I walked down the beach admiring the moon glittering in the water. I had left my car locked sitting in the parking lot of the navy air base a mile away. I felt the reassuring weight of my gun, badge and phone in my pocket. I thought back on reviewing case files with Paige, G, and Erik. I smiled to myself remembering the way G looked after he found out everything I had done. I looked at my watch and sighed. I needed to get back to the airport before the NSA and DIA agents landed.

I sighed and turned to walk back toward the air base. I noticed a group of men sitting on the road and they made me nervous. I walked a little closer to the water and hurried past where they were. I made it past and turned to see if anyone was following me. A bad move on my part because at that moment to men came out of no where and punched me in the stomach. I hit the ground and tensed for the next hit. They had picked the wrong girl to steal from. As the guy took a swing at my stomach I grabbed his foot and twisted snapping his ankle. I shot up and ran down the beach trying to find someone. I heard three men thundering behind me as I propelled myself down the beach. I could here them getting closer and I pulled my gun firing back at them. I heard two bodies hit the sand but there were more. I slid to a stop at a piece of driftwood and pulled out my phone. I hit the Agent in Distress signal and slid it under the log.

"Get up" a man muttered in an Italian accent. I stood slowly with my hands held up in surrender. One of the men grabbed my gun and my badge and read it slowly.

"She's a navy investigator like the one were looking for" he said glaring at me and throwing my badge at the log.

"I do believe she's the one were looking for" another man said.

"Let's take a picture and send it to the boss, he can tell us if it's her" a guy said pulling out a phone. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back snapping a picture of my face. We stood there for a second and I shifted my weight to my back leg preparing to defend myself until I felt a gun poke me in the back.

"Boss says that's her, I think we are lucky tonight" the guy who had taken my picture said.

"Kay let's take her with us" another said walking toward me. He grabbed my arm and I hit him in the face with my fist. Two more men ran toward me and tried to take me down. They ended up on the ground and I was about to run when I felt the butt of a gun crash into the side of my head. I staggered for a moment and hit the ground hard. Everything started to fade and the last thing I felt was a pair of cuffs being slid over my wrists.

********** PAIGES POV***********

I felt the baby kicking me as I tried to calm down. Christy had been missing for four hours now, and we had no leads. Ever since I had seen the agent in distress signal everyone had been silently panicking.

"I've pin pointed the coordinates of Christy's phone." Erik said.

Everyone was silent. No one wanted to, fear they would find a body. I looked at Callen and saw the pain in his face. He really did love Christy, I wonder if she knew…

"If no one else it going I will." I said before standing.

"Paige," Dom tried to stop me. He was so protective, and worried since my due date was coming up soon.

"I'll be fine, but someone has to go."

"I'll go to." Callen finally said.

"I guess I can go" Sam said getting up. Sam helped me into the car as Callen started it. Auntie has to be okay I thought to myself feeling a small kick inside of me.

########CHRISTY'S POV###########

I woke with my head pounding. I had a bag over my head and handcuffs on my wrists. I wiggled around trying to free myself until I felt a gun barrel against my back. I froze and waited for the black out. It didn't come and I felt the truck pull off of the road. It stopped and the men got out of the car. I felt their hands on my back as they drug me inside. They threw me against a chair and tied my hands to the chair. I nodded off then and didn't wake up for hours.

"Get up, get up" a man said in a South African accent said slamming my head into the wall.

"Wake up you bitch" a man said slamming his fist into the side of my head. I opened my eyes slowly and smiled.

"You should be careful ya know if I get brain damage I won't tell you what you want to know" I said winking.

"Take her to the room and leave her in there for a while" the guy said as two men walked over and drug me down a hall. They opened a thick metal door and threw me onto the concrete floor.

"Hey ya think I could get a side of fries with that order of torture" I yelled after me. The men drug me to a small metal door that too two of them to open. Unfortunately they had two men standing sentry at the door that opened it. They threw me in and I hit the floor. I looked around and saw the tub filled with water, a set of knives, a set of rusty tools, a metal pipe, and a lighter. I saw the door on the other side of the room and I made my way over to it. There was no handle on the inside and I turned to the other door which also had no handle.

