A/N I figured that since it's been so long, and I already have the rest thought out, I'd give you a few updates today. I'm just about done with this fanfic, but I'm completely lost on my other two, if any of you read them and can help me out, or at least give me a push.

Washington DC—Bullpen

"Gibbs," Callen began, "you can't just send us out there. We don't know where to look, or even what we're looking for! We need to keep looking here until we get a better lead. If we go out there, we could miss something, and then it might be too late. Think about this."

Gibbs turned on him, blue eyes flashing. "What if we miss something because we're here looking for leads where there are none? I've seen it happen. I've got to go with my gut on this one!"

"No. Gibbs, I've got to go with mine. I think you're too attached to this case to think straight." At the Gibbs glare he received, he backpedaled. "I know you know what can happen to even the best agents when their team is in danger. It's happened to me, too. We lose our judgment. If you want, we can send Kensi and Dom out there to look. But we can't send everybody we have on a wild goose chase! We will find a lead, and we will find your agents. But we need to be sensible as to how we go about doing that."

Gibbs, seeing his logic, deflated. "All right. Then Kensi, Dom, just drive around and if you see anything suspicious, call. McGee, Eric, up in MTAC. Use whatever you can up there to get that lead Callen seems so sure we'll find. Abby—"

"Gibbs, I know," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. "We'll find them; I know we will."

Washington DC?

Tony and Ziva were still arguing when the kidnappers returned. Before Tony could say another word, Ziva made her announcement: "I have decided to accompany you to Israel. I will do whatever you say; just please do not harm my friend."

The captors, though shocked at first, just laughed.

"I do not think that is a promise we can make," the first said.

"We need you to know the consequences for running away, so we can be sure that it won't happen again."

One advanced on Tony, and the other went to hold Ziva's head steady. This confused Tony for a moment, but it all became clear when his captor's boot collided powerfully with his gut. He doubled over in pain (as much as he could with his bindings) but his assailant refused to stop. He kept kicking, faster and harder each time.

Ziva tried in vain to use what had been drilled into her in Mossad: never show weakness. But it was no use; every hit elicited a gasp.

Finally, it stopped. Tony was almost unconscious, just a bloody lump on the floor. Then, wordlessly, the two switched places, and Tony's beating started up again. Ziva could not shake off her captor; could not look away.

When Tony was unconscious, they brought a rag into the room.

"Here, sweetheart, just breathe deeply…" the captor said, holding the rag to her face.

Chloroform, she thought, as she slowly drifted into nothingness.

Tony awoke in a new place; a type of shed with metal walls. He hurt everywhere. He gave an involuntary groan, and heard a dark chuckle.

"Good, you're awake. Let's finish this quickly then, shall we? We've got a plane to catch."

The two men started beating him again, together this time. Ziva was nowhere in sight. Tony was not conscious long enough to worry about her, however. He was out cold very quickly this time, his breathing uneven, but the captors continued to strike for several more minutes.

Finally, after putting a round into each of his legs, they left him to die.

Washington DC—NCIS HQ

"Gibbs!" McGee called from the catwalk. "I think we've got something!"

Gibbs took the stairs three at a time, but he still couldn't get there fast enough, in his opinion. McGee was almost smiling; that had to mean they'd found them, right? Finally, he reached MTAC, where there were two pictures on the screen in front of him.

"Who am I looking at?" je asked.

"Hopefully, it's our guy."

"Abby's facial comparison ID'ed him as the guy we saw leaving the scene of the 'accident' yesterday," explained Eric.

Gibbs was already heading for the door. "Good work. McGee, with me. Where are we going?"

"the camera picked him up at the entrance of a storage facility, five minutes ago."

"We'll take Callen and Hanna, and call Blye and Vaile on the way. We've got a lot of lockers to search, and who knows how much time."

Washington DC—Storage Lockers

They searched rows and rows of lockers, all empty of living beings. They did stumble upon a pile of bones, but were too preoccupied with the job at hand to even be remotely interested. McGee put yet another key into yet another lock. As the door opened, a groan escaped from within. Gibbs and McGee looked at each other and pulled their guns. When they were both ready, they whipped the door open.

"NCIS!" they yelled at the bruised and bloody man on the floor.

"McGee—"

"Ambulance. On it, Boss," he finished, replacing his gun in his holster and taking out his phone. Gibbs walked over to the man to see what he could do to help, and he cursed when he recognized him.

"Boss?" asked McGee, confused.

"Tell 'em we got an agent down. It's DiNozzo."

A/N Come on, if you don't have anything to say to me about that, there's something wrong with you! Review review review!