TWO DAYS AGO

He didn't know where he was. He could barely remember what had happened. Everything hurts! What happened?

He hadn't remember much; He was walking home from work, since his car ran out of gas. He had to ditch it and walk the rest of the way home. He was texting Sarah about having a lunch tomorrow. The street was deserted except for a bar with few people having a late night drink.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw a large, gloved hand coming at him. Startled, he dropped his phone just before he was knocked out. Then, after what seemed like five days, he woke up in pain. Mostly his head; but also his legs. The right one felt numb; and probably might be broken. Opening his eyes, he looked around to see nothing but darkness. "Hello! Who are you, what do you want!" McGee cried. Following his cry, a hard blow in the stomach, making him lose his breath. His leg hurt like it had been smashed and his chest felt tight and he could barely breath. "Is an-" he was cut off with another sharp blow to the stomach. As he lay there, gasping for breath, a dark, and low voice spoke, "Special Agent Timothy McGee," the voice began. McGee heard someone approaching; he then saw a man with a small beard and dark, fierce eyes. "You will tell me everything you know about NCIS and the people who work there, or else." McGee looked at him with fear stricken eyes, but had the guts to speak, "I won't tell you anything!" he panted. The man scowled and took the butt of his gun and smashed it against McGee's head. McGee cried out in pain as darkness held it's arms out waiting for him.