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A/N: I REALLY love quotations. Not just the part from mother Teresa. There are always quotes that inspire me to write chapters. This time it was this one:
„No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear."(Edmund Burke)
Disclaimer: I own NCIS and all the characters-wait, no I don't. Not a single thing. Too bad.
They had reached their destination half an hour ago. It had been very surprising, because they had met another person there. Tim didn't really pay attention, but he noticed that that other man called the grumpy-gun-guy, that was the nickname Tim gave his abductor, the master. That was very confusing. But in fact everything about this was confusing. He had no idea why they took him and they didn't look like terrorists. And the skew hut where he was now was neither a special place nor really hidden. It was just a small building.
After they had arrived, the other man, most likely some kind of apprentice, had bound his hands behind his back locked him in a small room. Now, Tim lay on the side, which was actually the most comfortable position, and thought. Not about a way out, that wouldn't lead to anything, because he was unarmed and outnumbered. He thought about the things that were about to happen. He couldn't tell what they would do next. All he knew was that his future didn't look good. And he couldn't help but feel sorry. What if he died now, before he could even say goodbye to his friends and to Sarah. It was just crappy. Everything was crappy.
Sarah McGee sat in the library. They had called her. They told her per phone call that her brother was missing. And now, now she was alone. She hadn't spoken to any of the other students about it, she just skipped class and tried to realize what happened. She had always been so proud of him. She had been so proud that her brother, her clever, geeky older brother, was a federal agent. That he solved crimes, that he served his country. But now was the first time Sarah actually understood how dangerous his job was. That he put his life on the line, all the time. Unfortunately, she noticed it a bit too late.
"You are a terrible person, Tony!"
He turned to Ziva who was facing him with an angry looked that rivaled Gibbs.
"What do you mean?" "You called her. You told her on the phone that her brother is missing and we have no idea where he is. That's not nice!" Tony rolled his eyes.
"I couldn't waste any time, and in fact, Gibbs just said `Inform Sarah`, so..." He shrugged. Sarah was the smallest of his worries right now.
"You're a heartless person, Tony DiNozzo!" He smiled. "You're the one to talk!" "What? What is that supposed to mean? You are going to regret that you said that, Tony!"
"He can regret later, fighting won't help McGee!" interrupted Gibbs. Ziva nodded. Tony decided not to be angry with her. She was just stressed because of Tim's disapperance. They all were. It was very hard, especially because they had no clue. Neither about the perpetrator nor about the why and where. All they could hope of was that Abby found something. That's why they were going to her lab now.
"Hey, do you have any news? Did you find him?" asked the goth, as soon as they entered the room. Tony sadly shook his head. She sighed.
"I'm so sorry, but I didn't find anything. I really tried, but...The mug is just mug, it doesn't tell me what I need to know. And the prints, well, I checked the whole car but I just found Tim's, Sarah's and some of yours. And a few I couldn't identify but that doesn't help either." Tony and Ziva looked at each other. They all knew what that meant. They had nothing, absolutely nothing.
The good thing about his new situation was, if there was anything good about it at all, that they didn't hurt him. It was as if they wanted to keep him in the best condition, well not, really, but they surely wanted to keep him unharmed. Tim didn't dare to think about the reason for that kindness. He was sure he would find it out soon enough. He had spent the whole day here and so he had enough time to think about everything. He came to the conclusion that the apprentice was more dangerous to him. The only thing that seemed to hold him back from kicking Tim everytime he did something wrong like moving or talking, was the master. He didn't say anything, it was just his presence. He seemed to be very important for the apprentice. Although Tim hated the master just as much as the other man he was grateful for everytime he was there. He felt a bit safer then, though the apprentice didn't hurt him when he wasn't there either.
But there was something else. They were often outside. He didn't know what they were doing, but after hearing a few of their conversations he came to the conclusion that they prepared something, something for him. As grateful as he was for the fact that they didn't do anything to him the whole day, as fearful was he about what they planned to do. What they prepared.
No, that wasn't right. He was much more afraid than grateful. He almost wished that they just told him what it was, no matter how terrible it might be. It was this waiting. Waiting always drove him nuts. People thought that he was very patient, because he could sit at his computer for hours, waiting for something, but that was completely different. When he did that, he always knew the goal and it helped him keep his head clear, because he knew why he waited. And he knew that it was worth it. But this...He couldn't stand to do nothing. It was almost like a little lamb, waiting to be brought to the butcher.
Yeah, that fit it. That was how he felt. And it wasn't a good feeling. His arms and shoulders, in fact his whole body, hurt because of the uncomfortable position he kept the entire day and his stomach was completely empty because they didn't give him anything to eat, just a little bit water. The last time he had a bit food was when he ate breakfast and he just had a yogurt. Maybe they wanted to starve him to death. That wasn't a good way to die. And it would be kind of pointless, after all, they abducted a federal agent. And there was still this whole thing with master and apprentice. The question was, what did the master teach his student? It could be nothing good, that was clear, but he had a feeling that it was important to the outcome of this.
Well, there was no way to find that out right now, so he could just concentrate on a way out, though he knew it was pointless. It was a good thing to keep himself busy and he could use every distraction.
Tim didn't exactly know how long he'd stay there. That depended on the time they needed to finish their preparations, but no matter how long it would be, his team had to hurry to safe him. Because that was everything right now. Trust. Trust in the skills of his team.
Tim was very tired. Maybe it was the stress, because at this time of the day(he could actually only guess the time) he usually wasn't tired. But what was usual about this? Maybe he could sleep a bit, just a bit.
But in that moment the apprentice came back in. He was very loud. Great. After drinking a bit water(That guy may behave like he would drink beer for living, but he didn't even took coffee, just water) he sat down at the small table. He seemed a bit exhausted but Tim didn't really care about his well-being. He didn't care about Tim's either. But their was something else, except exhaustion. Tim noticed some kind of eagerness or anticipation. What ever the man was looking forward to, it was surely very bad for Tim.
But in fact, Tim wasn't really trying to figure it out. He didn't want to know how gruesome they'd kill him. Not anymore. Every second in the hut brought different emotions. Sometimes it was anger, sometimes impatience, but most of the time just fear. And that fear kept him from thinking clearly. He had an entire day to observe, but still wasn't a lot farther than before because he was afraid. The whole time. It hadn't been so worse at the beginning, but now...Now that he knew that they weren't going to send him home again. Now that he knew that he wouldn't find a way to escape. That he was reliant to the mercy of this obviously crazy people.
Tim hated to be afraid. Of cause everyone hated that, but he was a federal agent. He wasn't supposed to be afraid. He was supposed to stay calm. Well, it was to late for that now. He was already afraid. Tim sighed and tried to find an at least a little bit more comfortable position and then, with a lest glance over to the apprentice, closed his eyes.
And soon, he was deep asleep.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Oh, new chapter online. I know, it's not very much. And not so good. But I was already later than usual, and I wanted to get the chapter finished. That was really hard for me to write. I NEVER really finished one of my longer story's, I still, think about them, but I stop writing but now that I actually have an audience I think I have to. But at the same time it's fun. I enjoy it. I'd enjoy it even more, if you review the chapter. I will try to update soon.
I have NO idea what time it is where you live, but it's night where I live, so I will finish this quickly and go to sleep. Which is what I should do at around 3am.
Oh, and a little warning: I will write more quotations in the fat black text at the beginning of a chapter(What is it called again?), because, like I said, I just LOVE them. So: Be prepared.
Thank you for your time. Good night!