After several minutes of trying to get free with everything there I heard the door scrape open. I turned to see a man with two guards come into the room. One of the guards walked over and slammed me against the chair. I sat up and watched as the man went over to the table where all the tools were. I tried to get out of the chair until one of the guards came over and slammed his but into my stomach knocking the chair. I struggled to breathe for several minutes before felling myself lifted up and slammed into the chair. I sat up straight as I felt rope tighten around me. They had tied me to the chair and now the first guy was coming toward me with the metal pipe.

"Ohh come on dude you not going to hit me with that are ya" I said as he stopped in front of me.

"Tell me where my boss is and I will let you go" he said grinning evilly at me.

"I'm NCIS and we don't tell anyone anything "I said ready for the hit. One of the guards grabbed my arm and held it out. The man brought the metal pipe down several times until I heard a crunch. I cried out involuntarily and pulled away when the guard dropped my arm.

"Take her to the tank" the man said pointing toward the tub. I felt them cut the ropes and they started dragging me to the water. I struggled and kicked out at them trying to get away. One of the guards slammed his boot into my stomach again and they drug me the rest of the way. I finally caught my breathe, as I felt the man grab me and shove me under. I fought back, kicking out and clawing at them but nothing helped. They pulled me up three minutes later and I choked trying to get air.

After an hour of beating me and breaking a couple ribs they hit me over the head with the metal pipe and I felt the warm blanket of unconsciousness wash over me.

*********PAIGE'S POV************

Sam and Callen searched around for Christy's car keys. We had found her gun, badge, and cell phone, but we needed to check out her car.

"Check the exhaust pipe." I said, not wanting to attempt bending over to get it.

Callen gave me a confused look and checked. He showed a key that had been hidden. He tried to unlock the car but the key didn't fit.

"There's a little box on the bottom of the car."

G reached under the car and pulled out a small metal box that the key fitted into. He pulled out another key.

"Is there another secret hiding place?" He asked.

"Nope." I replied.

The key opened the driver side door with ease. Inside there was a case file from one of Christy's solo missions. I looked through it well Sam searched the beach and G searched the car. The case was on a mission to take down a drug transport involving the Russian and Italian mob.

#########Christy's POV#########

I looked around the room. There was a pathetic excuse for a cot, a bucket, and a small bowl that had murky water in it.

"I'll have a wake up call in an hour." I yelled with sarcasm. It was returned with a knee to the gut.

"I guess Mr. Happy had the day off." I moved over to the small bowl of water and started to clean the blood from the split skin above my left temple. It was as dirty looking out of the bowl, but it was still gross. I cleaned my face and turned to the man who was standing there.

"So does this mean you are releasing me "I said smirking. He took two steps over and dumped the water on my head before slamming the metal bucket into my head. He grabbed my arms and put the handcuffs back on before handing me off to two men.

"I guess that's a no" I said yelling back at him. The men shoved me into the same room and I looked around seeing all of the same torture tools. I jumped as the three men came in slowly and grinned. The two body guards grabbed me and drug me into the middle of the room. I noticed a hook in the ceiling then and before I knew it I was hanging by my arms. The pain was horrible and I wanted to scream but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. I could hear my bone that I had set myself crackling and dislocating it's self. The man walked up and started swinging at me with the metal pipe. After thirty minutes and a broken femur he switched tactics. He grabbed a knife and the lighter and made his way over.

I cringed and tried to get down but I couldn't. I heard the lighter click on and I watched him burn the edges of the knife. I knew it was searing hot before it touched my flesh. Feeling it cut through my leg was almost as bad as the smell. He cut slowly keeping it shallow enough so there would be no permanent damage but deep enough that every nerve screamed. I could feel unconsciousness sweeping over me and then I felt the knife pull away from my skin. I sighed and faded into my dreams.