Okay, so first I wanna clear things up for anybody's who's never read one of charlie009d's stories...I am not the author of this story. I am just charlie009d's typing monkey, as she calls me...well i guess i kinda gave myself the nickname. And I warn you, my authors notes can get incredibly long sometimes, like this one will definitely be.
And if you've read one of Charlie's stories before, welcome back! I hope you enjoy this new story as much as you seemed to enjoy The Road to Freedom! And if you haven't read The Road to Freedom, you should. Well, I think that covers pretty much everything I wanted to say before you start the story...Oh, wait, one more thing...there will be some torture in this story. It shouldn't get too explicit, at least i don't think its too bad...although I'm a weirdo and everyone thinks I'm kinda psycho, which might possibly be true, but thats not my point. Okay, now I think I'm done with my pre-story rambling.
Gibbs stood in line for coffee, occasionally looking at his watch. The line moved slower than a snail, and if it kept going like that his team would assume he'd gone missing. When he got to the front of the line, he found the cashier to be a new employee who had no clue as to what she was doing. She was an attractive young woman in her early twenties. Her name tag read 'Gena'. She had shoulder length blonde hair, perfect pink lips, and dull blue eyes. She had probably been a cheerleader in high school.
"I'm sorry," she said, fumbling with the cash register. "It's my first day on the job and I'm working a double shift."
A phone started ringing and it took Gibbs a minute to realize it was his phone. He grabbed his coffee, telling Gena to keep the change, and headed for the door. Gibbs dug through his pockets in search of his cell phone. When he answered, he heard static on the other line, then a voice.
"Say 'hello'," a deep male voice instructed.
"Hello?" A weak female voice called out.
"Ziva," Gibbs gasped.
"Have you ever been forced to listen to someone being tortured?" the voice asked.
Ziva screamed on the other side of the line. Gibbs shuddered, Ziva wasn't one to show pain. The screaming died down and was replaced with quiet sobs that were unsuccessfully being masked.
"Gibbs," Ziva said, "They are-"
The line went dead.
Gibbs jumped into his car and sped off towards NCIS. The idea of just calling never crossed his mind. Gibbs sped through red lights and ignored traffic signs. Narrowly escaping with his life, he arrived at the NCIS building.
Tony sat at his desk lazily moaning about having nothing to do. He spotted a note tablet and began throwing paper balls at McGee, laughing every time one hit him in the head. Time picked one up and returned fire. Then it became an all out war. The two stopped when they saw Gibbs enter the bullpen with a grave expression on his face and a coffee in his hand.
"He started it, Boss," Tony said, pointing to McGee.
"I don't care," Gibbs said. "McGee, trace my last call."
McGee did so without question. Tony had a bad feeling. He glanced over at Gibbs, who had his attention focused on something else. Tony followed his eyes to see Ziva's empty desk. Tony's breath caught in his throat and his heard skipped a beat. How could he not have noticed Ziva was missing? Tony guessed that either Ziva or her captors had called Gibbs. He willed Tim to tell them he got a location, but he knew it didn't work that way.
"I can't get a fix," McGee announced. "What's going-"
With that one word everything became real. Ziva had been kidnapped for reasons unknown to her team and it was up to them to save her. Vance stood on the balcony overlooking the bullpen. He was shocked to see Team Gibbs leaving with their gear. Then he saw Gibbs come back in for his coffee.
"Agent Gibbs," Vance called. "What is the meaning of this?"
Gibbs gave Vance a rude hand gesture and was off. The three agents loaded themselves into a car and started for Ziva's apartment. They didn't know if she had been kidnapped from her home, but it was as good a guess as any. Gibbs parked the car out front and immediately noticed Ziva's car was still in its spot.
Tony hoped that Ziva had gotten sick and just forgot to call in, but his gut told him something terrible had happened. He climbed the building's stairs with a sense of foreboding, he almost begged Gibbs not to open the apartment door. But Tony put on his brave front and prepared himself for what he was about to see.
The door swung open to reveal a trashed apartment. Everyone went their separate ways with cameras and evidence bags. It seemed the apartment had been trashed after Ziva had been kidnapped, just to throw them off. McGee bagged an empty syringe lying on the kitchen floor while Tony took pictures of the initials DG written in mustard beside it.
Gibbs grimaced as he took a sip of his coffee. It was cold and didn't taste very good, but never the less, it was coffee and he was in dire need of caffeine. Gibbs was hit with a dizzy spell and he had to hold onto the counter to stop himself from falling. Tony and McGee watched as Gibbs paled and nearly collapsed.
"You okay, Boss?" Tim asked. "You look kinda sick."
Gibbs just glared at him.
"I hate to say this, Boss," Tony said, "But McGoo is right, maybe you should go home and rest. Elflord and I can take this stuff to Abby."
McGee shot Tony an irritated glance. "We can handle it, Boss."
Gibbs opened his mouth to protest, but then thought better of it. He really want feeling well. Gibbs nodded and left. He decided to walk home because Tony and McGee would need the car. The weather was cold, but was quickly growing warmer by the day. Gibbs flipped up the collar of his coat and took another gulp of coffee, pretending it was warm.
Gibbs's mind wandered to Ziva. Why had she been kidnapped? What had they done to her? Gibbs didn't know, but he was going to find out. He turned into his house and cranked up the heat. Then he moved to the kitchen and placed his coffee in the microwave.
Gibbs descended his basement stairs with his now warm coffee in hand. He glanced at his half finished boat and decided to work on it, he did his best thinking while sanding. Gibbs finished off his coffee and grabbed his sander. Gibbs's world began to spin again and this time he was unable to catch himself. His forehead clipped the side of the boat as he went down.
Blood soaked the right side of Gibbs's face and ran into his eyes. He blinked furiously, trying to make the world stand still for a blasted moment. Gibbs tried to stand up, but his limbs felt like lead weights. He cursed himself for being so clumsy. He didn't want somebody to stumble upon his body and see he accidentally killed himself. Gibbs then realized that what was happening to him may not be an accident.
'The coffee,' he though miserably.
Just as the world was fading away, Gibbs saw a figure standing over him.
Then everything went dark.
Well, I hope you liked the first chapter! It would be amazing if you reviewed, me and Charlie love to hear your opinions on the story! Oh, and if you've read Charlie's last story, The Road to Freedom, you would know that I love to put a quote at the end of the chapter, and I love it when people try to guess where its from. And I tell you where its from at the beginning of the next chapter. I pretty much use quotes from a lot of stuff, like TV shows and books. I try to do that for most chapters. So here's my first quote for this story:
"Yes, well, I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you."