Chapter 6
What they came upon was not what they expected, instead of a hallway type construction with obvious rooms and pathways, a labyrinth was sprawled beneath their feet, with no directions or obvious travelled halls. 3 different directions and 3 men, 3 guns and 3 torches. The answer seemed so obvious and with a glance at each other, they all went their separate ways.
Gibbs
Having walked for what felt like hours, Gibbs came upon the first possible clue, the dirt on the floor of the pathway was disturbed, more than was caused by footsteps… He prayed that Kate escaped the scuffle alive…
He followed this path for several twists and turns and came upon nothing. He kept expecting to come across a Minotaur from Ancient Greece and to be called Theseus. Gibbs had no idea how to get back to where he started, and as much as he loathed to admit it… he was lost.
Aside from the scuffled dirt, Gibbs had found nothing, not even any footprints, this lead him to believe that Kate hadn't run this way, and hadn't caused the disturbed dirt Gibbs had found at the T-Junction. If he could get back there however… the other side could be investigated, one never knows where evidence or helpful information may turn up.
McGee
The beam of light caused by the torch that Special Agent Timothy McGee was holding was shaking, and he thanked god that Tony wasn't with him to see the fact that McGee's hands were shaking due to the nerves of being trapped underground, on his own, in a labyrinth, with a possible deranged killer who knew the passages wondering around with them, possibly playing a severely twisted game of cat-and-mouse with them. Tim tried to prevent this line of thought, as it would cause him to start having auditory hallucinations and would blur the line between reality, and his overactive imagination. The paths wound round and round in various directions, doubling back on themselves, and seemingly going on forever. McGee, however, had the sense to mark his journey as much as possible, as he walked, he dragged his right leg behind him and so left behind a large drag mark that would show how he got into the labyrinth and make it possible for him to get out again. A small part of McGee's mind registered that his Italian leather shoes were going to be extremely dirty, and probably only suitable for the trash can when they got back to the bullpen.
Tony
Absently-mindedly Tony wondered how Gibbs and McLost were doing, he imagined that Gibbs would be stoically marching through the labyrinth, conquering corners and destroying the darkness with each step. McGeek he could imagine walking calmly through the passageways, wary but able to do his job, and do it well. McGee was always underestimated by perps, and Tony was pondering on this when he smelt it…
That tangy undertone of copper… that always came hand in hand with blood… and lots of it.
It was at this point that Tony realised he had no idea where he was, and had no way of getting back, by thinking about the team Tony had placed himself in a hypnotic state! He had no idea how long he had been walking, or where he had walked! Calming himself down, he decided to investigate the smell, before panicking about his poor sense of direction.
Tony took a deep breath, and walked towards the smell of blood, gun resting on the wrist of the hand holding the torch, with both pointing forwards, in the direction he was travelling. Tony found himself at a crossroads in the paths, one, the left leading to what appeared to be a kitchen, which oddly had a bunny mask sitting on the table? What was with that? Opposite this was a bedroom with an en-suite. All surprisingly clean considering it was underground, with dirt floors. The third room was the room Tony wanted to avoid going into, the smell of blood was burning his nostrils and the room reeked of hopelessness and acceptance.
Creeping forward gingerly, he saw a hand outstretch and push the door open, the sight he came upon shocked him to the core. He screamed as loud as he could and heard it echo through the tunnels, a knell calling to his team members for help and support.
Gibbs
At the sound of Tony's scream I turned and ran, my subconscious knowing where I had travelled better than my conscious mind, I got to the stairs exiting the labyrinth in record time, I head time speed walking up the other tunnel, and so together we walked towards Tony, and whatever sights awaits.
McGee
Tony's scream petrified the probie, he knew that it made a horrifying thing to make Tony scream, the senior field agent was able to deal with the most gruesome murders without blinking an eye. Turning abruptly on one heel, Tim strode up the passage, knowing where he had come from thanks to his marks on the floor. At the stairs he saw a figure standing silhouetted against the light coming down from the stairs and so froze, then, recognising the silver hair, moved towards his boss, and together they went to face whatever horrors had been found by Tony DiNozzo, the most unlucky Senior Field Agent ever.