Summary: Tony gets captured by demons and is rescued by the Winchesters, who he recognizes as a pair of assumed dead fugitives. However, with demons still hunting him, Sam and Dean have no choice but to take him back to the bunker (although against Tony's will) in order to protect him.

Disclaimer: I clearly do not own NCIS or Supernatural. For all future chapters, I still do not own NCIS or Supernatural.

Author's Note: I am not much of a writer, but I am a Supernatural and NCIS fan, as well as an avid reader. Be patient with my writing and me, as not only do I dislike writing, this is my first story that I am attempting to write. I promise I will finish this story one way or another, as I myself hate loose ends. If I ever loose the motivation to complete this story, I will make sure to wrap it up somehow. I decided to write this story because I have only read Supernatural/NCIS crossovers where the Winchesters get arrested, and not the other way around. Hopefully you like it, and please let me know where you would like this story to go! The length of this story will depend on the readers!

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Very Special Agent Tony DiNozzo sighed as he entered his apartment. Today at work, he had gotten the delight of literally chasing down a group of ex-marines, all dishonorably discharged, who had been responsible for the deaths of their old squad mates. He took of his Italian leather shoes and looked at them with a frown on his face. Three hundred dollar shoes were not made for sprinting down several city blocks. He was so tired that he went into his room an fell asleep, still in his suit and badge.

Tony awoke with a start as he heard the door to his apartment get smashed open. He quickly reached for the light and turned around only to find his neighbor, a frail, seventy year old woman had entered his bedroom.

Barbara Tanner was a very petite woman. She reached only 5'2, and never did anything that could possibly seem the slightest bit aggressive. She was a widow, who often treated Tony as a second son, baking pies for him and the like. When Tony saw her, his immediate thought was that someone had broken in and she was coming in to check on him. Or maybe even she was being forced into his room, with the real culprit right on her heels.

Tony got out of bed and ran over to her, hurriedly asking, "Mrs. Tanner are you alright? What is going–". The rest of his question was cut off when he was effortlessly picked up, and thrown against the wall. He hit the wall with a large crash that left cracks in the paint. Tony wasn't sure if his head was spinning from the impact of him hitting the wall, or the notion that it was a seventy-year-old grandma a foot shorter than him that had thrown him there. Tony felt blood trickling down the side of his head, but he managed to hold on to consciousness. He looked up and attempted stand when Mrs. Tanner came over. Tony managed to say "What the hell?" before the tiny woman, with a sugary smile that suddenly seemed malicious, kicked him in the head and knocked him out. She bent to pick Tony out, and as she exited the apartment, she blinked, and her eyes turned completely black.

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The first thing Tony noticed when he awoke was the pain. His head throbbed and he could feel the stickiness of dried blood in his hair. He also noticed the stabbing sensation of his badge sticking into his side, having been displaced from its comfortable spot on his belt. He opened his eyes, noticing how everything seemed out of focus, and the single light hanging above him was uncomfortable bright.

"Damn it" he thought, "I really fucked up my head. Probably got a concussion."

He tried to recall what had happened the night before and was again surprised when he remembered that it was his sweet neighbor that had inflicted this damage. He recognized that he was tied to a chair and appeared to be in an abandoned building of some sort. The walls around him were old and covered with dirt, and the floor was covered with pieces of rotten wood and plaster. Tony looked up, attempting to see what the ceiling looked like, but he could only see darkness past the light bulb. He was barefoot, and it was cold; the crumpled mess of his suit did little to cut the chill. His hands were tied behind his back and his ankles were cuffed to the chair legs. He felt a little burst of hope when he noticed some scrap metal and broken glass a couple feet away. Some pieces in there could potentially be sharp enough to cut his bonds. However, when he tried to scoot himself closer, the chair let out a loud noise as it dragged against the concrete floor.

He froze, and as the last echoes from the chair faded, he realized that it was really quiet. Not the kind of mid-city quiet, where cars still often drove past and people could be heard walking about, but the suburbs-type quiet, with only the occasional dog barking in the distance

Tony realized that he must have been taken out of the immediate city while he was unconscious.

The sound of footsteps interrupted his thinking. As this point, his head was well enough for him to focus through the veil of pain and recognize the sound of three people walking. They entered his line of sight soon after, and he was able to distinguish Mrs. Tanner and a young, lanky boy in a McDonalds uniform with a nametag reading, "Hi, my name is Pete!" Leading them was a gorgeous (like super-model only seen on tv type gorgeous) woman in her late twenties.

"What is going on? Who are you?" Tony demanded to know.

The leading woman smiled and said with a giggle, "Oh you can just call me Amy, and you already know sweet little Mrs. Tanner over there."

She gestured to the old woman, and Tanner gave Tony a creepy smile.

"As for, ah, Pete, I guess it is, well don't you worry about him." Tony noticed how Amy hesitated slightly when saying his name, as if she didn't think it was his real name.

"And don't worry sweetheart," she said to Tony in a silky voice, "we know all about you Tony DiNozzo and your little NCIS team."

Tony started struggling against his bonds.

"Don't you dare hurt them you bitch!"

Instead of seeming upset by his outburst, she only grew more amused, and let a giant grin spread across her face.

"Oh you shouldn't be worrying about them, hon, you should be worried about yourself. Someone paid real well to make sure you got the extra special treatment."

Amy reached down and drew a gleaming knife out of her boot. It was a wicked looking knife, well cared for and extra sharp.

Tony flinched as she put the tip of the blade against his cheek. He felt a single bead of blood leave a warm trail as is ran down to his chin. Instead of digging the knife deep into his face, Amy just teased the blade down his face, opening a long but shallow cut. She leaned forward and blinked, and her eyes became black.

"Wha–?" Tony reared back in shock and confusion. What the hell was going on?

"Oh mister agent man," Amy said with obvious glee at his reaction, "this is going to be so much fun!"

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So yeah kinda short chapter and oh hey cliffhanger! Why is Tony being tortured? When will Sam and Dean save him? How will Gibbs and the team react when they realize Tony has gone missing?

Let me know what you guys think! Any constructive criticism is welcome, so please comment or message me :) Anyways if you guys are like eh, ill make the story around three or four chapters, probably around 2000 words each. If you guys like it, I'll probably write more.

As for update speeds, I can't promise anything but with Thanksgiving break coming up I'm bound to have more time to write.

~airaha