a/n - Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, they mean a lot. Now on with chapter 2.

Ducky was waiting for them when they pulled in the driveway at Gibbs' house. The three men entered the house without conversation. Once inside, Gibbs handed McGee a stack of evidence bags. "Use the master bedroom at the top of the stairs, bag all your clothes. Ducky will be up in a few minutes." McGee took the bags and went up the stairs, leaning heavily on the banister. Ducky waited until the door closed behind McGee before he turned on Gibbs.

"What in the world is going on? You asked me to bring sexual assault evidence kits, was Timothy raped?"

"I'm not sure, Duck." Gibbs leaned against the back of the sofa, feeling the exhaustion catching up with him. He told the medical examiner exactly what he could remember of their day.

"Oh, Jethro, I can't imagine anything good coming out of this. Timothy is not the only one I need to examine, you know."

"Yeah, I know, but Tim first. Whatever they drugged us with, he's having a harder time shaking it off and he was on the receiving end of what happened." Gibbs didn't even try to hide his worry. "He was molested as a child, Ducky. This has got to be bringing up some pretty bad memories for him."

After that moment of open worry he saw on his old friend's face, Ducky saw the wall come back down as Gibbs pulled out his cell phone to call the director. He wanted to ask more questions, but instead decided to start with his patient upstairs.

---NCIS---

Ducky lightly tapped on the door before he opened it and let himself into the bedroom. McGee was standing listlessly next to the bed in his boxers. The rest of his clothing was neatly folded and placed in evidence bags laid out on the bed. Ducky tried to give him a reassuring smile and handed him an evidence jar along with another evidence bag. "I think a urine sample should be the first order of business, don't you?" McGee took the offered items and moved towards the en suite bathroom. He hated to issue the reminder, but Ducky wanted to be sure there would never be any question about the chain of evidence. "Leave the door open." McGee looked like he was going to argue, then let his shoulders slump as he walked through the door and left it open behind him.

While McGee was in the bathroom, Ducky moved the filled evidence bags to the dresser and folded the bedding back before laying out what was necessary to document what had been done to the young man's body. McGee came out of the small room and added the bag that now contained his boxers and the filled jar to the stack on the dresser. Still silent, he climbed onto the bed before giving a short, shaky laugh.

"What is it?"

McGee shook his head as he tried to explain. "This is because I woke up naked in bed with Gibbs a few hours ago, so now, I'm naked in Gibbs' bed. Sorry, I had to laugh at the irony of it."

"Because if you don't laugh, you'll cry?" Ducky wasn't expecting an answer as he pulled the pillowcase off one of the pillows and draped it over his patient, giving him a modicum of privacy as he began the examination.

---NCIS---

He knew he wasn't shaking, but it still took three attempts to hit the speed dial for Vance. When the other man answered, Gibbs momentarily was at a loss for what to say.

~Vance~

~Hello? Who's there?~

~Gibbs?~

Hearing his name shook him out of his stupor. "Yes. We've got a problem, Leon."

~What's happened?~

"McGee and I were kidnapped. The rest… I can't do it on the phone."

~Are you and McGee safe?~

He could hear the concern in the other man's voice and it unnerved him. "Safe? Yes, when they were through with us, they let us go."

~Are you or McGee injured?~

"Not physically." Gibbs knew his answers were not enough to satisfy the other man, but he couldn't bring himself to explain more, even as he tried. "Ducky's here."

~Where?~

"My home." He gave Vance the address and started to hang up before he remembered. "Wait, we needs teams to collect evidence but don't use the rest of my team." He gave the address of the cottage they had awakened in and the location of the missed meeting where it had all started. Vance assured him it would be taken care of, but he had one final question.

~Is the rest of your team in danger?~

"No, I don't think so. We're just not ready to deal with them yet."

~ I'll take care of it. Will you be all right until I get there?~

Gibbs shut the phone without answering.

---NCIS---

Vance knocked once on the door before letting himself in. Gibbs was sitting on the sofa in the dark with his SIG Sauer in his hand, so Vance was sure to not make any sudden moves as he turned on a light. He took the gun from Gibbs and set it on the coffee table as he took a good look at the other man. Gibbs looked haunted, but the only mark visible on him was covered by cotton and tape on the inside of his elbow. He pointed at it as he sat down.

