Willow was confused. A strange pain ached in her gut. She didn't know where she was. She couldn't see anything. Everything was white. Her ears rang and her head hurt. Slowly, things began to fade into the white.
What the heck happened??? She wondered.
~~~
Three hours before.
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"I'm almost home," Willow told her father over the phone.
"Remember to make sure your brother does his chores before he plays his video games."
"I know, I know..." Willow rolled her eyes. "Sometimes you drive me in-" she screamed, cutting off her word.
Tony pressed the phone closer to his face. "Willow? Willow are you there?"
There was a lot of thuds and some muffled screams and voices. Then a creepy, cynical voice came over the phone. "Mr. DiNozzo, correct?"
"Who are you? Where is my daughter?"
"She will be fine, as long as you follow my exact orders."
''''
"Ziva!" Tony said as he ran up to his desk. "Someone kidnapped Willow. He wants information in three hours or he will strap a bomb to her and kill her."
Ziva sat up straight. "What?!"
"I know..."
Everyone in the room fell silent, then, suddenly, they got to work. They interrogated Tony for what happened.
"Listen, I'll tell y'all everything... Willow was on her way home. I told her to make sure Andy did his chores and she started talking. Suddenly, she screamed and I heard a lot of thuds and things. Then someone's voice came over demanding information. He said he wants all the information we have about the Navy ship Alywin... I don't know why."
Ziva started to panic inside. "We have to give it to him!"
"This could be a trap, though. He wouldn't kill her. She can convince him not to."
"Tony! This is our daughter! We can't take that chance! Not after what she's been through."
Tony sighed. "You're right..."
Gibbs looked between them. "Tony... It's your choice."
Tony considered everything. Ziva looked at him with pleading eyes. He saw tears at the edge of them. Then he looked at Gibbs. Gibbs was fine with either scenario. Tony sighed.
"Let's get that information. Round it up however possible. We can't take the chance of him killing Willow." Tony's manly voice cracked when he said Willow. He couldn't help it. All the emotions going on in his head.
Everyone scurried to find the information. It would take them a while, but they would get it. In fact, they did. With thirty minutes left to spare. Tony called Willow's cell phone when they had it in a file.
"You got it?" the man answered.
"We have it..."
The man gave Tony the account to transfer it to. "You've got that?"
"Yes... You'll release Willow if I do this?"
"Do it."
Tony took a deep breath and clicked 'ENTER.' "Alright, I sent it... now release my daughter."
Everyone stood around Tony's desk, listening to the call. They heard the man snicker.
"I don't think so," he said. "You'll never see your daughter again if I have anything to say about it."
He hung up. Tony clenched his teeth together. He yelled and pushed half of the stuff on his desk onto the floor. He stormed away.
Ziva jumped back to not get hit by the flying stuff. She froze, the words sinking in. Then she slowly began to pick up the things, not even trying to hide the tears falling on them. They made the wrong choice, and Willow was going to pay for their mistake...
When Tony returned, they had already started on trying to find Willow. It probably wouldn't happen in thirty minutes, but at least they had a chance of finding the body or what was left of it...
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Willow woke up. Her head hurt. The man had hit it... hard. She tried to remember exactly what happened.
There's a bomb! Get away from here!
It was like a message replaying in her head over and over again. That must've been what she had thought of right before she passed out. She sat up from wherever she was. But she couldn't. She could feel the air getting thinner. She looked around in the very dim light. The heat was excruciating.
I'm in the trunk of a car...
Her arms were bound in front of her by the wrists. Her legs were bound at the ankles and knees. She remembered enough to tell that she was in a supposedly empty car lot, about six cars away from a bomb that was to explode in three hours from when it was planted. But how long had she been out? Minutes? Seconds? Hours?? How much time did she have left??
Willow thought about her situation.
There's got to be a way out of this...
Every scenario she thought of had to do with being rescued or starting out without being bound and with a knife... But the only scenario that made sense was that she would die... slowly and painfully. The bomb wouldn't kill her instantly being so far away from her, but it would put her at the point of death and she would bleed out... painful... very painful...
As her situation fell upon her, Willow began to cry. As the first tear slipped out of her eye, she heard an electric whirring sound, then nothing. Suddenly, everything went white. She felt herself being pushed away with so much force. Various items broke and pierced into her skin. She felt everything.
Her eyes closed. Death seemed most welcome to her...
