A/N: well here it is, my new story and a lot sooner than I had anticipated.

I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

DISCLAIMER: All I wanted for Christmas was NCIS, NCIS, NCIS

All I wanted for Christmas was NCIS but he's not real so my wish didn't come true (lol)

Abducted

Chapter 1: Discovery

Leroy Jethro Gibbs spoke into the wireless microphone that was placed discreetly on the cuff of his NCIS issued jacket. He and his team of agents had narrowed down on this location as a potential hideout for a murderer. After a week of deliberation trying to track the man down, always keeping three steps ahead of the FBI, Gibbs and his team had managed to locate the target through hard work and tenacity.

"On my mark…"

Replies came back in through the sound equipment imbedded in his ear, informing the Lead Agent that his team was as ready as they would ever be.

"In position, Boss."

"Ready, Gibbs."

The nerves were inevitable in this type of situation. Even though he had been doing this for so long now that he had forgotten the mistakes that could be made, it didn't make this time any different, or any less dangerous as any other time. Adrenaline fueled the need to get this over and done with but the experience he held under his belt calmed him enough that patience would result. Taking a breath or two, he counted in his head as the chemical reaction in his brain slowed to a stream as opposed to the gushing river that could take over.

Swallowing again to calm his heart to try and stem the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, Gibbs gripped the handle of the front door of the abandoned farmhouse.

"Alright. GO!"

The order was given. The three entrances of the dilapidated building were simultaneously entered, the front door, a side sliding glass door that had shards of glass falling from it and thirdly the back door, a flimsy piece of basic plywood. The Federal Agents wielded their guns for protection and harnessed a sense of urgency required in situations such as these.

Gibbs had the front door. He kicked the maple door in, flinching slightly as pain pierced up his leg from the effort. Hobbling into the centre of the abandoned house in the middle of South Gate, Gibbs kept his eyes open. His body was pressed hard against the wall as he followed behind the standard issue Sig that cleared his path. He crept quietly and efficiently down the narrow hall, displaying the years of experience as he covered the few metres to the first threshold. Gibbs held his breath as he swung his body around the one hundred and eighty degrees to make sure that nothing was coming his way from the other side of the wall. He could hear voices echoing through from a central point of the building. With more force and determination, he quietly put one foot in front of the other as he closed in on what appeared to be an enclosed living room.

Gibbs laid eyes on his fellow team members, holding his finger to his lips in a quieting motion, an order that was deftly followed as they realized there were other voices in the building. They were muffled by old granite walls and asbestos. Motioning with two fingers for two of his agents to fall back and cover the second exit of the central room in the house, Gibbs took heed and held the door knob gently and started turning it as softly as possible. He had a quick glance through the gap in the door as far as he could see. He could still hear voices and a groan, and Gibbs whispered once again to enter on his mark.

"One, two, GO!"

The agents burst into the small living room if that is what it could be called. The enclosed space was dark, rank and inhabitable. The walls were stained with blood. The light in the ceiling was blown. The little bit of light that was in the room only entered through the doors which Gibbs and his team had stormed through. An old fashioned tape recorder lay to the side of the room, playing recorded voices in a repetitive motion, causing Gibbs to realize that no one was actually in the room. A movie projector sat idly by on an old-fashioned telephone stand, a projection screen opposite it in brilliant white. In the middle of the room sat a wooden chair. It was well worn but sturdy, backed up by the fact that on the piece of furniture sat a body. Their wrists were tied securely to the straight and narrow armrests, their ankles tied to the legs in what appeared to be an uncomfortable and compromising position. The bladder had been evacuated as though the person had not been allowed civil rights to use the bathroom when they needed. A smell of rotting flesh permeated the air as the blood that covered the walls held a central point of where the body was situated. There was no movement. There was no sound.

Pressing stop on the tape player caused an ominous stillness about the room, an evil reverie. Gibbs and his team observed slight movement from the captive as shallow breaths came and went. Dear God, they were alive! The head drooped down so that their chin was sitting on their chest, possibly the cause of the hindered breathing. Blood had dried in their hair, assumedly from a blow to the head. The blood that had oozed out of the wound was old considering it was now dry, causing their hair to have a feint red tinge and for it to stick against their face. That was the only obvious sign of injury although with the rest of the blood splattered across the walls, almost in a slashing motion, there was a very high probability of more damage. The person was male, the checkered shirt they were wearing torn to shreds. The pants they wore were jeans, torn at the knee with more dried blood at the sights. On closer inspection, more wounds were evident, a large gash straight down the spine the more worrisome. Blood trickled from the ear of the person central to this place of torture. Gibbs dropped his weapon, knowing that his team still held theirs in position as he went to check for a pulse.

