Where was he? He delayed opening his eyes, choosing first to listen and feel. He didn't want anyone to know he was awake just yet.
He heard nothing. Okay, less than helpful. What do I feel? He was sitting up, in a chair. Sort of. His head was resting on a flat surface. Still not hearing anything, he opened his eyes, quickly closing them when the light caused pain to flair through his head. He had a vague flash of memory, where a rag was held over his face. Chloroform. He grimaced and slowly opened his eyes.
There was a single light bulb over his head that cast a circle of light on Tim and the table he was leaning on. He gave a small smile, just imagining what Tony would have said about this set up.
He could hear him now…I feel like I'm in a B movie. You've got, what, a room in an old warehouse? A single light bulb, a table, a chair? I'll give them points for trying, but the lack of originality pretty much cancels them out.
Tim's smile faded when he remembered Tony had been shot. If only he'd seen the gunman sooner. If only he'd had backup. If only he had told Gibbs…
Would Gibbs even try to look for him? He really wasn't certain. Vance needed to tell his team what Tim had been doing.
He hoped Tony was okay.
Tim tried to focus. He wasn't tied to the chair, so maybe he still had a chance. A small speck of hope bloomed. Maybe he could talk whoever had taken him into believing his team had ambushed him. Well, they had, but that was okay. He could use his surprise at their appearance to sell the story.
Hopefully they wouldn't think him too much trouble and decide to just kill him.
AN: I always look forward to hearing from you guys!