Okay so I FINALLY watched Season 11 of NCIS and can officially say that Bishop is awesome! Hence why I decided to write a little something on her. I got some inspiration for this chapter from the novel series 'Kidnapped', by Gordon Korman, which I read when I was younger. Anyway... enough about me. On with the story!

"Eleanor Bishop?" A voice called from the shadows.

Bishop put one hand on her gun, which was tucked into the waistband of her trousers.

"I'm sorry?"

A man stepped out into the light, and she quickly covered her gun with her jacket, making a split-second decision.

"I think you have me confused with someone else…"

He stepped forwards and grabbed her by the arm as she tried to back away. "Not so fast."

She jerked back instinctively, and looked around to see two other men slowly closing in on her.

"I'm sorry." She forced herself to smile. "I really have no idea who you are talking about."

The man studied her for a moment before gesturing to one of his men, who stepped forwards and deftly pulled out her gun.

"Hey!"

"Nice gun. Where'd you get it?" The man said, showing off his crooked teeth.

Bishop starting moving backwards. "I don't want any trouble." She bumped into a wall, and inwardly groaned when she realised that she had been cornered.

The man stepped closer to her and reached inside her jacket, pulling out her badge. "Nice badge too, NCIS Special Agent Eleanor Bishop." He read with another hideous grin. "I hear you used to be with the NSA. How did that turn out for you? Find a special someone there, did we?"

Bishop had been trying not to retaliate, but at the mention of her husband, she snapped. Kicking out at him, she drew her knife out of her coat pocket, silently thanking Gibbs and his idiotic rules.

The man, who had dodged her kick, smirked. "Better put that away before someone gets hurt. Wilson." He nodded to one of the men, and in less than a second she was pressed up against the wall with her arms twisted behind her back.

"Nice try sweetheart," the man called 'Wilson' remarked.

She gritted her teeth as the man in charge stepped closer to her, his breath warm on her cold cheek.

"You won't be needing this," he hissed before she felt the knife being jerked from her grasp.

"You'll pay for this!"

He chuckled. "Unlikely. By the time NCIS discovers your dead body, I will have left the country."

Bishop's eyes widened. "Wh-" Whatever question she was about to ask was left unanswered as she was jerked away from the wall, a cloth covering her face as another arm circled her midsection to hold her still. "Mmmph!" She struggled against the person, but whoever it was had obviously been expecting a fight. She could barely move. Her arms were pinned to her sides. She still had her legs though. As she thought this, he kicked the back of her legs, causing her to fall heavily to her knees.

The man watched with a smug smile as Wilson pressed down firmly on the cloth, his other hand wrapped around her stomach, also effectively stopping any movement of her arms. He had allowed his man to choose how he wanted to take her. He didn't care, really. As long as at the end of the day they had a breathing NCIS Agent, he would be happy. The girl's struggles had lessened a bit. She had stopped trying to escape, and had begun fighting to get away from the cloth that covered her mouth and nose.

At first, Bishop had tried to hold her breath. But when she was forced to her knees, she mistakenly took in a sharp breath, with drastic results. Almost instantly, her vision blurred, and her head swam. She felt the pressure on the cloth increase, and knew she couldn't take it much longer. Flinging her head back, she heard the man grunt as he dodged, avoiding the possibility of a broken nose. She couldn't hold her breath any longer, breathing in deeply. "Mmph…" Her eyes fluttered shut as all the fight left her body, and she would have crumpled had the man not been holding her up.

A car pulled up, and she was dragged into the backseat.

The man in charge climbed into the front seat, while his men took care of Bishop in the back, tying her hands tightly in front of her and securing a hood over her head. They pulled away from the curb, and the man looked over his shoulder to see Bishop sitting in the middle, her top half lying across one of his men, who was holding her close to stop her from falling off the seat. The other, Wilson, was staring out the window with a neutral expression, completely calm for someone who had just kidnapped a fed. He chuckled and turned back around. This was going to be fun.

There didn't seem to be much (that I saw anyway) about her being held hostage or anything like there is for the other characters, so I decided to sit down and write this... well... thing. It doesn't really deserve a better title just yet. Hopefully it will after I post the second chapter. Yes... I have already written the second chapter. I just wanted to test the waters a little before diving in head first! So, what did you think? Good? Bad? Okay? Any suggestions for future chapters? Any requests (for chapters or fanfictions you want written)?