Disclaimer: I really should think about a witty dislaimer, it is so boring to always write NOT MINE ... sigh...

Thanks to ncislove for taking the time to beta

Thanks to you guys for reading and reviewing.

This chapter is deticated to ashzidi for review number 100 ^^

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Gibbs escape, I'm not 100 percent happy with the outcome of this chapter, I re-wrote it several times, but still... I hope you'll let me get away with it^^

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It was early in the morning, like the days before; the two fellows unlocked his cuffs around his wrists after they unbound the rope around his torso.

Not held by the rope, Jethro's body fell to the ground with a soft thump.

Trying not to react as the sore areas of his body protested with a sick making pain.

He was glad that he got some pants when they had moved him. The thin fabric wasn't much of shield but it held his still sore 'not-so-little' friend in place.

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"Help me getting him to his feet; the boss won't be happy if he dies before he has a chance to finish him by himself."

Gibbs heard the other man swear in Spanish shortly before four hands grabbed his higher arms.

"When will the boss arrive?" "In two hours. We have to keep him alive that long or our grave will be next to his."

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The two dragged him to the sofa were they spent their time watching him from.

Jethro groaned as the two 'gently' threw him on to their resting place, his eyes shut.

"Go get some water."

Another curse filled the room as one of them left.

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From time to time he let out a groan as he listened to his surroundings.

The moment he heard the fellow place his gun onto the table his eyes flew open. Luck was on his side. The guard had his back to him as he fingered for a cigarette.

He didn't even realize what happened when Gibbs silently got to his feet and broke the man's neck.

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Letting the man drop to the ground he hurried to the door through which the second guard should enter any minute.

Not a second to early he stood next to the frame when the door opened and the second guard entered still cursing.

The last curse got lost in a grunting noise as Gibbs repeated what he did half a minute earlier.

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Jethro took the dead man's gun after he pulled him out of the way.

With a quick look he checked if the gun was in a proper working condition and loaded, before he opened the door through which dead-dude number two just came.

Perfect timing.

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So much for two hours.

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The moment Jethro had opened the door a car approached from the distance, more than glad that the adrenaline hadn't worn off yet he waited till the car stopped not far from the door.

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Wait a minute.

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He could have sworn before he had closed the door again to take cover he had seen Mike leaning against the other building covered by the trash dumpster before him, equally watching the car approach.

Well at least he had a ride out of here.

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He waited till the door opened and his Mexican host entered.

Just a few moments, long enough to be sure he would pull the trigger for the right one.

The shot-gun which was carried by the brother of the man who ordered the death of his first wife and child fell to the ground and was shortly after that covered by the lifeless body of its owner.

Not much later the door opened again and Mike entered the room with his gun at the ready.

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"Apparently I could have stayed home." Mike said while eyeballing his friend.

"Probie, you look like shit."

Jethro stared at his old friend.

"Thanks I feel like shit too, will you get me the hell out of here."

The former agent just nodded.

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As they walked to the car which was parked behind the building Franks stood earlier Jethro spoke up.

"You don't happen to have a tee with you?"

"As a matter of fact I have."

"Great."

Jethro made it to the car before the unconsciousness won.

He sank into the seat and blacked out.

Mike checked his pulse, content that his heart beat in a regular way he got to the trunk, pulled a shirt out of his bag and went to the driver side.

After getting in he placed the white shirt on Gibbs' lap and started the engine, knowing Jethro would appreciate it being away from the place when he woke up again.


He did appreciate it when he woke up about an hour later.

After a few more minutes of silence in which Jethro stared onto the road ahead of them he broke the silence when he put on the shirt, by cursing due to the fact that he had to stretch his sore side.

"How did you find me?"

"I was a federal Agent."

That was so Franks.

Gibbs sighed. "Where are you driving?"

"To the next airport, I figure you want to see your woman, who by the way is very upset."

"Yeah." The image of the picture was still visible in front of his inner eye.

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TBC..

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Not really the most suspenseful escape but well... leave a review anyway ^^