I am wondering if there are people who are still willing to read this chapter, which I hope is better than the old one! And if people read the chapter and like it, I'm gonna continue :) I hope it was okay to delete the other one, but the chapter was really crappy...so I tried again :) Oh and of course, thanks xenascully for being an inspiration and beta :)

Thanks for reading!

Anni

Gibbs awoke confused and disorientated. He had a splitting headache and his first thought was that he couldn't see. But it turned out that he was sitting in a pitch-black room. He sat up and leaned against the cold wall. His eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness until he saw slight silhouettes. It appeared to be a reasonably small room, without any furniture.

Then it hit him...

"Tony!" he shouted into the room. The answer was a very quiet moan from the corner opposite him. "Tony I'm comin'!" Gibbs crawled on his hands and knees until he felt Tony's legs under his hands. "You okay?" There was no response from his agent. "Tony, talk to me!" He groped his way up Tony's body until he reached his face. Tony was lying on his back, sprawled over the cold, moist floor. Gibbs laid a palm on his Senior Agent's head and almost winced when he felt how hot his skin was.

Tony stirred beneath the touch and said, without opening his eyes, "Boss? Where are we?"

"Well, for once, I don't have the slightest idea…" Gibbs stopped for a second, and asked with a little bit of fear, "But you do remember what happened right?" He really didn't want Tony to have amnesia; not here. He didn't even know where they were. They had to get out, quickly. Charlie and Ewan might be amateurs, but that type of crazy was sometimes the most dangerous of all. Charlie worried him most, out of the two. He was unpredictable.

Tony took a few moments but answered slowly, "Yeah, I remember. The same guys from the warehouse, right?"

"Yep, that'd be them," Gibbs let out a deep sigh, glad Tony remembered. "How are you feelin'?" he continued.

Tony took a good while before he could answer. "Well, could be better; could be worse, I guess. I mean, my head hurts like hell and I think I pulled my stitches out." He touched his forehead slowly and flinched when he felt the moist sensation and a sharp pain shoot through his skull.

"Hurts huh?"

"Yeah…I think we should find a way out." Before Gibbs could react, Tony made a move to push himself into a sitting position. Too quickly for his body, a sudden wave of nausea hit him and he thought the floor was moving. But before his upper body fell to the ground, he felt Gibbs' arms around him. Gibbs pulled his coat off, put it on the floor, led Tony down so his head laid gently on the make-shift pillow.

"Let's say I find a way out and you stay here and wait for me." He patted Tony's cheek and got up.

"Sounds like a better plan, Boss," he replied, weakly. Gibbs made his way to the door, when it suddenly swung open; a bright light flooded the room and Gibbs had to cover his eyes. Charlie stormed into the room and almost knocked Gibbs, who didn't see him coming, down.

Without waiting for Charlie to say something, Gibbs yelled straight away, "What the hell do you want with us?"

Charlie grinned down at Gibbs and then at Ewan who had followed him a moment later into the room and answered in a calm voice, "Ah, ah, ah. I don't think you are in the right position to make demands, now are you?"

Gibbs just stared at him and looked back down on Tony, who still hadn't moved; his eyes closed once more. He knelt by his side, put a hand on Tony's shoulders and looked back at the two men. Charlie was still standing, grinning at the door with Ewan standing nervously a few steps back. Then Charlie came a step closer, saying, "Ewan will send a ransom demand to your Agency. Your boy here saw what he shouldn't have seen. We cannot risk to get caught. But, we are no killers. So we just want the money and to get out of here, okay? So just do what we tell you and nothing will happen! Got it?"

Gibbs frowned at him, got up and said with a surprisingly calm voice, "They will NOT give you the money. They…"

But Charlie cut him off, "Oh yes they will! Otherwise, I will hurt him," he scowled, pointing at Tony, "And then you!" Before Gibbs could reply, Charlie tossed Ewan out of the room and slammed the door closed.

Gibbs stood there in front of the door, peering at it exasperatedly. He returned to face Tony and suddenly noticed his shivering body. He had his arms slung around his abdomen and looked pale as a ghost. As he knelt back down, Tony's eyes opened.

"Big problem, huh?" the three, simple words took all his effort and it earned him a harsh coughing fit. Gibbs immediately lifted Tony's upper body into a sitting position until the coughing eased.

"I know it's not easy, but try an' get some sleep."

The answer was a weak nod and Tony's body relaxed slightly.

