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6

Jethro could have saved this trip. The factory had closed down 2 weeks ago.

It was a waste of time, nothing more. While he went back to the car he hoped that his two agents had more luck.

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Gibbs felt it rather than he heard it.

He felt a pain he experienced a little too often in his life.

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Maybe I should change my occupation.

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The bullet went through his thigh.

His leg couldn't hold him any longer and eventually his body said hello to the ground.

Apparently they were on the right track.

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Maybe handyman or carpenter…

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He drew his Sig shortly after he saw a black limousine approach, but when the vehicle finally came to a halt he was already unconsciousness.

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Another car approached after Jethro had drifted into the darkness.

A few minutes passed before a second man arrived at the side of his boss.

"Good shot, you're indeed worth your money."

"Thank you."

"Before you gag him, dress his wound, we need him alive."

"Yes."

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The suit wearing man stopped in his tracks.

"I almost forgot something" he turned towards his chauffeur and outstretched his arm.

His faithful underling handed him a simple digital camera which he took into his clove covered hands.

He took a few pictures before he motioned the shooter to dress Gibbs' wounds and get him into his car.

With a cold smile he put the camera into an envelope and placed it onto the driver seat.

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Something was very wrong, she could feel it.

Trance-like she grabbed her cell and speed-dialled Gibbs's cell.

No one picked up.

She repeated the action with the same outcome.

Finally Tim looked up from his current tasked.

"You ok?"

"No." Abby said without looking up.

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Two hours passed, in which Abby was mainly occupied with dialling Gibbs' cell.

Finally she dialled Tony's phone.

As soon as she heard him pick up the line she began to speak.

"Tony, I've the feeling something really bad has happened, you have to go check on Gibbs."

"Take a breath Abs, have you tried to call him."

"I've done nothing else the last two hours."

She heard Tony sigh.

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Not picking up that long was not even normal for Gibbs especially when Abby was calling.

"Alright I'll check on him."

"Thanks Tony, be careful!"

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Tony knew something was wrong the moment he saw Gibbs car standing on an otherwise empty parking lot with one open door.

Way before he stopped his own car, he had dialled Ziva's number.

"Yes" She answered after the first ring like she was expecting his call.

"Ziva get over here."

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The Israeli had talked briefly to Abby and reassured her that everything was fine, but now after Tony's call and the tone in his voice she wasn't so sure anymore.

"I'm there in five, Tony."

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Tony helped himself to a pair of gloves and opened his car door.

With a very bad feeling he made his way to his boss' car.

As soon as he glanced through the open door he noticed Gibbs' gun and badge on the driver seat next to a brown envelope.

On the asphalt next to the car was a pool of tried blood.

Oh boy, that is not good.

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He was at his back pack to get the camera when Ziva approached in her usual high-speed-formula-one-driving-style he learned to life with over the last couple of years.

Seconds later she was at his side.

"We have a problem." He pointed with a gloved finger towards the ground by the car.

Ziva followed the direction with her eyes and sighed. Poor Abs. She'll go through a hell of a time till we get him back.

After Tony took the necessary pictures the two agents opened the envelope carefully.

"A camera." Tony stated the obvious.

"Let's see what's on it."

The man at Ziva's side nodded and turned the switch of the camera from 'off' to 'on'.

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The small monitor on the back of the cam turned from black to white, then the menu appeared.

Tony pressed the button and the review of the pictures came in sight.

The first picture was a close up of Gibbs face.

The second was a picture of his entire body.

It wasn't a nice sight.

Gibbs lay on his back, unconscious. Both arms pointed away from his body, his one leg outstretched his other half under the outstretched one.

Blood pouring out of a bullet wound at his thigh.

His gun seemed to have slipped out of his hand, after falling into the darkness of the unconsciousness.

No more pictures, though after checking the envelope again Ziva found a note.

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~ Your boss is still alive, I'll contact you again. ~

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