Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or any of the characters mentioned or resembling ones from Alice In Wonderland. This is NOT a crossover fic.
Author's Note: I have no freakin' idea where the heck this story came from. Just popped into my head. So I went with it. It's kinda dark and kinda crackish, with hints of mild slash. Don't like, don't read, don't flame!

Warning: Mild Slash, Dark Humor, Kinda Crackish, Suspense, Angst, Dark, Mild Gore, Drug Use. Don't like, don't read, don't flame. Rated M for mature content.

Thanks as always to my wonderful friend and beta, Gotgoats. You guys should thank her too-she talked me into posting this! I started writing it in hopes of clearing up some writers block, and lo and behold this is what came from it-and she told me you guys should get to read it. Thank you sweetie, for all your help! Love you bunches! pbbbbbbbt

Filled With Wonder
By Headbanger_Rockstar

Chapter One

It had been a long case. They'd managed to find the missing Lieutenant and return him home to his family safe and sound, in mostly one piece. The poor guy's elbow had been broken by his captor, but for being kidnapped from his car and being held for ransom for three days, he'd come out of the experience relatively unscathed.

"I want your reports in my box by tomorrow morning," Gibbs said as they returned to the bullpen. Tony glanced at the clock. It was close to 1900. Really, he wanted nothing more than to go home and get some sleep. Sitting down at his computer, he began to type. He shot a wistful look at Gibbs, who nodded. He didn't want to be here either.

It was a couple of hours later when the elevator dinged. "Tony!" Abby squealed. "TonyTonyTony! You're still here!"

"What's up Abs?" Tony clicked print on his now finished report. Then he opened his email to send a copy to Gibbs.

"There's a new club in town," Abby said. She leaned against Tony's desk and watched as he stapled the pages carefully together. "It's called—"

"Wonderland," Tony said. "I heard about it." God he was tired…he really didn't wanna go to the club tonight.

"YAY!" Abby squealed. She clapped her hands excitedly and jumped up and down. "Hurry up and finish mister! I wanna go check this place out!"

"Abs…I'm really not…not in the mood," Tony said softly. He was tired—they'd been working two and a half days straight. He just wanted to go home and get in bed with Jethro and not resurface for a day. Or a year. Gibbs was up with the director.

"Tony just come for one drink! You don't have to stay long! I'll pay your cover and everything. Pleeeeeease I don't wanna go by myself," Abby said softly.

Tony sighed. "Ok," he relented. "One drink and then I'm heading out."

"Deal," Abby said with a firm nod.

Tony pulled out his phone and opened a new text to Gibbs. Going for ONE drink with Abs at new club called Wonderland. Going under duress. Home later. xo

Up in the director's office, Gibbs' phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and rolled his eyes when he saw it was a text. Putting on his reading glasses, he opened the message and chuckled at what it said. He fired a quick reply back and then tucked his phone away.

Tony was putting his key into his car's door to unlock it when his phone buzzed. Pulling it out he rolled his eyes and chuckled at Gibbs' reply.

Wonderland—Be careful what you eat and drink there. And yes I made a pop culture reference. See you at home. xo.

xxx

The club was fabulous. Every piece of decoration, every light fixture, every image on the wall, ceiling and floor had been carefully selected to create the perfect depiction of Wonderland. There was slightly psychedelic music playing and the light show was dazzling—bright spirals and swirls of light everywhere. If it was this stunning when he was sober, Tony could only imagine how magnificent the place must be when he'd had a couple.

Abby immediately set out for the dance floor and Tony headed to the bar. This was not uncommon for them. Tony didn't really like to dance much and Abby didn't usually drink much. Tony often wondered why she wanted him to be her clubbing buddy, but didn't ask. He was happy to go and keep an eye on her and scare off any crazy boys who might happen her way. Tony bit back a groan when he saw the bartender. It was quite obvious by his ruffled tuxedo and huge top hat that he was supposed to be the Mad Hatter.

The man looked like he was a couple of years younger than Tony. His features were bright and open, a light smile gracing them, and he had a musical laugh. Tony decided that he would enjoy teasing this poor bastard for a little bit. "How ya doin," Tony said with a nod as he sat down.