How long have we been in here anyway? Gibbs thought to himself. He lifted his arm only to realize that his watch was gone. "Damn bastards," he muttered under his breath. Looking back at Tony, he noticed something else. Wheezing. Tony was wheezing.

This is not good. Not good at all...

Gibbs sat down next to Tony, as if the closeness would somehow transfer some strength to his friend. Leaning his head against the wall and drifted off to sleep as well.

NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS NCIS

Gibbs awoke, all of a sudden, when he heard harsh coughing. He immediately turned his head to Tony who was struggling for air. Tony leaned heavily into Gibbs as he pushed him into a sitting position. After patting Tony's back, Gibbs felt Tony's body relax, but still shivering. Tony lifted his head from Gibbs' shoulder to look him into his eyes, "I'm so cold…"

"Yeah, I know. It's gonna be okay. C'mere," Gibbs put his arm protectively around Tony, who laid his head back on Gibbs' shoulder.

After a couple of hours, when the door swung open once again and an angry looking Charlie stormed into the room, Gibbs didn't even bother to look up. The gesture made Charlie even more furious and he almost yelled, "Bad news my friends; your agency won't give us the money."

"I told you that, before," Gibbs said calmly, still not looking at him.

"But, you know what? We won't kill you. No, we'll just leave you here!"

Gibbs face remained expressionless. Then suddenly Ewan spoke up, "Bu- but Charlie, we can't do that! Look at him!" He was pointing at Tony, who was still asleep, ashen and pale.

"Ewan, come here for a sec." They walked out of the door again, closing it behind them. Gibbs couldn't make out what they were talking about. So he turned to Tony, trying to wake him.

"Hey, Tony, time to wake up." No reaction. "C'mon Tony, don't do this to me," Gibbs said frantically. He tried to shake Tony a bit when he still didn't get a response. That's when he felt the heat radiating from Tony's body. He could see the redness and swelling of the wound on Tony's forehead.

"Shit," Was all he could think to respond with. He had to get them out of there, now! They couldn't wait for his team. They were good, yes, but he couldn't risk Tony's life even more than they already had.

"Tony! C'mon!" As this didn't work, Gibbs tried the hard way. "DiNozzo!" Tony's eyes flew open, staring, terrified, at his boss. "That's it. Good boy," Gibbs smiled at his senior field agent until his smile faded when he felt Tony shivering violently.

"B-boss? W-why i-i-is it s-s-so c-c-c-old in h-here?"

Gibbs ruffled Tony's hair and looked at the seemingly locked door. Then he furrowed his brows when he noticed something. Is it possible? Are they that stupid?

He put Tony's head gently back on his coat on the floor and got up to move to the door. There, he put his hand on the door handle and...the door pushed open. "I don't believe it," Gibbs looked dumbfounded at the door until he heard Tony mumbling something. He immediately turned around and knelt back to his agent on the cold floor.

"What was that Tony?"

"Sh-shouldn't w-we get ou-outta h-here?"

"Yeah, sure." Gibbs was taken aback by his own not typical slowness and went to get Tony up, first into a sitting position. That proved to be quite easy, for him.

Tony's head was throbbing. He held his head in both his hands and waited that the spinning of the room would stop. "You ok?" Gibbs queried.

"Yeah, jus' gimme a minute." When the spinning subsided, he gave Gibbs a slight nod. That was all Gibbs needed to lift Tony up on his feet. He immediately put an arm under Tony's shoulder. Tony on the other hand leaned heavily into Gibbs, trying to steady himself.

"Jeez Tony, you're like dead weight," Gibbs grunted under Tony's body weight.

They made their way through the door into a long corridor; seemed like they were below ground level. They reached stairs which went up to a hatch which wasn't locked as well. Gibbs had to lower Tony on the floor while he was opening the hatch as its doors were ancient and heavy. When he opened the hatch he was surprised how dark it was outside...and it was raining.

Crap. Not gonna help Tony...

The open doors let to a muddy path into a forest. The shed was surrounded by trees, so they didn't have any choice but to go into the deep woods. Gibbs went back to look at Tony you was still sitting on the steps where Gibbs had left him.

"Let's go kiddo. Gotta move." He gripped Tony's arm and lifted him up until he was on his feet again. After a bit of swaying Tony found the energy to put a foot in front of the other. As soon as they were through the doors and the rain pattered on them, Tony began to tremble.

"Friggin' cold," he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Gibbs to hear.

"Yeah I know, but we can't wait for Ziva and McGee to find us. God knows where we are..."