Tony sat in the car, his ear piece in. McGee had everything set up so that they could hear everything that was happening inside Weems' house. "You have a lovely home." Charity's voice carried over the link crystal clear.
"You seem awefully agitated, DiNozzo." Burley had observed.
"Working with your boss, drives me insane." Tony answered.
Burley nodded. "I know the feeling well."
"Thank you my dear, but my home pales in comparison to your lovliness." Weems' voice replied.
A girlish giggle came through next. "You are too much." She'd told him. "So, where are all the other guests?" She'd decided to ask.
"Well, you see, I liked to you about that." Weems replied. "I told you that I was having a party because I thought that you wouldn't have joined me if I'd have just asked you on a date."
"You could have just asked me." Charity replied.
"A beautiful young woman such as yourself would have agreed to go out on a date with an old war horse like me?" He asked.
"I've always been attrackted to older men." Charity replied.
Tony could just imagine the couquettish grin on her face. For some reason her false flirting with the Colonel bugged him. "This is really gettingg deep." Tony muttered.
"You seem a little bothered by all this." Burley observed.
"I just hate sitting and waiting." Tony replied.
"So, what's for dinner?" Charity asked.
"Oh, I thought we could have a nice steak and potatoes. Along with a delicious wine." Weems answered. "The dining room is this way, my sweet."
They could hear the sounds of the dinner being served and the fake flirting going on. "I'm seriously getting sick listening to this." Tony muttered.
Just then Burley's phone rang. He saw that it was Abby. "What is it Abby?" He asked as he held the phone to his ear.
"You know how none of the victims had defensive wounds?" Abby asked.
"Yes, that was really weird." Burley replied.
"Yeah Ducky and I thought that it was really hinky, too." Abby answered. "So, we did a tox screen and they didn't fight back because they couldn't. They were drugged."
"Thanks Abbys." Burley said hanging up the phone. "We have to get Charity out of there."
"Why? What's going on?" Tony asked.
"The reason the victims didn't have defensive wounds is because they were drugged. They couldn't fight back." Burley answered.
"The dinner." Tony said. That was when they heard inside the house.
"My head feels funny." Charity's voice said.
"Yes, that's the way it is my dear." Weems replied. "You must have had too much wine. Close your eyes and rest now."
"McGee, Dan we have to move now." Tony said over their link. "He's drugged her."
Charity...
Charity had just finished the glass of wine. She and Weems were bantering back and forth and all of a sudden her head began to swim. "My head feels funny." She found herself saying.
"Yes, that's the way it is my deat. You must have had too much wine. Close your eyes and rest now." Weems had told her.
A forboding feeling had filled the pit of Charity's stomach. She dizzily pushed herself back from the table. "No, I...I have to go." Charity mumbled.
Weems walked over to her. He grabbed her arm. "You're not going anywhere." He told her.
Charity tried to pull away, but she couldn't. She was unable to fight through the increasing fog of her brain, but it was too much. That was when the blackness consumed her.
Tony and the others...
Tony and the other three men burst through the front door of Weems' home. They walked through every room of the house, looking for a sign of where Weems might have taken Charity. Tony walked into the kitchen while the other men checked in the upstairs and other rooms.
Tony noticed a pantry door in the wall, it was slightly open. He walked over to it, his gun drawn. When he opened the door, he realized that it wasn't actually a pantry, but a door to the basement. Tony walked down the steps, holding his weapon out in front of him.
That was when he saw it. Charity was lying on the cool basement floor, the back of her dress had been cut revealing the smoothe white flesh. Her back wasn't completely smoothe, at least not anymore. Weems had already carved the heart with the arrow into her back.
"What are you doing down here?" Weems asked, standing behind Tony, holding a gun to his head.
"I came to stop you." Tony answered.
"You're too late, just like the others, she's mine." Weems replied. "Now drop your gun."
Tony laid his gun on the floor.
"Now walk." Weems ordered.
"No thanks." Tony said, turning around and knocking the gun from Weems' hand. Tony and Weems fought until finally, Tony was able to gain the upper hand and knocked Weems out. He cuffed him and then walked over to Charity's limp body.
Tony knelt down beside her and placed two fingers at her pulse point to her neck. Her pulse was weak, but it was still there. Just then the other three men rushed into the basement. Tony looked up. "Call an ambulance."