A/N: I'm so sorry this is so late. The file got trapped on another computer :(. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the final installment.

An hour later, Tim had cut through the tape around their chests and his ankles.

"Tony, you're going to have to cut your own ankles. Your arm—."

"Is fine." Tony interrupted. "My arm will be fine. Hand me the knife." Tim carefully put the knife in Tony's hand. After a few moments of Tony trying to discreetly cut the tape around his ankles, Tim broke the silence.

"Tony, we need to move."

"I know that, McGee, I'm working as fast as I can."

"No, I mean we need to shift a bit so I can see the computer screen."

"How do you suggest we do that?"

"You go up on your toes and I'll carry the chairs." Tony sighed in resignation.

"Fine. On the count of three. One…two…three." Tony grunted as Tim stood up, hauling the linked chairs with him.

"We need to make sure they stay back to back. If they come apart, Adler—."

"Will notice we've cut through, yeah, I know. Let's move." Tony and Tim slowly tiptoed around until Tim could see the screen.

"That's good, we can stop." They carefully set the chairs back down and Tony continued to cut away at the tape.

"What do you see?" Tim squinted at the screen.

"It looks like…it looks like a list of expenditures."

"Expenditures?"

"Yes, for all the different departments."

"What is he doing with that?"

"I'm not sure." Tony finished cutting through one ankle and turned to the next. He had almost finished with that one when Tim spoke again. "Tony, I think he's moving the money around. I think he's siphoning money off."

"That's not good."

"No, it isn't. Are you done yet?" The last bit of tape snapped before the knife.

"Yep. Let's get out of here." Tim surveyed the room.

"They seem distracted. Should we make a break for it?"

"Let's go." Tony and Tim quickly pulled the tape off as quietly as they could manage. Scanning the room, they crouched down by the wall and began to slink towards the end of the room. Just before they reached the door, Adler turned around and spotted them.

Tim darted his hand out to grab the handle. Bang, a bullet ricocheted off. Tim quickly pulled his hand back. He and Tony threw themselves to the side as another bullet smashed between them.

"Tara!" Adler shouted, calling the girl out from the wires. "Take care of him," Adler pointed to Tony. "I've got the other." Tony pulled Tim's knife out of his pocket and struggled to his feet as Adler came over, gun in hand. Tim jumped up and watched Tara approach. She seemed so small and harmless as she walked up to him, her blonde braid swinging behind her.

"Just let us go. I don't want to hurt you." Tara smiled.

"Is that so?" Suddenly Tim's head was snapping sideways as she kicked him across the face. Harmless, she apparently was not. Looking back at her, he was met with a kick to the stomach. Tim grunted as her foot made contact, pushing him back and causing him to double over. Getting up, Tim dodged a punch and tackled her to the ground. With her pinned down, Tim looked over to see Tony scooting along the floor, slashing desperately at Adler as he advanced. Tim could only watch in dread, afraid to distract Tony with conversation, as Tony backed into a corner.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Tara wriggled out from under Tim and hit him across the face. Flipping him onto his back, she pressed her foot down on his neck and laughed as he desperately clawed, trying to restore his airflow.

Ping, the sound of a bullet from somewhere outside the room called everyone's attention. The door busted inward and two people burst through.

"Federal agents, drop your weapons!" Gibbs shouted, pointing his gun at Adler while Ziva aimed for Tara.

"Boss," Tony spoke weakly, allowing a smile of relief to adorn his face. "Great timing."

"Get off him, or I will put a bullet in your leg." Ziva threatened. Raising her hands, Tara stepped off Tim. Ziva grabbed her wrists and cuffed her while Tim gasped and slowly stood up.

"How'd you find us?" Tim inquired as Gibbs shoved Adler towards the door.

"When you did not return to your desks, we began to worry. We found the open manhole and followed the path." Ziva answered.

"And you managed to find this room?"

"Abby was sitting at your desk and noticed your access code was used. She traced the source to here and directed us."

"How's your arm?" Gibbs asked Tony.

"It'll be alright, Boss. I don't need a sling or anything. Bandages would be nice though."

"What happened while you were down here?" Ziva inquired.

"Well," Tony launched into a blow-by-blow account of their short-lived captivity. The team moved through the door into the sewer tunnels. Tim winced as he put weight on his leg. Ziva stared at him suspiciously before looking him up and down.

"McGee, what happened to your leg?" Ziva pointed to the blood trickling down his calf.

"Oh, I, um, got grazed by a bullet."

"Get Ducky to look at that when we get back." Gibbs ordered.

"Let me help you." Ziva put Tim's arm around her shoulders, taking the weight off his injured leg. Relieved, they continued towards the door and Tony resumed his tale. They had almost reached the end of the tunnel when Tim interrupted.

"Hey Tony?"

"Yeah, McGee?"

"Can I have my knife back?" Tony placed it in his hand and offered Tim a wide grin.

"As you wish."