"Good evening," the man chirped. He smiled wider and Tony smiled back, tiredly. "What can I do ya for? What brings you to Wonderland this evening?" He put a drink into a shaker—using a myriad of strange looking bottles and containers—and screwed on the lid and began shaking the drink to mix it.

"Nothin' special," Tony said with a shrug. "Friend of mine wanted to check the place out…thought we'd stop by."

The man smiled. He opened the shaker and poured Tony a glass. Then he slid the light brown juicy looking drink over to Tony. Tony picked it up and sniffed it. "Is this a—"

"This! Is Wonder," the bartender exclaimed. "It's tea time!" He took off his hat and bowed low. "You may call me Hatter."

"Why am I not surprised," Tony said with a chuckle and shake of his head. He took a sip of the drink. "Wow. This is really, really good," Tony looked at the glass, surprised. It looked just like a Long Island Iced Tea. It was light and fruity, but the taste of the smooth alcohol was not missed. There was another flavor too…sweet but slightly tangy, but Tony couldn't place it. He tilted the drink and finished it off.

Hatter smiled. "Like that do you?" He began mixing another drink in the shaker.

"Oh yeah," Tony said, nodding appreciatively. "Those are outstanding!"

Hatter poured the contents of the shaker into another glass and slid it over to Tony. "Have some more," he encouraged.

Tony picked up the glass and looked at it. "Was only going to have one drink," he said softly.

"But I gave you such a small drink!" Hatter exclaimed. "And besides—sanitation laws require us to pour out any drinks that are unfinished. You're enjoying Wonder so much…you wouldn't want me to have to waste a whole glass of it, now would you?" He smiled charmingly.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh alright," he said with a smile. "Twist my arm, why don't ya?" He knocked back the second drink. This one seemed to have a bit more of a kick to it. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "That's uh…that's got some kick to it," he said. Already his body was beginning to feel the welcome heaviness that came with an alcohol buzz. "How…how you make it?"

Hatter smiled. "Marchie!" he turned to the other bartender—who, unsurprisingly, was wearing long rabbit ears in addition to his ruffled suit and top hat. "Man the tea party," Hatter ordered. "I'll be back." The man dressed like the March Hare smiled and nodded. Hatter turned back to Tony. "Come on," he said. "Let's go to the back. Have I got something to show you!" He walked around the bar and linked arms with Tony, all but dragging him away. Tony smiled, excited to see what the man was going to show him.

They reached the back of the club and Hatter slid in behind Tony in the dark hallway. Suddenly Tony stopped and put a hand to his head. Hatter clapped him gently on the shoulder. "You ok man?"

"I don't…wasss something…dzrink…?" Tony's eyelids were quite heavy and he felt so tired suddenly. So dizzy.

"C'mon dude," Hatter said, herding Tony along and glancing back over his shoulder. "We're almost there. You want some water?" He held out a bottle of water. Tony nodded sluggishly and Hatter unscrewed the lid and then helped him hold it. Tony drank the water slowly, grateful for the cool liquid that was soothing his suddenly dry throat.

The Hatter lowered the bottle and slung one of Tony's arms around his neck. "Let's get you some fresh air," Hatter said gently. He led Tony right out the back door of the club and into a dark alley. There was a black van parked there. Hatter opened the back doors and helped Tony sit down on the bumper. "There we go," he said. He hopped up into the back of the van. "Here have some more water." He leaned Tony back into the crook of his elbow and poured the water slowly into his mouth.

Tony couldn't figure out why he was outside, or what was going on. He felt horrible—sleepy and dizzy, tired and oh so heavy. And thirsty. Oh God he was thirsty. Hatter leaned him back and when the man started pouring water into his mouth, Tony couldn't help but drink it down, desperate for relief. He wondered where Gibbs was and if he'd be angry with Tony for getting drunk tonight. At that moment the boneless relaxation he was feeling increased tenfold and blackness washed over him as he passed out.

