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Another chapter, because this is more interesting then study.

Title: A Night to Forget 4/?
Rating: PG-13ish (some violence later on...)
Character(s): Tim, Tony, Ziva, Gibbs, Ducky and Abby (but mainly the first three)
Genre: Supernatural, Angst, Drama.
Summary: Tim, Ziva and Tony after a unusual occurrence find themselves struggling to escape a doomed ship in a night they may not survive.
Spoilers: Chimera (very slight spoilers)
Warnings: Not as yet... Maybe violence in later chapters?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Part One here

Chapter Three

His head hurt.

That was Tony's first thought as he regained consciousness. Why do I keep getting myself into situations? It's always my head that takes the beating…man, I hope someone else got the guy who did this…wait- where's my team?

Opening his eyes, he looked around for his team mates. Seeing no sign of them, he rose unsteadily to his feet and looked round at the ship in confusion. The Harp Seal had been an ugly, horrible thing while the ship he was on now looked like a fancy hotel. Some of the decorations were a bit old fashioned but there were no doubts in his mind, he wasn't aboard the Harp Seal anymore. His gut was churning.

One more glance and he decided to call for his team. 'Ziva! Gibbs! Ducky!' When none of them replied, he continued his list of names 'Abby!' Then to himself he spoke out loud, '…wait, she wasn't even on the ship.' Tony wondered if the hit on his head had been harder than he'd suspected. 'Umm…Oh! Right! McGee!'

'Nice to know how I compare to everyone else.' Tim's voice startled him. Looking franticly around, reaching already for his gun, Tony spotted Tim standing in the shadow of the doorframe.

'Damn Probie, how long were you standing there?' he demanded.

'Long enough to hear you call for everyone but me. Abby never even comes to crime scenes yet you called for her before me? Who goes to most scenes?'

'Yeah, but I like Abby better.' Tony quipped before the two of them were interrupted.

'If you two are finished, perhaps we should investigate where we are and why we are here?' Ziva's voice cut into the argument, stopping it before it really began. Tim and Tony looked at each other, and then back at Ziva who was standing in the doorway behind McGee.

'We're done.' They chanted together.

'Good. Now do either of you know where we are?' Ziva's calm, brisk tone made the boys become serious.

'We're still at sea.' Tim said.

'How can you be sure?' Tony asked.

'I still feel horrible and I can feel the boat moving under me.' Tim indeed did still appear to look unwell.

Both Tony and Ziva took a step back.

'So we are not aboard the Harp Seal anymore.' Ziva stated.

'Obviously. I would guess that we are aboard a cruise ship.'

'Why?' Ziva asked.

'Because. Look at all the decorations and how fancy the ship is. No navy ship is this fancy.' Tony replied.

'But if we fell overboard and were picked up by a cruise ship wouldn't we be in the infirmary?' Tim questioned.

Tony glared at Tim. 'Fine. Come up with your own theories then.'

'But where else could we be?' Ziva questioned.

'Does anyone remember what happened?' Tim asked. 'Perhaps that could help us figure out where we are.'

Ziva looked thoughtful while she considered this. Tony, on the other hand looked slightly apprehensive. Being the skilled investigator that he was, Tim noticed and called him on it. 'DiNozzo? What's wrong?'

'I remember what happened. Or at least I think I do. But you'll never believe me.'

'Says the man who mocked my open mind when I mentioned it when we were aboard the Chimera.' Ziva stated.

'Fine then. Last thing I remember, there was this wave of light…' Tony began.

'I thought it looked more like a wall of light…' Tim interrupted.

'McGee! Who's telling this story? Huh? Me! Don't interrupt. Anyway, there was a wave of light coming towards us. It hit and you two got blown around and Ziva,' he said as he turned to look at her, 'you landed on your arm. You okay?'

'I am fine. The arm is bruised, but not broken, if that is your concern.' She answered.

Tony nodded. 'It is.'

'So, what happened after we got knocked around?' Tim asked.

Tony screwed up his face as he thought. 'Then…then…' He broke off, either unable or unwilling to continue.

'Then you got knocked out as well!' Ziva supplied the ending. 'And here I thought DiNozzo's did not get knocked out.'

'Pass out. DiNozzo's don't pass out!' Tony stressed the difference. "And yes, I temporarily….lost…consciousness.' Tony said. A silence reigned over the room as the team considered what Tony had said.

'What about the suspects? Where did they go?' Tim finally asked.

Ziva looked around, all her senses now on high alert. 'I do not know. I have not seen them. Perhaps they are not on this ship with us?'

'Or maybe this is their ship…' Tim added. At this new idea the whole team stiffened and began to glance around the room.

'Well! With that in mind, I really don't think staying in this cabin is a good idea. Who's up for a little exploring?' Tony said, grinning like an idiot to hide his nervousness. As Gibbs wasn't here he was in charge. And he didn't want to explain to Gibbs how he had gotten his two team mates killed, simply because he didn't take charge and get them out from a room before the bad guys returned.

