Dinozzo's mutterings were getting on her nerves. He seemed almost crazed. She finally snapped at him. "Hey! Dinozzo! Shut your (insert Spanish cuss word here) mouth!"

"Why?" His façade was suddenly that of a 5 year old. He cocked his head to the side and smiled a frighteningly vague smile.

"He's either lost it, or he's trying to get on your nerves, Rosalind." came McGee's reply through lightly chattering teeth.

"Cold, McGeek?" Tony was a little ticked at Tim's condescending tone. He got a glare in return.

"Quit it." growled Gibbs. He had a headache, he hadn't had coffee in who knows how long, and he didn't know whether or not to trust this girl. They all became quiet again.

"Maybe…" After a few minutes Rosalind got up and went to the back wall. She ran her fingers over the grimy brick thoughtfully. They noticed she was limping.

"What?" Gibbs prompted.

"Well, a couple years ago, a poor soul had been in here for about three days before theguards came and found him missing. The cell was searched over and over, but no one found anything. Eventually, they started putting people in here again. No one got away again. If we can find the way he escaped…"

"Sounds like some old story to me." Tony sounded very skeptical.

"Well, yeah. But in every story there's a grain of truth, right?" They all grumbled, but nodded. The fair woman continued her examination of the wall. Every few moments, a bit of dirt would fall on her head; irritating her and making her shake her head and fluff her hair constantly. Eventually she looked up. This really didn't help as it was kind of dark and hard to see, and she got a face full of dirt. "Ah! Phhtt! Oh, nasty…" Tony laughed, Tim chuckled, and the corner of Gibbs' mouth twitched. They got a baleful glare in response.

"Come here, McGee." Tim gave a cautious look but came closer. He ended up giving her a leg up so she could examine the higher part of their cell wall. She once again used her hands. A few minutes passed, Gibbs keeping watch, and Tony watching the other two with a smirk. McGee's muscles were really starting to complain when Rosalind let out a shriek. Her hands had sunken into the wall all the way up to her biceps! She withdrew her arms and scrambled down to the floor, much to McGee's relief. Her eyes were wide and panicked, and she kept brushing the dirt off her arms long after it was gone.

"What? What happened?" Gibbs demanded. He knew she wasn't afraid of dirt, and probably wasn't one to freak out.

"I lied." Her voice came out in a squeak. "He never got out. I think I touched a bone." Her back was straighter than a pole, and every muscle Tony could see (which was a lot as he was leering again) was tensed as if ready for a fight.

"A bone?" Tim asked, a little freaked out himself. Rosalind nodded vigorously.

They all stood still for a moment, letting the morbid, new information sink in, when Gibbs beeped. Tony, Tim, and Rosalind stared at him with incredulous faces. "Did you just…beep, Boss?" Tony asked, wondering for the first time he really was losing it.

Gibbs fished around in his pocket, and, to his astonishment as well as theirs, pulls out his phone. "They let you keep your phone?" Rosalind all but shrieked. Gibbs just shrugged, a little shell shocked. How had he completely forgotten about his phone? "Well? Call someone! Get us out of this mess!"

"It won't even ring!" Gibbs stopped himself from smashing the annoying little machine.

"Give!" Rosalind was a pushy person, the agents realized as she snatched the phone out of his hands. Her eyes trained on the screen, she waved it around slowly, pausing every now and then. She stopped right next to Gibbs' ear.

He raised his eyebrows. "Is there something I'm 'sposed to hear…?"

She shook her head and stated simply, "There's one bar of service by your head." She took the phone away again and asked, "Who do I text, and what do I say?"

"Why are you the one doing the texting?" Gibbs asked with a growl.

"Do you even know how to text?" She challenged. Gibbs grumbled and looked away.

"Abby! Text Abby! Tell her to get the director and Ziva! Get us out of here!" Tony was definitely excited.

Rosalind went through the contacts and found Abby's contact information. She shot the lab-bat a simple text. captured in warehouse. being held captive. get director & ziva. She held the device by Gibbs' head again, pressed send, and crossed her fingers. It sent, and they got one back almost instantly. who r u? gibbs cant txt. ur being held captive? Rosalind's fingers shook a little. txting 4 gibbs. im being held captive wit him tony & tim. HELP! Hurry! Both Tim and Tony were hanging over her shoulders by now, waiting for the reply with baited breath. got director, duck, and ziva. what now?

"Have someone trace our location through the phone signal, and tell them out location." Tim dictated. Rosalind nodded. tim says to have some1 trace phone signal. our location is the basement of 1183 draper st. they will get suspicious and kill us all if they see you tho? What we do?

hide?

we r in a brick cell! Tony had grabbed the cell and texted the last message.

"Wait, Tony." Rosalind's voice was quiet and gravely again. She looked thoughtful. "I may have an idea…"