(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 ( Read more... )

“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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )