Tony and Ziva were already on their way. They got the address from McGee. Gibbs was coming too with some NCIS agents.
Willow stood in her spot where she was ordered to stand. Jake was next to her. Curly took the other captive and brought him forward. He pointed a gun at his head. "Give me a good reason not to shoot you."
The man stammered. Her tried to buy himself time. But it wasn't good enough. Curly pulled the trigger. The man fell to the floor. Willow turned to Jake. He held her, protectively.
Curly took Jake next and pulled him from her. Willow screamed as the the man in black and Freckles held her back.
The man again, pointed the gun at his head. "Give me a reason."
Jake did not want to say it, but he had to. "Because I'm worth money."
Curly flinched a little. "How much are we talking?"
"Lots..." He glanced over at Willow. "My father owns a big company. He has a mansion on the side of a lake. Twelve cars and a yacht. Tell me that sounds like a man who would pay lots of money to keep his only son alive.."
Willow's jaw dropped. He is father was long gone. He lived with his mother only. He never mentioned his father. But this may have been a lie.
Curly looked at Willow. "This true?"
Willow stammered, "I- I've never been over.. Or seen his father. So I can't tell you..."
Curly looked back at Jake. "Why should I believe you?"
Jake glanced at the window. "Be- because it's the truth."
The man looked over at what he was looking at. Tony and Ziva had just pulled up. Curly growled. He grabbed Jake and pulled him to the wall and slammed him against it. Jake hit his head and went unconscious immediately.
Willow screamed and tried to break free from the death grip that black man and Freckles had on her arms. They were leaving bruises.
Curly walked over and put a gag over her mouth. He threw her aside and pulled out his gun.
NCIS came bursting through the door. Curly pointed his gun to Ziva.
"Drop your weapon!" Ziva called out.
"Never." He fired and Tony shot him. He missed Ziva by barely an inch. Willow had her eyes closed tight. She peeked her eyes open and saw him on the ground.
Freckles and the man in black out their hands up. Tony and Ziva went to Willow. The took the gag off of her.
"Jake is hurt.." She inched over to him. Her arms and ankles being tied didn't help. Tony leaned over and barely touched her arm. She jumped. "Ow!"
"Sorry. I just wanted to cut off the rope."
"Oh.. Right..." Willow sat still as he cut off the rope. Then she hurriedly got up and ran to Jake. He was bleeding behind his head. She used the end of the huge dress as a bandage.
An ambulance arrived. Willow kept reassuring them that she was perfectly fine. She was only concerned for Jake.
The paramedics took him and Tony and Ziva drove Willow. She was injured physically, but not horribly. They would still have a doctor check her out.
~later~
The doctors decided to keep her overnight, along with Jake. They wanted to make sure everything was alright.
Willow sat cross-legged on the bed. Waiting for her parents to show up. Thy were talking with the doctor.
They came in and sat down. "Willow... What happened?"
She didn't even bother looking up. "Things..."
Tony gave her a look. "Willow. We want to help... What happened?"
"What do you think??? He tortured us. He made us hurt each other. He did whatever would hurt us the most.. Hurt ME the most.."
Ziva mumbled, "it's my fault. I killed his family."
"There was probably a good reason for that..."
Ziva didn't say anything else.
"I'm glad he's dead," Willow murmured.
