(Thank you very much to all those readers who have followed this story over the months. It has been an interesting ride exploring this pairing and situation.)
“I’m sorry Sir but he won’t speak to anyone.”
The Doctor frowned uselessly at Gibbs who simply stood his ground in the hospital corridor.
“He’ll speak to me” Tim’s voice was quiet but firm.
The Doctor shook his head “No I don’t think you understand. He won’t even speak to his wife or family.”
Tim nodded “That’s because he’s ashamed of what they did to him. And that’s exactly why I have to go in and speak to him. Because I’m the only one that really knows”
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Would he hide from his life? Would he run away or would he face it head on and take the good and the bad? Now that it was all down to him what sort of man was he?
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(This chapter I have aimed to be disturbing and discusses cannabalism and features a lot of screaming and mentions of starvation and torture etc. Also the first part of this story is true, which is what makes it more disturbing. You have been warned.)
“What have you got for me Duck?”
Gibbs strode into autopsy where his friend was currently brandishing heavy, large metal shears to cut through the latest victims ribs allowing him free access to the chest cavity. The doctor looked up through the plastic shield covering his face with surprise.
“Ah Jethro. Most interesting. It appears that the blood on this poor souls lip is in fact human. And it’s not his. As is the dried blood under his nails. I took the opportunity to floss his teeth and I have sent the samples to Abby along with the contents of his stomach. More I won’t be able to say until I have finished but have you considered that Private Lennard might be the victim of cannibalism?”
“Wait, are you saying that this man might have eaten his men?”
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Gibbs strode into autopsy where his friend was currently brandishing heavy, large metal shears to cut through the latest victims ribs allowing him free access to the chest cavity. The doctor looked up through the plastic shield covering his face with surprise.
“Ah Jethro. Most interesting. It appears that the blood on this poor souls lip is in fact human. And it’s not his. As is the dried blood under his nails. I took the opportunity to floss his teeth and I have sent the samples to Abby along with the contents of his stomach. More I won’t be able to say until I have finished but have you considered that Private Lennard might be the victim of cannibalism?”
“Wait, are you saying that this man might have eaten his men?”
“So Timothy what colour is this ball?”
Tim lifted his sagging head and peered at the soft round red foam ball Jarrod held in his hand. Sweat tickled down his bare flesh as he hung suspended from the hated frame. He licked his dry and cracked lips trying to somehow produce enough saliva to speak. Not answering was not an option.
“Red?”
Jarrod gave him a pitying look and tossed the ball up then caught it again, one handed.
“No. I’m sorry. It’s blue.”Tim threw back his head and screamed at the flash of red pain that scorched his back.
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The team burst through the hospital doors nearly tripping over themselves in their eagerness to get to see their missing friend. The pace picked up until they were all nearly jogging down the corridor, frantically pointing, reading out signs, heads turning searching for information. Random words were called out “Emergency”, “Nurses Station” “Third Floor”
They made a strange sight as Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, Abby and even Ducky swarmed through the corridors until they saw Fornell patiently waiting for them, a shuttered look in his eyes. Gibbs’ long even stride chewed through the remaining distance while Abby's platform boots clattered unevenly between Tony and Ziva while Ducky's shorter quicker stride took up the rear.
( Read more... )They made a strange sight as Gibbs, Tony, Ziva, Abby and even Ducky swarmed through the corridors until they saw Fornell patiently waiting for them, a shuttered look in his eyes. Gibbs’ long even stride chewed through the remaining distance while Abby's platform boots clattered unevenly between Tony and Ziva while Ducky's shorter quicker stride took up the rear.
Fornell strode down the hospital hallway, his heels angrily clicking on the hard laminate floors.
“Didn’t see him? Didn’t SEE him! There was no way that he got that close and didn’t see anything. The guy held a gun to his face. Somebody got to him. Dammit. The whole case will collapse if we can’t get his testimony. Sacks! Did you get those photos? I need to..”
Fornell screeched to a halt as the familiar eyes of the patient at the far end of the hall finally registered.
“Holy shit”
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“Didn’t see him? Didn’t SEE him! There was no way that he got that close and didn’t see anything. The guy held a gun to his face. Somebody got to him. Dammit. The whole case will collapse if we can’t get his testimony. Sacks! Did you get those photos? I need to..”
Fornell screeched to a halt as the familiar eyes of the patient at the far end of the hall finally registered.
“Holy shit”
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Chapter Three - (For those interested the song that accompanies this chapter is Bernard Fanning, Shelter For My Soul)
A month later
The Man lay face down in the painful darkness and felt the heavy, soft rain start to wash the blood, dirt and dried filth from his naked, battered body.
And he prayed to a God he didn’t believe in for the sweet rain to wash away the dirt in his soul.
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A month later
The Man lay face down in the painful darkness and felt the heavy, soft rain start to wash the blood, dirt and dried filth from his naked, battered body.
And he prayed to a God he didn’t believe in for the sweet rain to wash away the dirt in his soul.
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Tim’s vision swirled as he opened his eyes and tried to register where he was.
Bricks, puddles of water, empty space, rails, chains, metal grate.
He shut his eyes again, taking a deep shuddering breath hoping that what he had seen was simply an illusion, a bad dream. But even with his eyes shut he could feel the uncomfortable stretch of his body and the restraints around his wrists and ankles.
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Bricks, puddles of water, empty space, rails, chains, metal grate.
He shut his eyes again, taking a deep shuddering breath hoping that what he had seen was simply an illusion, a bad dream. But even with his eyes shut he could feel the uncomfortable stretch of his body and the restraints around his wrists and ankles.
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Chapter One
NCIS Special Agent Timothy McGee drove into the underground garage of his apartment complex and pulled his precious car into his space. He turned off the engine and sat for a moment, feeling ridiculously happy. He had a full week off work which started….. Tim checked his watch ….. right now.
Tim took a deep cleansing breath and smiled. A full seven days without urgent phone calls, bloodied corpses and having wads of paper thrown at his head. No Gibbs glare, no teasing from Tony and people actually using his first name.
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NCIS Special Agent Timothy McGee drove into the underground garage of his apartment complex and pulled his precious car into his space. He turned off the engine and sat for a moment, feeling ridiculously happy. He had a full week off work which started….. Tim checked his watch ….. right now.
Tim took a deep cleansing breath and smiled. A full seven days without urgent phone calls, bloodied corpses and having wads of paper thrown at his head. No Gibbs glare, no teasing from Tony and people actually using his first name.
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I have had in my mind a torture Tim story for ages. Since started watching the show. Why is it that those who love him most like to see him in anguish and recover? There is a vulnerability with McGee yet he is strong and its always the others in the team who seem to get shot at, drowned or run over. Anywhoo for those that have been following my site I have posted several random scenes from different sections of the story as I wrote them.
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