Chapter 5

"Damn Jehovah witnesses. Since when do they come to this neighborhood," the man said aloud as he came down the stairs, "Have you found God? Ha!"

McGee opened his eyes but kept them to the ground as his captor walked over and sat across from McGee again.

"Have you found God," the man asked McGee but McGee only looked up so the man continued, "I didn't know I was suppose to look for him. Maybe that's why he never helped me. I wondered where he always was. Where was he when nobody ever listened? Where was he when I became an addict? Well it doesn't matter; I stopped believing in him long time ago."

The man pulled out the knife from his pocket and looked at it while McGee looked at him watching his every move. That's when McGee noticed the pale lines that were scars on the man's forearms

"I want you to feel my pain," the man continued, "I want you to suffer like I did my whole life. I'm gonna make you feel how it's like before I kill you."

The man started to furiously cut away the tape tying one of McGee's wrists to the chair. He did it so violently McGee was scared that he was going to slice his arm. As soon as his left hand was free McGee grabbed his captor by his shirt and fought to get his other hand free but the man got out from McGee's grip then kicked the wheelchair sending McGee flying back into the wall and hitting the mirror with the back of his head, breaking the mirror.

The man ran up and struggled with McGee as he tried to wrestle McGee's arm down but McGee fought with all he could hoping his captor doesn't stab him.

The man gave up and went behind McGee. McGee tried to turn his head but was again attacked as a black cord wrapped around his neck. McGee anticipated the attack and raised his hand to block it but unfortunately wasn't quick enough and was only able to get his fingers in.

McGee tried with all his might to pull the cord away but he felt his fingers go numb as he struggled to breath. But McGee wasn't going to give up that easy now that he got one hand free. He fought with everything he had but his own knuckles were digging into his own throat choking him.

In his mind McGee could hear Gibbs yelling at him not to give up, so reaching deep inside him he pulled as hard as he can till soon the cord was no longer choking him and he was able breath again. For the first to time since waking up in the basement McGee was smiling at the idea that he could actually escape. He was almost laughing when suddenly he felt a sharp sting across his wrist.

The cord loosened and fell to the floor. All color left McGee's face as he looked at his bleeding, shaking wrist in shock.

"I'm gonna enjoy killing you you son of a bitch," the man said angrily as he massaged his sore hands.

McGee didn't hear him but instead had all of his attention on his wrist and the blood that was running down to his elbow. Even though it was extremely painful, it wasn't the pain that truly got to him but the fact that it did happened. His hand was shaking and with his other hand still taped to the chair he didn't know what to do. Seeing his blood flow from the thin cut on his wrist seemed to confirm his worst fear that he would never be saved and he will die down here.

Oblivious to McGee however, his captor was rummaging in his drawer and pulled out a small pill packet. He popped out two of them and tossed aside the packet. As soon as McGee looked up from his wrist, the man rushed him. Before McGee could react the man forcefully shoved the pills into McGee's mouth and stuck his fingers in and attempted to force the pills down McGee's throat.

McGee gagged as he felt the three fingers on his town and down his throat. McGee tried to fight back but it hurt a lot to even bend his fingers. He tried pulling on the man arm but with the man's other hand holding his head, he found it impossible without his other hand so he repeatedly punched the man in his side as hard as he can but his punches really weak.

Finally McGee felt himself involuntary swallow the pills then the man's fingers sliding out. McGee coughed violently as he tried not to throw up. He could still taste the man's dirty fingers.

As McGee tried to collect himself, the man grabbed a nearby chair, sat across from his hostage and just watched him. In a matter of minutes McGee started to feel drowsy.

"This isn't the first time I gave a guy a roofie," the young man said calmly, "just be happy it's not poison or some-steroids shit otherwise you'll be awake the whole time as I torture you."

McGee looked at the man but wasn't able to concentrate. His eyelids felt heavy and his body weak.

"I think it safe now to cut the tape off," the man said.

Picking up the knife he dropped from the floor, he started to cut away the duct tape from McGee's other hand. As soon as his arm was free he tried to lift it but it felt as if weights has been tied on so instead it fell onto his lap. When McGee's legs were free he wanted to leap up and run as fast as he can but his entire body felt weak. He was even having trouble keeping his head up.

"Time to go for a walk there sleepy," exclaimed the man.

With one swift motion he grabbed the wheelchair handles and flipped it over sending McGee flying to the ground. McGee tried to stand up but as soon as soon as he was on his feet he fell backwards and was on the ground again. As he lay on his back he rubbed his face and hair with both hands. When he felt something wet drip from his forearm and onto his face he looked at his wrist and saw that he was still bleeding. Reminded of his situation he laid back, rested his hands on his chest and tried to stay awake. Part of him wanted to get up and get out but the other wanted to just lie there and sleep.

The whole time his captor was standing over him, smiling, with McGee's knife in his hand. He walked over and placed his foot on McGee's face and pressed on his cheek. McGee tried push the man's foot away but it felt like it weighed a ton and to make things worse he was facing Bradley Summer's body so now he was both sick and tired. He just wanted all this to end.

That's when McGee noticed a gold glint in Summer's hand. McGee could see that his hand was wrapped around a gold chain and attached to it, resting on the back of his hand, was a cross.

The man laughed as he put more of his weight onto McGee head and dug his heel in as if he was squishing a bug. The man looked at his victim below him and pictured ways to kill him. He gripped the knife harder as ideas popped into his head.

His thoughts were unexpectedly interrupted by distant loud banging upstairs. The man froze and looked up at the basement door. As the banging continued he took his foot off McGee's face, walked over to the table, picked up McGee's gun and ran up stairs without looking back at McGee.

Upstairs McGee could hear a commotion and the man screaming upstairs but it all sounded too distant to know what was happening. He managed to turn himself over but he didn't know what to next. He could feel himself drifting away. He didn't want to pass out because then he wouldn't know what will happen to him or where he will wake up next.

He got on his hands and knees then crawled to the table where he somehow managed to pull himself up to his feet. He had to use the table to stay up though. His legs were shaky and it hurted to bend his wrist but he was determined to get to the stairs. He took one step and right away felt the room spin. His body was leaning dangerously to the side but some how he didn't fall over.

He managed to take two more steps before stumbling and falling over. He was too tired to get back up again so he just laid there. He rolled over on his back and looked up at the stairs hoping the next person to walk down was Gibbs.

The commotion was still going on upstairs. McGee could hear shouting and gunshots. He couldn't understand what they were saying or how many people there were but he knew most of them came to rescue him and he hoped that they succeeded.

He started to close his eyes when the door above flew open with a bang. McGee heard his captor screaming and firing his gun desperately before falling backwards and tumbling down the stairs.

McGee then heard a familiar voice scream his name. He smiled as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs followed by more familiar voices. Soon he was looking up at three faces as they helped him up.

"Your gonna be fine Tim," Gibbs said as he placed McGee arm around his shoulder unaware that McGee's arm was now bleeding on his shirt.

McGee then felt Tony put his other arm around his shoulder and Ziva support him from the back.

As they walked back to the stairs McGee looked up to finally see the person that was with him when the room was dark. What looked back at him was a large ceramic statue of the Virgin Mary holding a baby. As they walked past her he knew she was looking over him the whole time.

With great difficulty they got up the stairs and into a kitchen. McGee looked out a window to see it very early morning which means he must been down there the whole night.

McGee closed his eyes and was starting fall asleep when something grab him. he opened his eyes to see Abby crushing him in a tight hug. He could she was crying but happy. He took his arm off Tony and wrapped it around Abby hoping to never let go.