NCIS

Hello there. So this is my new project and hopefully you will like it. I just finished a long winded Greg centered CSI story if you're interested and it got some real positive feedback so I really hope you like this one too. Only my second attempt at an NCIS fic and my last one was a one-shot so it

Doesn't count for much! This story starts with some description but jumps right into the action. I hope you enjoy it and review, review, review! This is before Ziva joins by the way.

Disclaimer: I do NOT under any circumstance own any of the NCIS characters or their afflictions, actions or episodes. I do however reserve the right to enjoy my story:

Tony was stood in the middle of the bullpen. Stretching and yawning he gazed around at the empty building. Everyone had gone. The building was to be empty for a week, he wasn't sure why but Tony imagined it was something much more interesting outside of their knowledge. All the teams excluding Gibbs' were gone and normally silence is something to be appreciated at the NCIS headquarters, so naturally he wasn't too fussed. It did bother him however, the eerie silence that dominated the building. Granted it was only about 10am, but the light streaming in was slightly creepy.

Dinozzo wasn't sure where Gibbs was but he guessed at getting coffee. Abby was in her lab and McGee, well McGee was probably hiding under a desk somewhere fixing a doohickey. Typical. Ducky had been sent off, with Palmer, to some conference along the coast. To be honest, Tony couldn't say he would miss the stories but the man that said them had always been good to him ever since he started from Baltimore PD. The difference between there and here is the very point he was standing doing nothing in the middle of the bullpen. In Baltimore there simply wasn't enough time or space to just stand there. You were always moving and since he was young, it didn't seem to bother him. Still, when Gibbs came along with his offer… Tony grinned in spite of himself. It was a very fond memory that would always stay with him. The handshake and the first slap on the back of the head felt just like yesterday. Really, it was a time ago.

Tony realized he had been gazing into space lost in his thoughts, so he quickly gathered himself and took the brown folder perched on top of his desk and slammed it shut in the filing cabinet. He had been skimming through the rare cold case but nothing had jumped at him. Slowly looking over Ziva's desk for 'personal' items an idea formed in his mind.

Sprinting over to the cabinet he pulled out the folder he had just disposed of and quickly scanned for what he was looking for. Pictures had been taken and the area was different to what they originally believed. He smirked and made his way over to the lift to make his way to Abby's lab. He punched the down button and readjusted his tie patiently. A ding and the doors opened. Tony's grin rapidly turned into a grimace.

A 9 millimetre gun was pointed directly at his head. A man who looked about 40 held the gun with a wry grin plastered on his grubby face.

"Hello Mr. Dinozzo." Tony's grimace turned to a frown as the figure spoke his name. "If you would kindly lift your arms to the back of your head and then turn around, I would be most grateful."

"And if I don't Mr. …"

"Just Blaise. If you don't Tony, I will put a bullet through your skull." He gave a toothy grin as he said the latter.

Tony complied after mumbling something about being too young to die. He felt his arms being gripped and cuffed behind his head and then shoved forward. He would have tripped but managed to right himself at the last minute. They ambled towards the bullpen and he turned to face his captor as they reached the middle. At this point Tony was confused at many things. First off, how did the man get past the security guards supposedly watching the building and secondly, surely they would want to be taken away from the building. His confusion shone through on his face and Blaise just laughed.

"All in good time, Tony"

Tony eyed the gun in the man's hand and knew he had no choice but follow what he said. Another huge man appeared from around the corner bringing along a chair that had metal armrests. He placed it in between Tony's and McGee's desks and motioned for Tony to sit down.

"Ah, thank you Sammy. Perfect. Sit down Tony."

When Tony made no motion to sit down he was shoved awkwardly into the seat and had the gun pushing against his forehead. "Do what I say when I tell you, and maybe we will get along better. Now don't move otherwise you will feel a pain in your lower regions."

Tony winced at the image and decided to keep still as his cuffs were undone. As DiNozzo moved to jerk away his arm a firm grip held it and brought it down on the armrest where it was tied securely in place. His other was done in the same fashion. Looking up at Blaise's face, all Tony could think of how pissed Gibbs was going to be.