Not to mention himself.

Tim and Ziva both turned and looked at the door into the room, which was wide open. 'If this is the suspects ship, why did they leave us unrestrained and in an unlocked room?' Ziva asked.

'Because they're idiots. Come on, let's go before the baddies return. And bring their guns to this party.' Tony moved towards the door, until Tim's voice stopped him.

'Wait, are we still armed?' Tony and Ziva looked back at Tim, then down at themselves.

'My SIG is missing.' Ziva said. 'But I still have my backup and knives.'

'Knife?'

'No. Knives. I carry multiple weapons McGee.' Tony gave her a thumbs up.

'That's my favourite Mossad ninja. Just like a boy scout you are. Always prepared for anything. What about you McGee?' He looked around and spotted Tim on his hands and knees, reaching under an old fashioned wooden desk table.

'What is it McGee?' Ziva asked.

'My SIG.' He said, satisfaction in his voice as he pulled his hand out with his gun held firmly in it. 'I remembered not dropping it as I hit the wall but when I woke up, I didn't have it. I must have dropped it after we got here and it slid under the table.'

'That is not possible. If we were captured they would have noticed your weapon and removed it from you.' Ziva looked at Tim with piercing eyes. 'What other weapons do you have?'

'Umm…just my knife.' Tim reached for his belt and felt along it. 'Which is still here…'

'And you, Tony?' Ziva turned to her partner.

'Well, I've still got my knife. But I don't have a gun on me. I lost my backup during that case last week. Hasn't got replaced yet.' Tony smiled sheepishly as he admitted to losing his gun.

'I don't remember you losing your weapon.'

'You know, where I pointed my backup at the suspect after he disarmed me.'

'Oh! And he punched you and your gun fell into the river.' Ziva added.

'Yup. Luckily Gibbs was there or I would have been toast.' He paused for a moment before continuing. "So basically, we're saying, the only weapons we lost are the ones we dropped when we were knocked out.' At the rest of the team's nods, Tony continued, 'Right. I don't like this. We're getting out of here. Now.'

They all headed for the door.

'Wow, this looks like a movie set of an old ship or something.' Tony commented as they walked along a deserted deck. Every time they saw someone coming, they ducked out of sight, but marvelled at the old fashioned clothes of the people who passed.

'So, we got picked up by a travelling movie set?' Tim deadpanned.

'Why not Probie? They may be filming a naval movie and decided to go for accuracy over cost effectiveness.'

'Even so, where are the cameras? The actors? Any member of the crew? It's only just gone five, why aren't they working?' Tim argued

They had stepped into a deserted corridor, and were talking while keeping a watch for any other people.

'Well, Probie, we have been trying to avoid being seen. Perhaps we just missed them all.'

Frustrated with Tony's refusal to change his mind about the 'movie ship', Tim felt like slamming his head against a brick wall. That might be more effective then arguing with Tony, he thought. Sighing, he returned to the deck, leaving Tony and Ziva behind.

'Where's he going?' Tony asked, watching him go.

'I do not know but we should follow him. Just in case the suspects are here too. We should not separate.' They followed Tim's path out onto the deck and were surprised to see him coming back towards them.

'What is it Probie?' Tony asked, sharing a confused look with Ziva.

'You'll have to see it. You won't believe me otherwise. Come on!' he led them down the deck and pointed at a lifeboat.

'What Probie? It's an old fashioned lifeboat. Further proof that I am right about this being a movie ship.'

'Tony, look at the name on the lifeboat.' Ziva said.

He did. The lifeboat read "RMS TITANIC" 'So what…' he began but then the name of the ship sunk in. he reread it.

'Titanic? Isn't that the one that sank…?' Ziva looked thoughtful as she said that.

'Yes.' Said Tim. 'It sank April, 15th 1912. Guys, I think I know what's going on.'

'So do I, McGeek. They're remaking the movie The Titanic!'

'No Tony, something else. Think about it. The wall of light, the fancy cruise ship, the fact we kept our weapons, and now this.'

'What is this?' Ziva asked.

'The name of a doomed ship on a lifeboat. A ship that sunk nearly a hundred years ago. The only explanation I can come up with is…is…

'Is what, McGee?' Tony interrupted Tim's stuttering.

'I don't believe I'm saying this. I…I…I think we got transported back in time.'

A flash of movement at he other end of the deck caught Ziva's eye and she quickly looked at it, catching a glimpse of modern clothing. Her hands moved closer to her weapons. 'Not just us.' She said. 'It looks like our suspects came back with us.'

'Great. Nearly a hundred years in the past and we still have to catch the bad guys' Tim stated as they moved out of sight.

He knew what he others didn't. They were running out of time to solve this mystery. The ship was going to sink in little over nine hours.