Despite the large goose egg on the back of his head, Tony paced the expance of the room where he could, turning on his heel each time he came to a corner or a peice of furniture that blocked his path. Sitting on the edge of the large, plush bed, Tim fought the urge to shift nervously, his hands clasped in his lap and his eyes watching Tony go back and forth like clockwork. Without his watch, Tim didn't have a clear idea how long it had been since their captor had all but threatened them with some kind of injection, but the fear of whatever was to come was growing in the both of them, though Tim had to admit, he was somewhat skeptical anything she had planned would come to pass easily.
They were in a room, with no windows, no doors it looked like, no trap doors, none of the walls had any hinges... nothing. How was she going to get in to /give/ an injection, anyway? But rationality did little to calm his fears, let alone the growing worry that somehow, Tony was going to hurt himself by pacing like a caged, wild animal on the prowl. And that's the same exact look he had on his face, too, Tim noticed for the hundreth time. Tony's brows were furrowed to a slight dip, his eyes cast straight ahead, his mouth set into a grim line that sometimes rivaled Gibb's frown, and his nostrils just slightly flaired. It was scary... but it was so intensely hot, also.
Tim sighed quietly to himself. The entire time he'd worked at NCIS, he'd found his partner, Tony, near irresistable, and yet, he'd always had to hold himself back. He didn't want to, but Tony was happy just being... Tony. Going from girl to girl, having one night stands and two week romances that seemed to make him the happiest man in the world; who was Tim to take that from him just because of some selfish attraction he harbored? So Tim closed his eyes; partly to take his mind off the way Tony's lithe form continued to prowl back and forth in his intensely wild demeanor, and partly to try and figure out what was going on here. How long had it been since they were contacted by their kidnapper?
Evidently long enough.
-Break-
"Gibbs, there's nothing here." Ziva reluctantly said, turning her hands palm-side up while facing a rather sourfaced Gibbs, who turned a stone face on her. He said nothing verbally, but his expression said more than anyone needed to. 'Look harder.'
So Ziva turned back to the living room couch. The way Jeffrey had been found, he'd had his arm over the back of the couch, as though he'd been sitting with his arm around someone. Being really chummy, she had to guess, but then again, drunks were always chummy, weren't they? Still... On nothing but a hunch and curiosity, Ziva sat down in the exact spot where Jeffrey had been murdered, recalling the entry point for the first bullet wound; the right side of his cranium, just above his ear. Jeffrey wasn't a tall man, merely 5'5. Measured up against Tim, the bullet should have gone through the exact middle of his right side... instead... the bullet wound was several inches above the eartip, and shot downward.
The only way that would have happened would have been if McGee had raised his hand up, curved the gun down, and pulled the trigger. There was hardly any gunpowder residue on the side of his cranium, so it wasn't pressed against his head, so that positioning must have been pretty damn awkward, wouldn't it have been? So that meant... that Jeffrey's killer had to have been taller than he. At least 5'9, if not more. It wasn't much... but at least it was a start.
-Break-
"Such pent up energy, Tony." Came the female voice from above, catching the attention of Tim and Tony at once, though while Tim paled, anxiety plaguing him in wonder as to what would happen to them, Tony all but snarled, and sent his fist to the wall he'd been in front of, gritting his teeth against the vibrations such an action sent through his arm, up his spine and to his already throbbing head, though it didn't stop him from grounding out,
"What do you care, bitch?"
This only caused their captor to chuckle, and within a second, the wall beneath Tony's fist seemed to open up, folding inward and allowing his fist to slip through a small, two by two inch square, before the wall seemed to all but close back up on his arm, leaving his hand stuck in the wall. This caused Tony's face to become chalk white, as well as Tim's, and McGee jumped up from the bed in shock, though what exactly he could do for his partner, he had no clue. The shock of the situation didn't stop Tony from yanking as hard as he could on his arm, going so far as to place his foot on the wall to help brace himself while he tugged and pulled.
Unfortunately, the wall seemed to be made of strong material, and just wouldn't let his hand go. It only served to slow Tony's tugging when the female voice sounded out again, smug and mallicious all at the same time.
"I've made my decision, boys. Now it's time to have a little fun, no?"
Tony barely felt the prick of a needle on the back of his hand, where it was pushed into a vein, seconds before it was pulled back, and the wall re-opened enough to let Tony drag his hand out of the wall; both Tim and Tony watched with slightly wide eyes as the wall folded back into its original position, smoothing out without a single crack or hinge. But more frightening than a room that could swallow them at will... was the barely there, red hole in the back of his hand where a tiny dot of blood was welling up on Tony's hand.
Tony and Tim shared a glance; but only Tim caught the slight shine to Tony's eyes, and the start of a few beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, the elevated breathing that might have just been from his struggle, and the slight shaking of his form that could have been attributed to the fear of being injected with an unknown substance. But Tim had to doubt his last line of reasoning...
He'd seen that look Tony's eyes before. With a jump in his heart, and a reluctance to give too much thought to the manner, he swore Tony was looking at him like he looked at a nice waitress with a plump rear. With want.
With need.
A/N: Here's out to xenascully, for giving me a few messages, reviews, and overall want to try and start up this story again. Please read and review, and I'll try to update within a few days, depending on how many reviews I get. Thanks again. ~