Hatter smiled. He carefully hooked his hands under Tony's arms and dragged him up into the van. Grabbing a nearby rag and roll of duct tape, Hatter made quick work of gagging Tony. He secured Tony's arms behind him with duct tape—and made sure to wrap Tony's hands as well, creating a huge tape mitten that would prevent Tony from using his hands for the foreseeable future. He gently patted the gorgeous man down and pulled out Tony's cell phone. He turned it off and slipped it into a box in the van.

Continuing his pat down, Hatter smiled when he found Tony's wallet. The bartender paled slightly when he realized he'd just drugged and was kidnapping a Fed…he let out a shaky breath. No matter. He would disappear when Hatter was finished with him—just like all the others. He wrapped the tape around Tony's thighs, around his calves, and his ankles. A quick strip over his eyes and Hatter breathed a sigh of relief. Tony likely wouldn't remember anything about the evening anyway, but it never hurt to be prepared. And keeping your captives quiet and clueless was always a good plan.

He'd given Tony enough of the drug to last until morning. With any luck they'd be out of there and long gone before anyone realized his guest was missing. Satisfied with his work, the Hatter smiled. He patted Tony once on the head and once on the ass and hopped out of the van. He pulled the curtains on the back windows before locking and shutting the doors. He glanced at his watch and smiled. Nearly midnight. No one would ever suspect.

Whistling a soft tune to himself, Hatter turned and walked back into the club.

xxx

Gibbs yawned and stretched. He'd fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Tony to come home the night before. He blinked and looked at the clock…six in the morning. Had Tony not come home? Furrowing his brow slightly, Gibbs walked upstairs to the bedroom he shared with Tony and frowned when he saw the bed—made—as they'd left it the day the case of the missing lieutenant had hit.

He showered and dressed, the entire time wondering where Tony was. Perhaps he and Abby had just had a late night and he'd decided to crash at her place. They'd done that before on occasion. But it wasn't like Tony to not let him know where he was. A bit irritated, Gibbs picked up his keys and headed for the car.

Tony'd better have a damn good explanation for this.

xxx

By 9am Gibbs was almost more concerned than he was angry. He picked up his phone and punched the button for Abby's lab.

"Abby's Labby," the young Goth chirped on the end of the line.

"Abs where the hell is DiNozzo," Gibbs snapped.

"What? He's not here?"

"No…and he didn't come home last night either. I thought he was with you!" Concern surged past anger, and Gibbs felt his gut clench.

"Gibbs…Tony left the bar before I did last night," Abby said softly. "I asked the bartender if he'd seen Tony…he told me that Tony wasn't feeling good so the he'd called a cab for Tony. He even walked him outside to make sure he got in the cab with no problems. Where could he be Gibbs?"

"I dunno Abs," Gibbs said softly. "But I'll find him. Don't worry."

Gibbs hung up the phone and turned to the team. "McGee run a trace on DiNozzo's cell phone. I wanna know where he is."

McGee's fingers flew over the keyboard. "He…is…" McGee frowned. "He's off the grid," he said softly. "His phone must be turned off. I can't get a reading on his number."

Gibbs sighed. "Ziva you're with me. McGee keep an eye on that trace. If he shows up call me. I'm going to have DiNozzo's ass for this."

Ziva and Gibbs headed for Tony's apartment. Gibbs didn't think Tony would be there, since he lived almost exclusively at Gibbs' house now, but he figured it was worth a shot. If Tony were drunk or sick, perhaps he would have given this address to the cab driver without realizing it. Those hopes were dashed though, as soon as Gibbs unlocked the door to the apartment. The lights were off and the apartment was untouched. It had been a couple of weeks since anyone had been there, and the air smelled slightly stale.

Gibbs and Ziva searched the apartment carefully though, just to be sure, and then locked the door and went back to the car. Gibbs stared out the windshield, wracking his brain and trying to figure out where Tony could have disappeared to.

"Gibbs," Ziva said softly.

"What," he grumbled.

"What if we visit the club…we could speak with the bartender."

