So, that's the second chapter or the first real chapter, that depends on how you see it. I hope that you like the story. Please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of it's characters, that didn't really changed and is probably not going to change. I just own the story, my head and the morbid wish to hurt my McGee.
Thank you for reading(If you're reading this, what you probably are, because if not, you couldn't read this...)
McGee sighed. Tony just called and said that he should get coffee for everyone and something to eat only for Tony. Tony and Ziva were kind of angry with him because he managed to "escape" work yesterday and went home on time while his co-workers were stuck in the office with an angry Gibbs. He was angry because they had a very hard case and no clue. And the coffee machine was broken. That was a bad mix so McGee just hurried to get everything, because being late to work could probably mean a slow, agonising and very painful death.
When he went out of the coffee shop and to his car he didn't notice the man who stood up and followed him. When he reached his Porsche, he suddenly sensed someone behind him. He quickly put the coffee on the roof of the car and turned around, while he tried to grab his weapon, but the other person pushed him hard against the car and grabbed the gun first. Before Tim could organize himself again, he felt the barrel pressed against his chest.
"Be quiet, get in the car!" ordered his attacker. McGee nodded and moved to the other side. He then climbed in the drivers seat and waited, his hands slightly raised. The man got in the car too, Tim's gun still in his hands. McGee thought. He had to find a way out of it. Or at least he had to find a way to inform the team.
"Drive!"
McGee nodded and pulled the key out of his pocket, with shaking hands. As soon as he started to drive, the other man gave instructions. Tim focused his eyes on the street and prayed that the man might not notice how he slowly, carefully pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Thank god he was left handed and kept his cell phone in his left pocket. Without looking he felt the keyboard and counted the keys. He then dialed one number on speed dial and waited. He had to make sure that Gibbs wasn't saying anything, when he'd put the phone on speaker.
When he did it he quickly said something, to signale his boss that he had to be quiet. "Where do we drive next?" he asked. "Shut up, I will tell you!" was the harsh response. McGee somehow wondered how the man wanted to shoot him, if he did something wrong, without dying in the crash(Which somehow is the way Shannon and Kelly Gibbs died), but he didn't really want to try. "Shall I turn on the radio?" he asked, happily. Of cause, he wasn't happy but somehow he now just wanted to, well, tease that man. Tony would be so proud.
"I said shut up, and now turn right!"
Tim nodded, now silent again. But he wasn't for long, because he wanted to inform Gibbs of his situation with all the details. Though he could just hope that Gibbs didn't hang up the phone before he put it on speaker.
"What do you want?"
"I thought I told you to shut up! Just drive, or I'll shoot you!"
Tim almost smiled. The guy told Gibbs exactly what Tim wanted him to tell. He would smile, but given that it was his life, he didn't really felt to do so.
After a few more instructions, the man ordered him to stop the car. It was a abandoned backstreet. That wasn't encouraging.
"Get out!"
He is not a friend of many words! thought Tim(Sorry if I got that wrong but that's something we say in Germany and I just translated it, while I have actually NO idea what you say in America or where ever). He dropped the cell phone in the footwell, so that the man wouldn't notice it and opened the door. After he got out, the man pressed the gun, Tim's own gun, against his back and shoved him forward. Tim looked back at his car and for the first time really began to fear for his life.
Tony had stomachache(I hope that's the right word). He worked the whole day and night and everything he had to eat was some chocolate from the vending machine and that was not so good for his stomach. But he didn't dare to complain and certainly not to ask for any real food. At least McGee would get him something. In that moment Gibbs phone rang.
"What?" he asked as soon as he picked it up. "Poor caller!" Tony whispered to Ziva, who smiled.
"Who is there?" Gibbs asked. He looked at the display of the phone to check the number. "McGee?" Tony and Ziva frowned. Gibbs didn't seem to think a lot, he just looked very annoyed. Suddenly, Gibbs' expression changed. He listened quietly to something and then signaled Tony to trace the call. Tony exchanged glances with Ziva, before he started.
"Got him, boss!" Gibbs didn't look up for a while. Tony chose to ignore it and just followed McGee's cell phone. Suddenly it came to a stop. It was just a few seconds later, that Gibbs hang up the phone. He stood up.
"Did you find him, DiNozzo?" Tony nodded. "Good!" said Gibbs and stormed to the elevator. Tony and Ziva quickly followed.
"What's going on, Gibbs?" asked Ziva. "I'll explain in the car!" answered the ex-marine. He then pressed the button of the elevator and soon, they were on their way.
Tim and his captivator were far away from the car now. McGee carefully watched his surroundings, he wanted to miss nothing. But at the same time, he had just one thing in his mind.
I don't want to die. I want to live, I want to live! I have to survive! That seemed to be the most important thing right now.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Thank you all for reading, I will try to update soon. Sorry, I know it's not so good and there are probably a lot mistakes. It stopped raining and I'm happy now, but I'd be even more happy, if you review this story.