Hello! This is my second NCIS story. I've had this idea in my head for a while now and now I've finally decided to write it down. :)
My native language is not English so I maybe will make some grammar mistakes. If someone would like to beta-read for me I would really love that! :)
Well, enough with my rambling. :) Let's see the story.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own NCIS or it's characters. I'm only borrowing them for this story. And I'm not making any money out of this.
Warning: There WILL be some graphic stuff in this story, so I'm warning you. If you don't like reading stuff like that, then don't read this story. I will have some warnings in the chapters that will contain the graphic stuff, but I'm already warning so people don't get mad at me. :)
Well, enjoy! :)
In a faint distant he heard: "NCIS! Drop your weapons!."
"Were they here?" He thought desperately. That couldn't be. He was in this horrible place for so long, that it almost seemed unreal.
He was so tired, that it took all his strength to open his eyes.
He tried looking around to see where they were. He almost felt his heart drop when he didn't see anyone. "Was it a dream then?" he thought hopelessly.
His teammates didn't come to rescue him. It was just his imagination. He felt a tear sliding down his face. This wasn't the first time he dreamed that they were actually here. Every time he would wake up and find that it was just a dream. But this time was different, the sounds of their voices seemed so real this time.
He felt another tear roll down his face.
But then suddenly the door from the room he was held captive in burst open. He could see the vague shape of someone but he couldn't see who it was. The shape started coming closer.
"No, please don't." he started pleading desperately. He figured that it was one of his captors again. "I can't, not again." But the shape didn't seem to listen, which made him panic even more. "Please!" he screamed now. He started pulling on the restraints that tied him to the bed he was lying on. His hands were tied above his head, they had been tied like this since the first time he woke up here. His wrists were bloody and raw from every time he tried to loosen the ropes, but it never had worked. His feet were also tied to each side of the bed. Those ropes have been removed two or three times before. But that was only because his captors said it would be fun to watch him squirm more.
Suddenly the shape, that was now only a few feet away, started talking.
"Mcgee it's okay, it's me Tony."
But Mcgee was stuck in his own memories of every time someone walked in the room. Every time someone walked in, it was one of his captors.
He started struggling his restraints more. "No, please. I, ... I can't." he pleaded again. He was so tired, he really couldn't take anymore.
"Mcgee, listen! It's mee Tony. I won't hurt you." The shape said again.
Then he remembered. "Tony?" he asked carefully. He was afraid that it was just one of his captors playing a joke on him.
"Yes, it's me, Mcgee. I'm going to get you out of here okay. The boss and Ziva are in another room trying to get the people who kidnapped you, okay? They'll be here in a minuite."
Mcgee felt so relieved he didn't know how long he was here, but it felt like an eternity. He just wanted to get out of here so desperately. But suddenly he became aware of how he looked. He only had his underwear on. He didn't want Ziva and his boss to see him like this. He had a lot of injuries to, he felt blood trickling down his side, where one of his captors had stabbed him with a knife.
"Please, I don't want to see me like this." His throat really hurt when he spoke but he really didn't want them to see him like this.
"Mcgee, you don't have to be embarrassed, we're just glad that we found you." Tony said.
Mcgee started to panic. Any moment would his boss and Ziva walk in and see him.
"No! Tony, don't! Please I don't want them to come in here!" he felt hot tears stream down his face again. He started to hyperventilate. It was already bad enough that Tony had already seen him.
"Okay, okay, Mcgee." Tony said calm. "Just breath calmly, I'll go tell them to stay outside. I'll be right back.
He saw Tony leave. He tried getting his breathing under control again.
"I told them. They won't come in." Tony was suddenly back in the room. He walked up to him and started tugging on his restraints at his wrists. "I'm going to get you out of these restraints. Stay calm and don't move them when they're loose." Tony said.
"Tony?" Mcgee said suddenly really scared.
"I, … I can't feel my arms anymore."
"That's probably because you were tied up like this for a while. How long have you been tied up like this?"
"Since the first day I was here. They never removed them."
He heard Tony curse in a low voice.
"Tony, how… how long was I here?"
"Okay Mcgee I almost got your wrists free." Tony avoided the question.
"Please, Tony. Just tell me."
"That's not really important right now, okay. You just concentrate on staying awake."
It really hurt to talk now, for him. His voice was at his end. But he needed to know how long he was here. "Please," he said in a very raspy and soft voice.
Tony sighted. "Two months," he said finally.
"Okay," Mcgee said. After that he was swallowed in the darkness that had wanted to swallow him since the moment Tony had walked in.