Gibbs blinked and nodded. Why hadn't he thought of that? He needed to get his head in the game. He needed to focus in order to find Tony. "Good idea," he said. He turned the car on and pulled out of the lot.

xxx

Awareness crept in like fog on a lake, rising slowly, wispy and ethereal at first, before crashing into clarity. Tony tried to lift his head but it was heavy. Tried to lift his eyelids open and they felt even heavier. He finally managed to roll his head back on his neck. He let the angle of his head help pull his eyes open and he stared blearily at the ceiling. Dark wood paneling surrounded a piercing bright light and he shut his eyes against the brightness.

When he groaned, he realized he was gagged, and he puffed out a slow but frustrated breath of air through his nose. His head lolled to one side and he tried to blink his eyes open again. He was seated in a chair—tied to it from the feel of it—and scooted up to a long wooden table. The table was filled with teapots, cups and saucers, bowls of sugar and cream…Tony blinked again. He was at a…tea party?

Tony groaned again. His head was pounding. What the hell had happened? How had he gotten here? Where was here? He blinked and slowly forced his head up so he could look around more. It looked like they were in a house…but where? How long had he been out of it? A glance at the large grandfather clock on one wall and the cuckoo clock on the other wall said that it was 6:00. Was it six in the morning or six in the evening? What day was it? He had so many questions…

A door opened behind him, and Tony bristled.

"Ohhh good you're awake!"

Tony recognized that voice. Suddenly he felt like he might not want to know the answers to his questions.

xxx

They had to wait until that evening to go to the club. Gibbs paced the bullpen like a caged animal, wracking his brain, trying to figure out how to find Tony. They hadn't heard from his captor, no one had made any demands, nothing.

It was nearing dinner time when his phone rang. "Yeah, Gibbs," he answered. He listened for a moment, Ziva and Tim watching from their desks, and then hung up the phone a moment later.

"Got a lead. He's downstairs. Back in a minute," Gibbs said. "Meet me in Interrogation-1."

Gibbs blinked in surprise when he saw the person the guards had called him about. It was a young kid—maybe out of college—and he was dressed from head to toe in black leather. He wore on his head a black suede and purple velvet top hat.

"Are you Agent Gibbs?" the kid asked eagerly.

Gibbs nodded once. "That's me," he said. "I was told you wanted to see me. Come with me." With that, Gibbs turned and headed back for the elevator. He wondered what the hell was going on and who this guy was. He didn't look like he was wrapped too tightly…but they hadn't made any broadcasts about Tony being missing, so someone showing up having information about the missing agent might actually know something. Gibbs sighed as he led the kid into the Interrogation room.

It was worth a shot.

xxx

Half an hour later, Gibbs stormed into the bullpen, DVD in hand. He was absolutely livid. The kid had simply been a messenger. He didn't know who was missing, where they were keeping him or what was happening. He'd been approached at the university, asked to dress in this weird outfit, and deliver the DVD to NCIS.

He stopped at his desk only long enough to check for any messages. Not seeing any, Gibbs turned and all but ran to the elevator. He had to get to Abby's lab so they could watch this damn DVD that Tony's abductor had apparently sent them.

"ABS!" he yelled as he walked into the lab.

She poked her head out from around Major Mass Spec. "GIBBS! Did you find Tony yet?"

"Got a lead," he said, holding up the DVD. "We need to watch this."

Abby quickly had everything set up to watch the DVD. They neither one had any idea what information would be revealed—the kid who delivered the DVD hadn't seen it, didn't know the guy who delivered it, and was currently cooling his heels in the Interrogation room, waiting to find out if he'd be returning home tonight or not.

Gibbs' eyes were fixed firmly on the screen. Abby hit play and came to stand beside him. A moment later the image of a room filled the screen. The movie was filmed with black and white and had a horror-esque feel to it. Gibbs' gut clenched even more. What the hell was going on?

In the room was a long wooden table. There were many places set at the table, chairs all around. Teacups and saucers littered the table, sugar bowls, cream pitchers, cookie plates. It looked exactly like a child's tea party would—on a much larger scale. Cobwebs adorned the corners of the chairs, the teapots and their handles, the corners of the room. Mannequins were seated and frozen in the chairs, positioned in awkward stances, with strange expressions on their faces.