Gibbs snuck forward, side-stepping gently across the dulled carpet. Reaching a hand against the neck of the person sitting there, a groan was heard to escape the throat, startling all in the room. Gibbs had confirmed what he already suspected.

"Quick, he's still alive! Get Ducky in here now!"

An agent ran out the door at the back of the room, leaving the other agents together to try and figure out what had caused this person to be left in this ungodly manner.

Gibbs looked impatiently towards the door in the hope that his Chief Medical Examiner would be here soon so that he could start untying the poor individual.

"B-Boss?"

The voice was weak and scratchy, probably from not having any water for a while. Gibbs barely heard the word, turning quickly and regarding his other agent, asking the question of whether that had come from them. With the shake of their head, Gibbs approached the body again, kneeling down awkwardly to get a better look at the face of the victim.

Gibbs nearly froze, fighting the need to throw up.

Gently Gibbs placed his hand on the face that was so uncomfortably positioned and gently lifted it so that he could get a better look.

"DiNozzo?"

Tony's eyes were glazed over, barely registering that there was another person in the room. His eyes quickly shut, probably due to the possible concussion that would have been caused by the head trauma. Gibbs held Tony's head in his hands, supporting its weight. Tony had black circles under his eyes as though he hadn't slept for days, his face pale and thin. The usual grin was missing from his lips and large amounts of swelling were apparent across his jaw-line.

At that moment, Ducky came in followed by Jimmy, both carrying medical supplies and gloved up, ready for action.

"Alright Jethro, what have we here."

Ducky was not focusing on the person seated stiffly in the chair, instead going through his medical supplies looking for gauze to clean up some of the blood that was dried to certain parts of the victim. It was only when Gibbs had not responded to Ducky's query that the elderly Medical Examiner raised his head to look at what had stunned the Team Leader in to silence. Ducky's eyes met Tim's and grew wide as he realized in horror that the victim sitting across from him was their own Anthony, the fun-loving, movie quoting, lady seducing Senior Field Agent of Team Gibbs.

"I thought he was…"

Gibbs nodded absently as he turned to look at the other two members of the team, slowly conveying the needs that were required; paramedics were a first priority followed by gloves, bags and tags, shooting, sketching, the whole shebang! Gibbs swallowed hard as he tried to talk to Tony.

"Tony? Can you tell us how you got here?"

Still having his head supported, the Senior Field Agent re-opened his eyes, finding it difficult to focus on the face in front of him. Mixes of grey and blue swirled in front of him as the colours mixed in an odd familiarity.

Tim stood behind the pair, watching as Tony tried to regain consciousness. He had his PDA available and waiting to take the answer that Tony was going to offer to Gibbs' question. What neither he, nor anyone else in the room had expected was the reaction Tony gave Gibbs the minute he realized who was in the room with him.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Tony thrashed violently against the hands that were on his face, trying with all his might to get away from the man opposite him. Forcibly, the chair supporting the damaged body scraped along the dull carpet, leaving no sound but almost causing the victim to fall backwards with the effort.

"Tony, hey… hey, Tony…"

Gibbs crept forward, his hand looking to grab Tony's shoulder to try and calm the panicked man. The closer Gibbs got the more agitated Tony became, causing the older man to rise to his full height, intimidating the already distraught agent.

"Stop it! Get away from me!"

Gibbs was at a loss for what to say. Instead he placed his hand above Tony's head looking to slap the back of it. He was stopped forcefully by Ducky's own. Gibbs turned his steely blue eyes towards the Scotsman questioning his motives.

"Uh-uh Jethro, we don't know what the damage is and we don't want to cause any more harm to the boy."

Gibbs was taken aback. This meant that he would have to use his words. He didn't like that idea at all.

Gibbs placed his hand on Tony's arm, trying to reassure the man opposite him that it was really him that was in the room. With the gentle touch, Tony's breathing seemed to escalate. Gibbs tried to make sure that Tony was looking him straight in the eye when he asked his questions. Tony's body was shaking with a force that it looked as though he might explode but Gibbs recognized it for what it was once he locked onto the eyes of the Italian – Tony was scared.

Letting go of the younger man's arm, Gibbs became startled as Tony seemed to calm more away from his touch. That wasn't how it was meant to work. Tony always calmed down when he knew Gibbs was near. This time he seemed to have the opposite reaction and Gibbs didn't know what to do with that so he gently started untying the man to allow him to understand that he meant no harm.

Tony shook with fear as the ropes were severed, not understanding what was happening. How was this even possible? Tony didn't know what was going on. He tried lifting his head but exhaustion seemed to overcome him every time he tried. It had to be a hallucination. This couldn't be real.

