Disclaimer- I own nothing to do with NCIS apart from all currently released DVD collections and this is meant to be fun for me (and hopefully readers) and not for profit nor to usurp any kudos due to the show's writers.
A/N – I forgot to say that this would also be a disability fic.
As Gibbs entered Tony's house he had an overwhelming sense of dread, the door was unlocked, a habit of Gibbs' that Tony did not mimic and the place was a mess. To the untrained observer the place looked like a typical bachelor pad, messy to near disgustingness. However to Ziva and McGee the place looked tossed, and Gibbs knew, had the place not looked tossed, that Tony was a very tidy and ordered individual. The team cleared the house and gathered in the snug at the front of the house, a looked passed between all three and that look screamed foul play.
'Either of you hear from Tony after we left last night?' His answer was two solemn shakes of the head. A brief look of distress passed Gibbs face and he dug out his cell. 'Abby?'....'Did you hear from DiNozzo after work last night?'.....'Check the video feed for the bull pen, see if he snuck back in.'.......'Yes'....'No, Abby............ABBY, he will be fine.'..............'Thanks Abs.' Gibbs hung up and faced the team, DiNozzo went back to the bull pen, he can't have got home before 04.30. McGee bad and tag, Ziva check the perimeter.' It was left unsaid that Gibbs would shoot and sketch. The team had learned from previous assumptions that Gibbs was never afraid to get his hands dirty when the team was in need.
Gibbs let out a quiet sigh when Ziva and McGee had left the room, he felt like an elephant was sat on his chest and a rope was around his neck.
ELSEWHERE
Of course for Tony the rope around his neck was not figurative, he had once again woken to various sensations, most being familiar from his first foray with consciousness, one was not, he was curiously aware of someone watching him before he even opened his eyes. When he ventured to take a look around he was not surprised to see someone sat in the corner of the place staring at him, freakily unblinking.
'Who...what....why am I here?' He rasped, his throat raw from the pressure of the rope.
'Now, now Agent DiNozzo, I was lead to believe that you were more eloquent and certainly more amusing than that?' His captor raised an eyebrow in challenge.
'That's Special Agent DiNozzo.' Was as much as Tony could manage.
In answer to his attempt the man stood and walked behind Tony and suddenly the rope was violently pulled and Tony scrabbled to his knees to alleviate the pressure.
'Agent DiNozzo, I know you probably feel I lead you into that, but I needed to make things clear, I am in control, in control of you, the rope and in control of what happens from here on out. You may ask me one of the questions that you stuttered at me earlier and I will answer you.' The man spoke calmly as if he were discussing the weather and strolled back to the chair that he was previously occupying.
'Why am I here?' Tony asked immediately in a hoarse whisper.
'Because I want you here.' The man paused and Tony's face fell at what he assumed was a non-response, but the man continued, 'And because your sudden absence and presumed harm will cause great pain to one Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Not to mention what I have planned for you.'
Tony had no reply to that, he shifted uncomfortably on his knees and stared impassively back at the man.
'The rope will only get shorter Agent, if you misbehave, if I feel like it, if you stand the rope will get shorter and you will be closer to your own demise. But not before I have had some fun of course.' With that he pulled out a cell phone and took a picture of Tony. He looked at the image and chuckled before showing the photo to Tony. 'I think this beauty should be shared.' The man pressed a few keys, obviously sending the image to someone and settled back in his chair gazing at Tony with masked amusement. The cell rang, cutting the silence harshly, the man answered it, all the while smiling at Tony.
'Agent Gibbs, so nice to hear from you.'
AT TONY'S HOUSE
The team had been working feverishly for an hour or so when Gibbs cell signalled a message making all but Gibbs jump slightly. He pulled out his phone and squinted at the screen. He tossed it at McGee. 'What is that McGee?'
'It's a multimedia file Gibbs, probably a photo, should I open it?' Gibbs gestured him to continue.
'Oh, oh my god, Gibbs....'
'What is it McGee?'
'It's Tony, oh my god, he has actually been kidnapped.'
Gibbs put his glasses on and sucked in a short breath at the sight of his Tony on his knees rope tight around his neck with a bleeding gash on his temple. 'Can you trace it McGee.'
'The number isn't hidden Boss, you should be able to call the number back and we can trace it.'
McGee called Abby and asked her to start a trace on the phone Gibbs was about to call.
'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY AGENT?'
'Agent Gibbs, so nice to hear from you.'
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