As the camera panned around the room, it was easy to see antique paintings on the walls, antique sculptures, and antique furniture. The site was reminiscent of a scene out of Great Expectations when Pip visited Miss Havisham.

The blood spatters on the walls caused Gibbs' gut to clench even tighter.

Continuing around the table, the camera finally drew pause on the feature of the film. A young man was seated in one of the chairs. It was quite obvious that he was at least partially restrained, though one of his hands was free. A top hat with a faded bow and a wrinkled flower sat lopsidedly on his head, and he stared straight ahead. His mouth hung open, slack jawed, and he did not struggle. He did not move.

"Oh my God," Gibbs whispered, easily recognizing Tony. He swore vengeance for his lover.

The camera panned away and focused on the cuckoo clock. "Six o'clock," a voice said. "Must check the time! Six o'clock is tea time!" he sing-songed.

At the unseen voice's words, Tony blinked. "Are you ready for the tea party Tooooony?"

Tony nodded slowly, his head moving sluggishly, but he didn't move otherwise. A man walked toward Tony, wearing a black suit and a top hat with a tag sticking out of the brim. The tag read 10/6. "Time for tea Tony," the man said. He picked up a tea pot with long, striding movements, and dramatically poured a cup of tea and set it in front of Tony.

The man was careful to keep his back to the camera. "Drink up Tony," the man said, backing away from Tony.

This time Tony shook his head. No. He didn't want to drink it. "Drink. Up. Tony." The man said again, his voice more of a growl this time.

When Tony didn't move after the man directed him the second time, his captor huffed and moved back to the table. He picked up the cup and moved in close to Tony's ear. "You. will. drink. You will be filled with Wonder," the man snarled.

As the man lifted the cup to Tony's lips, the young man's face seemed to shut down a bit. "Gibbs," he breathed, just as the man forced the cup to his mouth.

"Drink it," the man said threateningly. "Gibbs will be here soon enough. For now you drink." He forced Tony to drink from the cup.

Gibbs watched in horror over the next several minutes as Tony's entire demeanor changed.

Tony's features remained relaxed, but his eyes lit up with energy. He squirmed in his bonds, trying to break free and he eagerly drank from the cup when his captor lifted it to his lips again.

"Thereee," The man cooed to him. "That's better! Now you're all nice and relaxed. Aren't you enjoying the tea party Tony? Don't you love to be filled with Wonder?"

"Loveeee it," Tony gushed. "Wan' more…sooo pretty." He looked around through bleary eyes.

"Yes, everything does look pretty when you're filled with Wonder, doesn't it?"

"Mmmh," Tony agreed, his eyes falling shut.

"Do you remember the message you wanted to send to Agent Gibbs?" the man breathed softly.

"Mmmh yesssss," Tony said softly.

"I'm going to send him your message," the man said. "Tell Agent Gibbs what you wanted to say. Look right into the camera and give him the message. He can hear you…he can see you."

Tony blinked heavily, the drugs obviously weighing him down.

"Gibbssss," he breathed. "Pleaseeeee comeee…tea party. Help…me…" He looked up and smiled saucily at the camera, his eyes unfocused.

Gibbs felt Tony's lusty, seductive smile cause a slightly sick feeling to rise in his gut. He loved Tony, always would want him…but not like this. He couldn't imagine doing anything to Tony with him drugged up like this. His fists clenched in anger and he bit back a swear.

The man faded from view and the camera focused on Tony once again. As the "tea" coursed through his system he became increasingly stimulated, squirming more in his chair, groaning and whimpering. He opened and closed his eyes sporadically and his eyes rolled up and around in his head. Eventually he settled, his eyes fell shut, and he let out a sigh as his head lolled forward, blissfully unaware.

"Tell me Agent Gibbs," the man's voice sneered in a sinister whisper. He was out of view. As he spoke, the camera moved throughout the room, panning around again. "Whyyy is a raven like a writing desk? You have twenty four hours." The camera panned more before darkening, marking the end of the video.

TBC…