Ziva and Tim went to work, both stealing glances in each others direction at Tony's reaction to Gibbs. It didn't make any sense. They seemed to be releasing him, but Tony's reaction was that of fear not relief of being rescued. They hadn't even known that Tony was missing and the guilt cut through all of them as that realization dawned. It would have been Tony's worst nightmare come true – he would have died no one having missed him.

Ziva walked over to where Gibbs was still trying to cut through the thick rope that was tied around the limbs of the younger man, getting more and more worried as Tony seemed to flinch away the closer Gibbs came to releasing him from his predicament. Ziva having watched the exchange placed her hand on Gibbs' taking the knife away from him. She continued to cut through the rope quickly and efficiently, watching all the while at the look on Tony's face. His breathing was slowing down and he seemed to have relaxed a bit once there had been a changing of the guard.

At a loss for what to do, Gibbs grabbed the bags that Ziva had been collecting evidence with and let her try and talk to Tony while he took over her position, taking photos of the scene before him.

Ziva stroked Tony's arm in an attempt to calm him as Ducky and Palmer cut through the last of the blood-soaked ropes that were tied around his ankles. Tony seemed to become more skittish now that he was free from the confines of the chair. Ziva, using a steady, calm and soothing voice, once again asked Tony the question that Gibbs had.

"Tony? Can you tell us how you got here?"

Smiling at the request of the pretty young thing opposite him, Tony sat up straighter and looked towards Gibbs, fear oozing from his being as the man he had once regarded as a father went about the task of bagging and tagging the remains of the rope.

"I don't know." Tony slowly grew angrier, his breathing getting more prominent with each thought and memory that attacked his being.

"Ask him."

As Tony said those words, his head flicked in Gibbs' direction. Gibbs stared at the man as though they were complete strangers. Tony was staring at the floor watching as the last of the ropes were severed. Gibbs walked slowly towards the man, trying to close the gap but even the slightest motion in Tony's direction was causing the younger man to react defensively. Gibbs eyes held a loss that went unnoticed by everyone except his old friend. Ducky came up to Jethro and placed his arm on his friend's shoulder, whispering into his ear.

"Maybe the hit to his head has caused memory loss. Maybe he can't remember who you are."

Ducky was surprised when Tony interrupted that train of thought.

"I know exactly who you of all are, Ducky. You are the almighty Team Gibbs."

His words were laced with sarcasm.

"You are the head Medical Examiner for NCIS. Ziva David, over there, is a probationary agent even though she has been on the team for over four years. She escaped from a terrorist cell in September with the help of Team Gibbs. Little Timmy there, he is the Elf Lord of the crew, doing any search possible with the swift motion of his fingers. I am, was, the longest standing member of the team with nine years under my belt of following orders and getting head slapped around. I thought they were love taps. This week has opened my eyes. Obviously I am no longer required on Team Gibbs."

Holding his eyes wide with shock, Ducky looked towards his friend, unable to explain the behavior regarding Gibbs presence.

Gibbs, having walked around to get a better look at the injuries on Tony's back, just stared a hole in to the back of his head instead. Gibbs was at a complete loss for what to say or do to make it better.

Tony sat still, watching the footsteps of the team as they processed the scene. Tim apologized as he took Tony's photo several times from different angles. Gibbs crouched down on his haunches, trying to catch Tony's line of sight. Eerily, Tony stared the man squarely in the eye, not blinking and showing just how much anger lay behind those eyes.

Gibbs opened his mouth and closed it again, still at a loss for what to say. Tony did not have the same problem.

"I don't want to see you ever again. You hear me?"

Gibbs swallowed hard, stood back up and stood glued to spot. With nothing more to say, Gibbs gently placed the evidence bags on the telephone stand that held the projector and slowly walked out the door. He figured that distancing himself from Tony would help the other's get the answers they so desperately needed.

Four lost looks followed Gibbs slumped form as he exited the confined space, all of them just as confused as the man that walked through the threshold. Glancing at each other, the rest of the team got to work processing the room while Jimmy helped Tony onto the gurney. The paramedics came through the door, attending to the injured man within.

Gibbs stood out in the fresh air, distantly looking back towards the house, inhaling the cool country air that surrounded him. Gibbs was never at a loss for what to do or say, especially when it came to Tony. He shook his head at the unfathomable events that had just occurred, unsure of what their next move would be.

"What do you think I did to you, Tony?"

Gibbs asked the question of the dying sunlight that was quickly disappearing across the dew covered paddock. Gibbs hoped that they figured it out or he would have lost one of the most precious things in his life.

Gibbs sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes away from the reality.

He wouldn't be able to lose something so valuable to him – not again.

A/N: Thoughts and feelings on this one would be great. I'm still a bit unsure on whether this will be worth following up but please let me know what you think.

Sal