A Matter of Trust
Gibbs awoke quickly but didn't let his captors know. He was an expert at regulating his breathing and knew from experience that he didn't stir or make any identifying noises. Instead of opening his eyes, he took stock of his surroundings. Cold metal on his wrists, arms tense, cramped, must be handcuffed. Legs open, uncomfortably so, cold metal there securing him to the bed. He was dressed only in a pair of pajama pants and a soft T-shirt and the blankets had been removed from the bed. His...