Gibbs had a feeling they were missing something. He ran his hand down his face, thinking. The only thing Abby could give them was that the camera had the ability to transmit over a distance of twenty miles. There had been no prints, no connection between the man they had in the hold and the man in the morgue, no names, nothing.
There had also not been any security breaches, and Gibbs wasn't sure if he should be worried or proud. Proud, because Tim hadn't done anything. Worried, because this was the second full day since Tim was taken and Gibbs knew all too well what could be happening to McGee right now. His clouded judgment was one reason that Tm was in this position and he would do everything in his power to get McGee back.
If only they had a lead! They had a hacker, an informant who demanded anonymity…Gibbs pushed up from his desk. His gut was telling him something was wrong, so instead of focusing on the information and leads he wished he had, he would start with the only lead they did have. The informant.
McGee looked at the knife, surprised at the fear coursing through his body. After the electricity Tom had used, McGee thought any other form of coercion wouldn't create such a strong reaction within him. He was wrong. He was scared, especially when he watched Tom lovingly decide which of the three sharp, wicked-looking knives he should use.
Ooh, how about the one on the left? That looks the dullest. Tim could do nothing to stop Tony's voice from filtering through his head. Or how about none of them? That'd be even better. That way you won't get messy, and Probie here won't look like he got in a fight with...well…you. Tim's eyes crinkled in humor, despite his grief. Tony would probably have talked Tom's ears off.
He shook his head, wishing he could be more like Tony, but he couldn't think of anything funny to say, couldn't even think about anything geeky to say. But that wasn't the only way he could be like Tony. Tony would do everything in his power not to show pain or fear.
McGee straightened in his chair, determination now filling his face. His eyes hardened as Tom picked up a knife and turned to face him.
Go ahead, he taunted silently, try to break me now.
AN: Wish me luck for my test and let me know what you guys thought!