A/N: So after all the nice reviews I've had for this story, here's the next chapter.
Wary that he was completely exposed as he crossed the empty car park, Gibbs pulled his weapon from its holster and watched the man in the front carefully for any sign of hostility. Reaching the side window, Gibbs realised the man was completely still except for the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Gibbs slid a hand over the door handle and was about to yank the door open when the man suddenly pulled a gun, coupled with a silencer, up to the glass. He fired a single, quiet shot through the window, shattering the glass. Gibbs fell backwards, his eyes wide with shock and pain, and slammed his head against the concrete. Shards of glass showered down around and onto Gibbs, and then everything faded to black as he felt blood running down his face from the new wound on his forehead.
Tony walked slowly through the hospital corridors towards the nurses' station, thinking up new witty remarks to mock McGee with. He reached the station and flashed his badge lazily, "Special Agent DiNozzo. I'm here to see Special Agent Timothy McGee."
"Ah yes, I spoke to you on the phone, follow me." She turned away and started to lead Tony down the hall towards the waiting room.
She pushed open the door and allowed DiNozzo to step through into the small, lime green room, inhabited by a sole occupant. "Hey McGee! How're you doing?" He asked, a childish grin slowly spreading across his face, "I heard you lost against a fire extinguisher."
"I did not!" McGee cried huffily, "He surprised me." He added quietly."The Elflord was surprised!"
"Shut up, Tony!" McGee's exclamation only served to amuse Tony further, and he fell about laughing. Eventually, McGee's glare began to unsettle the chortling man. "Fine, where's Gibbs?"
"I haven't seen him since we split up." DiNozzo was immediately concerned.
"When was that McGee?"
"Gibbs helped me up the stairs and then went back to find the guy. That's all I know Tony, I'm sorry." McGee replied, poking a straw under the annoying cast that engulfed his entire right leg.
"Right, I'll help you to the car then I'll go looking for Gibbs."
Even though he won't need me – he'll probably tell me off for leaving the office without anything to tell him.
McGee settled himself in the back of Tony's car, his casted leg spread across the backseats, as Tony pulled out his phone and dialled Gibbs. It rang for twenty seconds before voicemail kicked in:
"Gibbs, leave a message. *beep*"
"Wow...he really hates technology...oops." Tony grimaced as he realised he had recorded his revelation, "Erm boss, it's DiNozzo. I'm at the hospital: I just picked up McGee, now I'm coming to find you. I know you're probably just busy b—" He was cut off by a second beep: he had reached the end of his allotted time for messages. He leaned down and spoke to McGee through the open door, "I'll be back in twenty, if I'm not, get Abby to set up trace on our cells."
"Ok Tony...Can I have your keys? Not like I'm going anywhere, but..." McGee said with a shrug. As Tony walked away he turned back, threw the keys to him and then set off jogging through the car park back towards the hospital entrance.
Gibbs was vaguely aware that he was lying on his side on a very hard, uncomfortable and cold surface, his head resting in a sticky puddle of some sort of metallic-smelling liquid.
Blood...I think...What the hell happened?
Gibbs tried to roll over but found there was not only another solid, cold slab of concrete behind him but also his hands were tied. He opened his eyes slowly and tried to think, but the pounding headache was not helping with his assessing his situation – each time he tried to move his head, pain splintered through it like lightening. All he could tell from his position on the floor was that he was in a dark room with a single door. There was a halo of light around the door but not enough filtered through to allow Gibbs to see anything within the room. With a sigh, he shifted a little to try to move his arm from underneath him. However both his arms were bound tightly behind his back and, after testing the strength of whatever it was that was binding them, gave up: it was a pair of hand-cuffs, presumably his own. Deciding he had had enough of lying in a pool of his own blood, the marine awkwardly pushed himself up – ignoring the sudden waves of nausea and intense pain – so that he was sitting against the wall. His hearing seemed to be a little off, probably due to the head wound.
Suddenly a hatch in the door opened and light streamed into Gibbs' cell. Having heard no footsteps or voices or even the sound of a latch being uncaught, Gibbs was unprepared for the harsh brightness of the light that abruptly illuminated the room, and it sent excruciating spikes of pain into his brain through his open eyes. He moaned loudly and gritted his teeth, hoping not to succumb to the numbing bliss of unconsciousness, but as his captor shone a bright halogen torch through the hatch the pain erupted fiercely and he stopped fighting and allowed numb blackness to take over.
A/N: As usual, reviews are welcome even if they're critical.