"Gibbs, I can't just let you go off."
"You are not Petty Officer. I commandeered the car and left you behind."
"Nope, not happening."
Both Tony and Ziva flinched as they saw the icy stare being levelled at the young marine. However, to his credit, Calligan didn't move a muscle.
"Sir, I was tasked with keeping you safe. Where ever you're going, surely it won't hurt to have another gun."
Gibbs continued to stare at the younger man for several moments before turning on his heel and marching off to the car.
"You get us to the address in fifteen minutes, alright?"
"I can do it in thirteen Sir," said Calligan sharply, almost running to the driver's side of the car, sensing Gibbs would not be kind to any sort of delay.
Tony and Ziva shared a look before following behind, climbing into the car swiftly.
As the car pulled away from Jenny's house, all three agents automatically pulled out their guns and checked they were loaded and ready before the four sat in an intense silence during their entire drive. For once, Tony didn't even attempt to lighten the mood with one of the many film references he knew about Miami.
He knew that Gibbs would not be averse to shooting anyone right now and he was not planning on being on the end of one of Gibbs' legendary bullets anytime soon.
"This is the address Sir," Calligan stopped the car outside an old derelict looking warehouse, "the office building is actually the one you want, but I stopped here to stop quite so much interest in us immediately."
The only acknowledgement he received was a small nod as Gibbs opened the car door and moved from the car, the others once against left trailing after him.
Gibbs stopped at the corner of the warehouse and quickly evaluated the building.
"Ziva, with me, we'll go in the front way. Tony, you and Calligan go around the back and check for another entrance. If not, follow us in the front. Keep an eye out for guards, we know there's some sort of organisation behind this rather than an individual. Now, go."
All four withdrew their guns from their holsters and stealthily approached the building. Gibbs took point and carefully cracked the front door of the building open, which was surprisingly left unlocked.
Creeping down the inside wall, Gibbs noted the state-of-the-art security cameras along the corridor.
"Fast Ziva," he whispered sharply, nodding towards the camera.
Ziva only nodded her agreement before she took over from Gibbs, leading them down the corridor.
They reached a staircase where Gibbs listened for any signs of life. Hearing footsteps on the floor above them, Gibbs decided to head down the stairs, quickly reaching the floor below.
Here, the appearance of the building changed.
Whilst the floor above looked quite well maintained and professional, this floor had been left without such care and attention. The paint on the walls was crumbling away and the floor looked dirty and unswept.
However, what attracted Gibbs' attention was the fact that every door on this floor was shut and had a lock on the outside.
Silently approaching the first door, Gibbs peered through the small window at the top of the door and saw two young women inside, both wearing only ill-fitting t-shirts and panties. Both seemed to be attached to the wall by chains and collars around their necks. Neither woman looked to be older than 25 and both looked unkept and terrified.
"Ziva," said Gibbs turning from the window, "we need back-up here now. Tell Calligan to radio the police and get their asses here now. This is bigger than we thought."
Ziva pulled out her radio and quickly relayed the message to the other two men as Gibbs continued down the corridor, checking every room. It was clear that the glass was one way as not one woman in any of the room showed any recognition of a face at the window.
Gibbs was disgusted by what he could see. All of the young women looked to have been beaten and assaulted. Many sported ugly bruises or blood stains on their clothing and all were anchored to a wall of their make-shift cells.
Gibbs had checked a further 7 rooms before Ziva caught up to him.
There were only three rooms left on the floor and Gibbs was moving faster to each door.
When he reached the 9th cell, he stopped abruptly.
Without a further thought, he pointed his handgun at the padlock on the cell and fired one shot, shattering the lock.
Quickly undoing the latch, Gibbs pushed the door open and stepped inside, followed immediately by Ziva who couldn't help her gasp of horror.
"Jenny!"
Jenny was lying motionless in the corner of the room, naked.
Her hair was spread over her outstretched arm as she lay face down on the cold concrete flooring. Around her neck was a steel collar which was, like with all the other women they had seen, attached by chain to a link embedded in the wall.
Ziva ran straight past Gibbs to Jenny's side, removing her jacket as she moved. Ziva carefully laid the jacket over Jenny's torso, trying to give her a modicum of decency in her current position.
Moving her hand to Jenny's neck, Ziva next checked for a pulse, and it was only when Ziva looked up with a soft sigh of relief that Gibbs finally unfroze and moved to the two women.
"We need to get the collar off of her," said Ziva, "but I can't see how. It has been welded shut."
Gibbs looked and saw that she was right. Someone had soldered together the two halves of the collar, meaning that Jenny would be unable to escape from the collar.
"What about the chain?" asked Gibbs gruffly, noticing Ziva was scanning the entire length of the cold metal.
"It's been padlocked on. And this is a heavy duty thing Gibbs, I don't think you can just shoot it off. We need the key."
Ziva's radio crackled into life.
"Ziva, where are you?" came Tony's voice, "Calligan's gone back out front to get the locals, they're only two minutes away."
"We're in the basement. The only open door."
"OK, I'll be there in a moment."
Ziva put the radio on the ground as she looked around for some way to remove the barbaric contraption from her friend.
"McGee, come here, the video's back!"
Abby's frantic call had Tim scrambling from his seat towards the monitor.
"Did you manage to hack it?" asked Tim, impressed by Abby's skill.
"No, it just turned back on. And look, they've found her, Gibbs and Ziva have found her!"
"Why aren't they getting out?"
Tim could just sense that something wasn't right and, trusting Gibbs' infamous theory about his gut, Tim grabbed his cell phone and called Tony.
"Tony, where are you?" he asked quickly as soon as Tony answered.
"Going to meet Ziva and the Boss, they've found-"
"They've found Jenny, we know. We can see them, on a video stream. I think something's about to go wrong. Just, hurry and get there. Stay safe."
Tim hung up and turned to Abby.
"Abby, what's happening?"
Abby looked to him, fire in her eyes.
"They have her chained up, like some feral dog or something. And Ziva said something about it being attached. They can't get her free. She's a sitting duck there McGee."
Tim's bad gut feeling only intensified as he saw four men storm into the room, each pointing a weapon at the three in the corner.
"They wanted us to watch this, didn't they?" said Abby, and Tim knew that she didn't need confirmation. Whoever was controlling the video wanted them to witness the fact that they couldn't save Jenny.
That not even Gibbs could save his love.