McGee suddenly realized he was staring at Tony, which wasn't a good thing. The other male didn't know about the secret fantasies he'd held the years he'd been part of NCIS; and as far as he was concerned, that was the best way to keep it. Looking away from DiNozzo's eyes, McGee caught sight of the way they'd been laying for the few minutes while they awakened fully. He was laying in Tony's arms, his body pressed intimately up against the other's chest, his face - if he hadn't turned it - mere inches away from Tony's...

Both DiNozzo and McGee quickly seperated themselves from each other's arms as though they'd been burnt, which ended up in DiNozzo almost falling off the bed itself, though he managed to catch himself. The sudden thud and groaning sound from McGee told DiNozzo that had attempted to catch himself from falling as well; and failed. It wasn't to say the bed was small; it was a fairly large, queen size, if DiNozzo's memory served well. He'd been in several in his days of sleeping around with different women.

Of course, this gave him no comfort at all; DiNozzo had absolutely no idea where he or McGee were, how they'd gotten there, or what was in store. His heart was racing in his chest as he took another quick look around, before settling on the glass structure that looked like it was built for maximum servailence of the room. Squinting his eyes, he thought he could see a person standing in such a structure, but he couldn't quite tell. He jumped again, however, when McGee slowly stood and raised his voice, obviously trying to talk to whomever had placed them in this room.

" Wh- Who are you? "

McGee's question was answered fairly quickly, and DiNozzo made a quick observation that the voice was indeed coming from the speaker next to the glass. He sat up on the bed to get a better look at the structure as he listened to the responce.

" Who I am doesn't matter, Tim. " The usage of McGee's first name caused both men to share a quick glance before McGee continued his questions.

" Alright then... what do you want with us? Why are we here? What happened? "

A small chuckle met all his questions, though this time, it took her a little longer to respond.

" I want a show, Boys. As for what happened; In laymans terms, you could say you were both kidnapped. " Her voice held amusement; something DiNozzo didn't like to hear.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, DiNozzo moved to stand up; only to be met with a sudden wave of dizziness and a throbbing head that shoved him back down onto the bed, reminding him of how exactly he'd come to black out. Raising his hand, he felt around his head with dextarious fingers, trying to pinpoint the spot he'd been hit. And there, on the lower left, back of his head, was a rather large goose egg that caused him to wince as his fingers brushed over it. This of course, only brought McGee's attention away from the amused female voice.

" Tony, you alright? "

DiNozzo spared a glance toward McGee; the man who was supposed to be behind bars for a crime he didn't commit. Well.. he wasn't behind bars anymore. DiNozzo couldn't figure out if that was good or bad yet. He started to nod his head, but with another, fresh wave of dizziness, he settled for lowering his hand down to his lap and speaking.

" Yeah, all's good, Probie. Just got a little knocked up. " He paused, then made a face. " The details are a little fuzzy, though. "

This only seemed to rile McGee, though, as he then turned with clenched fists, back to the glass above them.

" What did you do to Tony? "

" I did nothing to your partner; " She chuckled, bemused even further it seemed. " My hands are completely clean of any wrong doings. "

" Which is a fancy way of saying you were behind it, but you don't think anyone can prove it. " McGee said quietly, his eyes narrowing and his fists clenching even further.

McGee had a sudden urge to shoot his way out of this place; adding a casualty to that escape; Hers. A quick search of himself, however, yeilded that his gun had been stripped of his form, as well as his watch, any metals, and even his belt. He didn't even have his shoes on anymore, and he knew from a quick glance at DiNozzo, who had searched himself also, that the same result had been found.

Giving a small, frustrated sigh, McGee realized something had to be done. As he was already standing, he turned in a circle, his gaze sweeping the wall critically, looking for anything; hinges, indentions, gaps, lines, anything that might indicate some sort of trap door or secret escape that could lead them out of here. But instead, there was nothing; at least, nothing on their level that they could reach.

There were a few lines in small squares probably ten feet above them, but nothing they could even fit their heads through. They had to have gotten in here somehow; and that would be the key to their escape. They just had to figure out how. McGee thought back to what few words they'd heard from their captor, trying to figure out if there was anything in her words, when he remembered her statement from before.

" Wait... You want a show from us? " McGee asked, befuddled.

This caught DiNozzo's attention as well, as the both of them turned confused eyes up at the glass where their captor presumably was, only to hear another soft chuckle.

" Indeed. And to be honest, I should allow you to acclimate to your new environment, however, I cannot wait to watch the new fun. My only dilema... " Another small chuckle, " Is who to inject first. "

Once again, McGee and DiNozzo shared glances, but this time, both eyes were full of apprehension; and fear.

- Gibbs' fist slammed down on his desk, startling Ziva and Abby and causing them to jump slightly, sharing a glance. Gibbs hadn't been in a good mood when McGee was arrested; but now that both he and DiNozzo had disappeared, with all the evidence pointing toward a staged break out? Abby was starting to miss that slightly sour mood in lue of his outraged mood, now.

Not even a day ago they'd gotten word that McGee had been broken out of Prison by a certain Anthony DiNozzo; that his car had been driven to the Prison durring the time McGee would have been enjoying a little outside time on the grounds. Both cameras that could have caught such an escape had been shot; and ballistics on the bullets that had been left behind matched the kind fired from the gun DiNozzo carried. Not to mention a raid of DiNozzo's home found several articles of clothing missing, like he'd packed up and left with as little as possible, including a change of clothing for McGee.

Even Abby had to admit, it looked convincing. Whoever had done this had gone to extreme lengths to make it look like DiNozzo had done everything himself; even going so far as to take his car, and abandon it several cities away, devoid of any fingerprints at all; even DiNozzo's, like it had been thoroughly cleaned. But even with all this incriminating evidence, Abby still couldn't believe Tony would do something like that. Someone had framed him, just like they had sweet little Timmy; everyone at NCIS knew that. Or at least, all of Tony's friends new that. Which was probably why Gibbs was so angry right now.

Abby was brought back from her thoughts as Gibbs turned around, eyeing both her and Ziva for a few seconds before saying gruffly,

" I need answers. My gut tells me they're both connected, and I need you back at the crimescene, Ziva. "

However, his comment had startled and confused Ziva, as she asked quietly,

" Um.. Tony's abandoned car, Sir? "

" No. Jeffrey Simmon's House. "

Authors Note : Please Review; I love reading comments of those who enjoy my stories, or even those who have ideas or complaints. Also, if something doesn't make sense, tell me. I'll either find a way to answer it by including it in on the next chapter, or by pming you directly. Thank you for taking the time to read the story, and this little note. Happy New Years, also, Everyone. Also, Special thanks to BnBfanatic for the correction I missed.