Just want to say thanks to the people who reviewed/faved/alerted the last chapter. So here goes the next.

Again there will mostly likely be vague comments that will be spoilerish. So be warned. Haha

Some things will become clear in this chapter others not so much, so here goes…oh and there is a lot more angst in this chapter than I thought there would be, I thought I would try and get into the minds of the characters and considering the team's dynamic on the show recently, it felt necessary.

Chapter 2- Agent Lost

Time unknown…

Tony's watch had been taken; he had no awareness of time. There was no sun to track across the sky, nothing in the room to tell the time, not that there was anything at all in the room anyway. No way to know if it were night or day. The encompassing darkness and, no realm of time caused an uneasy stillness. It had seemed like hours by now and was feeling the weakening effects of not having any food for about a day. Had it been a day already? Or had it only been mere hours? Tony was getting creped out. Where they just going to leave him here to wither away into nothingness? Would they ask him anything? Punish him for anything? He wondered who the people were and who he had annoyed now. I have to get out of here he thought calmly, so that is what he planned. If his captors ever came, he would escape, simple as that. All of Gibb's rules were going round in his head, he couldn't seem to concentrate properly which was disconcerting as, he always thought clearly, I mean he was an investigator, it was his job to think fast and clearly. Talking about escape, why hadn't he been tied up? Was it because they didn't think he would try to escape, no, they wouldn't be that stupid would they? Maybe, it was because he simply couldn't escape. Was he being held that far from any kind of civilisation?

Over the hours he thought he had been here, he had gotten bored of pacing the room looking for ways out. He had leant up against a wall, which one though, was anyone's guess. He had the eerie feeling that he was being watched. Is that what this was, someone's sick mind game. Keep the special agent locked up; see how long it took for him to break. The normality of this sort of situation alarmed him, had he become so use to stuff like this, that it became a common occurrence and, wasn't phased by it. What was that saying; if you stopped being scared then, you should stop all together. He remembered it being in a film once, he laughed a little at the thought. All the film references and his usual childishness hadn't seemed as important to him anymore, a lot had happened since starting in NCIS. All his previous jobs had lasted around 2 years, NCIS had lasted 8, maybe it was time for a change but, he had gotten comfortable now, they had been like his family. However, things had changed since coming back from being agent afloat. Was the team really a team anymore? He blamed himself for causing it; it had been his mistake which changed everything, it had been his mistake that broke the family up. Yes, he had followed a direct order not to follow her but, he had the feeling that something was going to go wrong yet, he listened anyway and where did it get Director Shepard. Dead is what it got her, all because of him. He decided against this train of thought as, it would only mess with his mind some more. Not that the room wasn't doing that perfectly well on its own.

His thoughts for the moment lay with his 'team', and what they may be doing at this time of the day, if it was day that is. These thoughts kept him somewhat distracted to his situation. Maybe, one of them at least would miss him, Abby. She was like a sister to him and he, like a brother to her. Surly she would know that something was very hinky.

The impenetrable silence had been broken with the sound of a key twisting in a lock and, bolt locks being slid back. The sounds echoed eerily off the hard walls. Maybe, they were finally ready to tell him when he had been brought here he thought calmly. The lack of being scared was unnerving. Images popped into his mind about what was just about to happen to him. He felt he deserved what he was going to get, if he was honest. Two bulky figures approached him, his mind was now clear from the effects of the drug. He didn't carry out his plan of escape he had come up with. He just stood there waiting for what he deserved. This was when the flashing lights started and the guards let loose there violent attack on the Agent…

x-X-x

She watched him pace around in the small room she had left him in. He had no idea that he was being watched. This was the part of the plan she enjoyed the most, she got to watch as he spirit had left him in the past couple of hours. There wasn't any light in the room but the cameras that were watching him and night vision. She saw when he had first been brought into the room he had a defiance about him, just as he had the last time they met, she hadn't hurt him much then, now she would. Over past 4 years she had been collected information about this man and, what had happened to her. She had found that others had died at the hand of her captor but, she was sure that had he captor the choice, he would have come for her. She had also learnt that pictures had been taken of all the women and put into an album. This is what she would do here, take pictures of the agent's downfall then, send them to his boss, just to taunt the man who had been in charge of the agent in front of her.

After the first day of him being alone, she could already see the effects it was having on Tony, he had stopped pacing and just sat against the wall, as if giving in to his punishment. Damn! She thought, it had been too easy to break his spirit. She wondered what had happened in the fours years that would cause that then, shoved back the caring thought and decided to let her friends play with her new hobby for a little bit. The camera for the album had already been set up in the room.

The 'friends' she had hired each had a grudge against Tony, she had made sure about that little detail. They could be as rough as they wanted, as long as they didn't kill him. Not yet. It was time for the next part. She told her friends, to make sure that the agent was in front of the camera while taking the beating he deserved. She would develop the picture later in the day, to be delivered later to NCIS headquarters, just when they were loosing hope. She would take pleasure in the fact while sending the album may led the other agents to point towards her, they wouldn't make the connection until it was sent. She hadn't left any evidence that she had been watching Tony at all, even his busted car; she had made to look like an accident.

The guards were ready to go. With the sound of the door opening she took that as her cue to start the camera taking pictures continuously while the attack took place. She thought that he would be scared by the approaching men. However, he seemed to just let them with out fighting back. This was no good she thought, maybe, she should intervene at some point to make sure that he had some spirit in him, if it was gone then there was no point having him around anymore…

x-X-x

TBC

Sorry I know you wanted a longer chapter but all in good time. Also if it seems odd that there has been no dialogue, I didn't think it was necessary yet, it will be in the next chapter though.

Thanks for taking the time to read and don't forget to review or make suggestions as to what to do to him next (evil smile).

Hope you enjoyed this one…until next time then.