"Did Dr. Mallard take a blood sample?"

"Blood and urine, both." Gibbs still had not looked up at him. "There's almost a six hour gap between the last thing we remember and when we woke up. We weren't beaten, so…"

Vance finished for him. "Chances are you were drugged to keep you unconscious. Was that what it was? Did somebody just want to keep you out of the way for a while?" He waited, very few things in life made Leon Vance nervous, but he had never seen Gibbs like this before.

"We were moved, Leon."

He nodded. There was almost thirty miles between the two locations Gibbs had asked to be checked. "I know you were. This was obviously planned out, do you have any ideas what they wanted."

"Whenever it's necessary, you'll have my resignation. No arguments, no questions asked."

"Why? What on Earth are you talking about?" Vance reached out to grasp his arm, hoping to gain his attention and possibly his trust. "You're talking like they did something that they could blackmail you with. That's not something you give in to; especially not you, Gibbs."

Gibbs shook his head as he pulled away and started pacing. "McGee's been hurt enough."

"Hurt how?" Vance also stood and blocked his path. "You've managed to work up a pretty good head of steam since you called me. What the hell is going on? How was McGee hurt? What the hell happened to the two of you today?"

Once he got started, Gibbs didn't mince words. "They stripped us and put us in bed together. They used my body to rape him." His anger made his voice tight and his hissed words hard to hear. Hard enough that Vance wasn't sure he'd heard them correctly. When he started to question, Gibbs handed him a photo, encased in a sealed bag.

He stared for a long time. It appeared to be a real photo, not their heads stuck on someone else's body. A shadow interrupted the light shining through it from the lamp and he turned it over to look and saw the message, quietly asking his question. "Is it possible they just staged the whole thing?" He still hadn't been able to look the man directly in the eye.

"There was…" Gibbs paused, flexing his hands and staring at them. "There was definite signs of sexual contact."

"But there was no penetration." Both men were startled by Ducky's arrival, but Gibbs recovered first.

"McGee was unconscious for most of it, he can't know for sure. You found evidence on him, I know you did."

"Yes, I did." Ducky thought for a moment, then decided to be a blunt. "I found dried semen on the back of Timothy's thighs and buttocks, nothing beyond that. There is some external irritation, but medically I can tell you that there was no penetration."

Gibbs dropped into the nearest chair. "Oh, thank God. How is he?"

Ducky gave him a hard, probing look before he responded. "He's deeply shaken by what has occurred, as are you. He's also very torn emotionally at the moment." The doctor pulled a foot stool over and sat directly in his old friend's line of sight before he continued. "On one hand he is hoping that the samples I took will prove to all be from you, because he can't stomach the thought that a stranger was touching him like that. If it was a stranger, then it truly becomes a violation. On the other hand, if it was only you, then he is worried that you will feel guilty and that it will hurt you in some way.

"Ducky needs to examine you, Jethro." Vance hoped his soft tone and rare use of the other man's given name would tell him that he wasn't alone and could lean on him and on Dr. Mallard. "While he's doing that, I'm going to check on the evidence gathering and get something for you and McGee to eat." He turned to Ducky, "any restrictions?"

"Under the circumstances, I'd suggest something mild rather than spicy. Perhaps some soup. There is a very good deli over on Parkway, right off of…"

"Oak Street, I know the place. Is there anything else you need done tonight Gibbs?"

He thought for a moment. "DiNozzo and David need to be told something so they don't start questioning why we didn't come back into the office."

"Easy fix. You and McGee are taking care of a sensitive matter for me. I'm going to also assume that you don't want Miss Sciuto doing the lab work on this?" One look at Gibbs' face told Vance he would be calling in a favor with Fornell.

"And," Gibbs hesitated, looking up the stairs. "McGee was molested as a child. I think I need to know more details. We don't need to make this worse for him than it already is."

Vance winced at this news. "I'll see what I can find out about it."

Ducky interrupted the uncomfortable moment. "Let's get you checked out while the Director is fetching dinner. Now that I found the puncture marks on Timothy, it should go a bit faster with you."