered, "Yes. Just say the words."

He took a deep breath, "Do it. Do whatever you have to."

Ziva nodded, "I am leaving now."

Random note: I have the theme song to The Office stuck in my head.

Now that I've gotten my random note out: Please let me know what you think about chapter nine. I love reading the reviews :)