Hospital-Two Days Later

McGee was released, finally, from the hospital. His teammates had come around a few times in the last few days, but they were still looking for the other two. But now he was free from this white sterilized prison.

He went home and changed, before he called Gibbs.

"Gibbs."

"It's McGee, Boss."

"You out of the hospital?"

"Yes."

"We'll come pick you up."

He ended up in the van where the other organization, the Phoenix Foundation, was based.

He'd met the agents a few days before when they'd stopped by to see how he was doing. They'd had a few questions, and he'd answered them to the best of his ability. They were nice and he could tell that they worried for their missing agent.

The entire group was now sitting around the van. They were waiting. Waiting for a message or a phone call.

Terrorist base

Torres was sore. His bones ached and his head hurt. He could tell he had broken bones and a concussion. The room was dark, but he could still see the mold and mildew everywhere. They had been beating both men up constantly. He had no clue how much time had passed since they had been moved here. He and Mac were duck taped to chairs in the center of the room. He hoped that McGee had gotten back okay. Hopefully he hadn't died.

Mac was still out cold. His 'session' had been a bit ago. He had been shocked and beaten repeatedly. Torres was next soon.

They came and went on a regular basis. He had had a 'session' not too long ago as well. The men came back into the room. It was his turn.

After what seemed like hours, he finally blacked out. Little did he notice the men snapping a photo of them.

Phoenix Van

Gibbs phone dinged. He took one look and handed it off to Reily.

"Can you trace this?"

It was a photo of their agents, bruised and bloodied. They were in a basement of somesort.

McGee wanted to retch. They both looked pained. The picture was accompanied by a text. 5 hours.

Time was ticking by.

Jack got an idea. "Can't we copy the file? Or give him a false one?"

Gibbs looked up "I agree. Give them a copy of the file."

Reily smiled. "let's just change the information up some. Mess with the numbers a bit."

"Yeah that's a plan. I'm going to text him back."

"Do it."