"Damian Wayne, age 10, was kidnapped in Gotham City thirteen days ago between Wayne Manor and his school. Since his father was working at Wayne Towers the entire day, he did not notice his son's absence until much later that night when he went to see if Damian was in bed. Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne estate butler, who was usually at the Manor, was away for the day assisting with the preparations for the Wayne Foundation Ball to be held in three weeks time. Both of their alibis have been cleared," Tony recited.

Ziva began where he left off, "Bruce then called Dick Grayson, who did not answer his call, as he was on duty in Buldhaven. His partner Amy Rohrbach has confirmed this. After leaving Officer Grayson a voicemail, Bruce called his other son, Timothy Drake, who is staying with friends in California. Tim's whereabouts at the time of the kidnapping are confirmed, and he has not heard from Damian. Bruce made several more calls to people that might have seen Damian, but no one was with him. Bruce then called Commissioner Gordon of the Gotham City Police Department, and forces have been looking for the child since."

"It hasn't gone to the press yet," McGee told Alex, "because Wayne doesn't want to give the kidnappers more publicity or endanger Damian. No note or ransom was demanded, which is extremely strange. Four days ago, while we were investigating the death of a Petty Officer, we found Damian tied up in a room with a sign around his neck." McGee made a motion to put the picture on the big screen, but looked at Alex and hesitated.

"Put it up please," Alex requested, noticing Tim's hesitation. "I can handle it; I swear."

Looking at Gibbs and receiving the approving nod, Tim pulled up the photo on the screen. Alex sucked in his breath when he saw the state that Damian was in; blood was everywhere and Damian look…helpless. He was too thin and he was bound in a way that he, in his weakened state, could not escape. Yet…looking at Damian's eyes, Alex could still see the determination in them and knew Damian would fight tooth and nail until the very end.

"How'd you get the picture?" Alex asked curiously. Tony quickly explained how Damian had led them to the hidden room he was in by making noise—he would pull himself up on the rope and drop his knees, but when they tried to free him, he kept shaking his head "no" and staring at their cameras. Getting the message, they took some to study later. Alex shook in head in exasperation, "Damian would do something like that. He wants everything accounted for and documented."

"How would you know?" Dick curiously asked, facing away from the horrifying photos. "I mean, I know it because I live with him. But he only met you once."

"Few times, actually. After the whole kidnapping attempt, he came by a few days later. Wanted to know everything about me so that he could figure out why Shaw and Larson wanted to kidnap me. It was amazing to watch, really—Damian sure knows his stuff. He'll make an excellent detective someday."

"He already is," Dick murmured softly so that no one could hear. Louder he said, "Continue the explanation please, Tim."

"Sure thing Dick," Tim responded. He zoomed in on the picture, to allow everyone to clearly see the sign that was hung around Damian's neck. "Ziva translated this sign for us; it says 'Your move, Beloved,' and Dick had told us that it is from Damian's mother, who only refers to Bruce as 'Beloved.' We have been unable to contact this woman."

"Four days ago," Gibbs turned to face Alex now, "on the same day we rescued him, Damian was abducted again. He had barely been conscious for an hour when Deathstroke came here. He came through the window and demanded Damian come with him or he'd start killing everyone. Damian threw McGee off of him and agreed to the man's demands. He was clothed only in a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants—he wounds had just been dressed and cared for. Ducky, our medical examiner, was surprise the kid was up with the amount of drugs and painkillers he had given him. Damian walked over in his bare feet, through the shards of glass with his head and hands held high. When he was within arm's reach, Deathstroke, who had been training his gun on me, shot Damian in the stomach. He stumbled and fell onto all of that glass and landed at the man's feet. He told us that if we made one move, he'd blow the kids brains out. He threw Damian over his shoulder and threatened us to wait 10 minutes before we did or said anything, or he'd send back Damian's fingers—one for each minute we didn't give him."

Alex was furious, "That bloody bastard!" Dick was biting his lower lip, hands clenched tightly together. Alex was sure that, even for the number of times the story hand been re-accounted, it never got easier to hear it. Even Gibbs and his team were emotional as they recited it.

Gibbs gave Alex an understanding and knowing look. "We did as he wanted—no movement or sound for 10 minutes. After the time was up, McGee told us that Damian had left him with instructions—call Grayson and tell him 'Red X.'"

"So they did," Grayson finished. "And I came up here as soon as I could."

"How long was Damian held captive the first time? Eight days?" Alex asked quietly.

Officer Grayson looked down at the teenager and nodded. Alex could see the sadness and despair in his eyes. "Here," the officer said suddenly, pulling out his cell phone, "listen to the message Bruce left me."

Alex held the phone to his ear and the recording played. "Hey, Dick, this is Bruce. I'm sorry to bother you when you have patrol, but I can't find Damian. Alfred was gone the entire day, so I thought maybe he went to your place? We all know how he likes you more than the rest of us…I hate to admit it, but I'm worried Dick. Damian's been on edge lately, but I've been so busy at work that I just…" a heavy sigh, "Just…call me when you get this to let me know he's safe with you. Tell him I'm not mad, but to answer his cell phone—I gave it to him for a reason. Alright…call me when you get this. Bye." Alex looked up at Grayson, who sighed.

"That's the first one. I texted Bruce saying the Damian wasn't with me, but to try his cell again and call anyone he could possibly be with. I thought he could be with his dog Titus wandering the grounds—he does that a lot. I had to go back to questioning a subject, so I didn't know what was going on or get this until later."

Alex listened to the next message as the NCIS team worked intently, having already heard both messages. "Dick? Dick I need you to call me as soon as you get this. Damian's missing. I'm almost sure of it. His phone is under his bed, off—I don't think he took it with him this morning. Titus is here as well, and he hasn't been walked—and Damian always walks Titus. I check the security feeds—Damian never came home. I mean, he might have pulled his stunts where he goes in all the blind spots, but I made sure he couldn't! And there's no evidence that he even came home at all! Tim hasn't spoken to him in a week, Stephanie said Damian sent her an email two days ago, but that's it. No one has seen Damian today since he left school at 2 o'clock today. That's over nine hours Dick! What happened to him? What do we do? I'm going to call Commissioner Gordon. Call me immediately if Damian turns up at your place, ok?" The voicemail ended abruptly as Bruce hung up.

"Bruce always said he was going to regret me allowing Damian so much freedom," Dick said in a joking manner, but the sadness in his voice was evident.

"Boss, I may have a lead," McGee said, as he hung up the phone and Dick practically leaped over to where he was.

"What is it Probie?" Tony anxiously asked.

"Motel said they had a person matching Damian and Deathstroke's descriptions rent a room for the night two nights ago," Tim replied.

"Let's move out," Gibbs ordered. "Tim, with me. Tony with Ziva. Grayson and Rider, you two will stay back a bit, understand me? Affirmative nods and the six were on their way.

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