AN/ With In sickness and in health finished I've started on the sequel of Russian problems.

I hope you guys forgive me for leaving you guys with a cliffhanger for such a long time!

English is not and never will be my first languish please take that in consideration when reading.

This story is NOT about finding Tony, it's about healing and accepting.

Have you not read Russian problems before, I recommend you to do that first.

Also please inspire my muse and leave a comment if you like, thank you all for reading and enjoy!

Prologue

He opened his eyes slowly. Last thing he remembers is him leaving McGee's place in Norfolk before getting shot in the back.

Did McGee hate him so much that he would shot Tony in his back?

No! He refused to believe that!

Even now with the problems between them he hoped that they would be able to make up. Finally registering the pain in his whole body he groaned. He first had to get out of where ever he is now, and figure out if it really had been McGee that shot him.

He looked around the room he was tied up in. It was brightly white, it nearly hurt his eyes, and besides the ticking of a clock very close to his ear, he couldn't hear a thing.

His arm, side and leg hurt and he could feel a sting of pain coming from his back.

'You know Aleks...Tony, betraying mister Arkadi was a big mistake, but you were better off with him as your enemy then me, you know why?'

'Bobrov? W-what...?'

'His plan was to go after you only, but now that you killed him, I am in charge an I will hunt your entire family down, and then, ONLY then, I will kill you, after you got to see your entire family die.'

Bobrov soke in Russian and out of habit Tony spoke in Russian back.

'Arkadi's dead?'

'Few hours ago, just before I shot you in the back, just before those agents came in the house.' Bobrov gives Tony a evil smile.

'I own all his funds now, I have all his money, I will use it all if I need to to hunt every single person you love down, and will let you watch while I kill them, until that time comes, enjoy isolation.'

And with that Bobrov left Tony all alone.

All he could think of was what had happened, hadn't weeks passed? Had he dreamed the entire conversation with McGee? That has to be it! In his dream he had still been sore but now he was really hurting, he could see the blood coming from his arm and felt it from his leg and side. He had been wearing a vest which saved his life but it was not a foolproof plan.

'Gibbs...I think I screwed up again...', he says while listening to the time ticking by.

Gibbs, Ziva, Balboa and the backup had only been slightly to late. They had heard the gun fire die and rushed to the house. When they entered the only people there were Tony's old partner and Arkadi, both dead.

Gibbs hates the fact that Konn got off easily with a bullet between his eyes, it was just to easy and quick.

He now was glad to hear that Arkadi had taken slightly longer, he had been hit in the gut and had bled out. Tony and Bobrov however...are nowhere to be found.

That had been four weeks ago now and every day he got more and more worried. Tony had gone and got himself captured and now it's up to Gibbs to find him and kick his ass for it. But first he needs to find the younger man which had proven to be a bigger task then they had expected.

But finally, finally after four weeks they had a clue about where Bobrov could be holding Tony, Gibbs would not rest until he had been found. Not to long from now he would be back a Gibbs' six.

Gibbs gave the signal to enter the building and followed after the remaining members of his team.

Bobrov had seen them enter from the surveillance camera's and got his people ready.

'Catch them, alive! You kill them and you'll pay the price.'

'Sir, the guy went nuts, not like he'll really see them.'

'He will, now do as I told you!'

Bobrov stayed behind while his men separated to find Gibbs and his team. Bobrov followed them via the camera's expecting to see Tony's family taken down, he had never expected to see those people take his men down. In a matter of minutes he had nobody of his men left only the hostage.

'Agent Gibbs, you are good, but are you good enough to really get your man back? To heal his broken body back to what it once was? Are you strong enough to see him suffer?', Bobrov said to no body.

He turned around and looked in the loop of a gun.

'Damn right I am.', Gibbs spoke, and pulled the trigger.