The Return
- Chapter 2: Just Find Her -
"Ah, she awakes." The low voice that would have been soothing had it not belonged to Kort broke through the darkness as she struggled to wake. Her eyelids were heavy and her head throbbed.
"Ah, he returns." She countered, her voice was gravelly and her mouth dry. She tried swallow, Kort handed her a glass of water and she took it warily.
"I didn't put anything in it if you are worried. Drugging is beneath me, besides, I have realized that it is not in my favor to kill you." He leant back in his chair and studied her. She took a small sip of water.
"I can sleep easy now then." She snapped sarcastically. "I thought kidnapping was beneath you, but obviously I was wrong." She said, the scorn in her voice evident. He bristled slightly.
"I didn't kidnap you Director; you are free to go whenever you want."
"Right, well thank you for your...hospitality, I will be leaving now." She said, standing up, only to find that her leg was cuff to the chair she was sitting on.
"I don't think so, Director." He smiled dangerously; she stared back at him.
"What do you want?" She asked suddenly, sounding bored. She knew that she was pushing her luck goading him, but something about him really rubbed her the wrong way, and she wanted to see how far she could push him.
"You to back off." He answered looking at his fingernails. "I believe we have already had this conversation Director." She feigned consideration for a second.
"We have, and I believe I told you that that wasn't going to happen." She stared at him, forcing her eyes to darken. "Have you slipped your CIA surveillance? Because I don't think you should be doing this under their noses. Maybe they will listen to me when I tell them that you need to be...put out of business, shall we say." He moved to slap her, but he hadn't anticipated her speed or the fact that her hands were untied. She stopped his hand by grabbing his wrist.
"You don't get to touch me." She hissed, dropping his wrist as if touching him offended her. "Now I suggest you let me go because I don't think my guys will be so lenient this time around."
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"Dammit, voicemail." Gibbs snapped quietly as he slammed the receiver down for the third time in as many minutes. "McGee..." McGee's head snapped up.
"Get a fix on the Director's cell, on it Boss." He typed at his keyboard.
"David..." Gibbs turned to Ziva.
"Check in with Director's security." Ziva picked up her phone. Gibbs turned to Tony.
"DiNozzo..." Tony looked panicked for a second and pointed at Ziva who smirked back at him.
"She kinda stole my idea boss." He whined. Gibbs glared at him, ready to give him the head slap to end all head slaps when McGee spoke up.
"Director's cell is still on and is at her house, Gibbs." Gibbs nodded once and turned back to Tony who was looking relieved.
"DiNozzo..." Gibbs began.
"With you...on your six boss." Tony picked up his bag and followed Gibbs, pausing only to stick his tongue out at Ziva, who bared her teeth back.
The house was almost dark when they arrived, the only lights on were the desk lamp in the study and the bathroom light upstairs. Gibbs pulled out his spare key and opened the door, ignoring the questioning look for Tony. The hallway was empty. Gibbs signaled to Tony to check upstairs.
Gibbs pushed the door to the study open with the barrel of his weapon, the room was empty. Her desk had a bottle of cognac and two glasses on it. Gibbs narrowed his eyes, who had Jen been entertaining? Tony came up behind him.
"Upstairs is clear boss, bath is full, still warm, she can't have been gone long, maybe an hour." He said. Gibbs nodded and pointed to the cognac and glasses.
"Bag those, get them to Abby, I want fingerprints." He pulled out his cell phone. "McGee...find her...I don't care how...hack into the CIA if you have to, find out where they last saw Kort...just find her."