A/N: (Wow! I've gotten great responses to this story and I'm really excited about the direction it will take Thank you all for you support of this story! Happy reading!)
There may be little hints of McAbby and Tiva, but it's mainly just family comforting each other. Nothing major. It's not the focus of the story :)
Nope, still don't own NCIS. Forever hopeful! ;)
Warning: T – For Torture.
This chapter is really quite dark! Warning you in advance!
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Chapter 3:
All three agents stood up and approached the screen between Tim and Tony's desks. Abby stayed were she was, too scared and shocked to move.
Tony's head was dropped towards his chest and a trickle of blood was running down the side of his face. He appeared to be alive, but they weren't sure. He looked pale and like he hadn't eaten since they lost contact a week ago. He was hanging by his arms from a hook on the ceiling, his wrists and ankles bound with chains. Moments later a man wearing a ski mask entered the windowless room. The masked assailant was shorter than Tony, but not by much, and not as solid.
Maybe Tony has a chance after all. Seconds after that thought entered their minds the man looked up at the place the camera would have been and, suddenly, all hope vanished. Despite Tony's advantage in build, this man was not going to go down easily. Evil burned in his eyes, they held a murderous glint. This man was capable of anything.
The masked figure looked away from the camera and walked over towards Tony. He slapped the agent hard across the face and Tony's eyes flew open.
At least he's alive! Was the first thought that sprung to all of their minds, but it was quickly replaced with the anger that they felt towards the man that was causing Tony pain.
"Just as ugly as ever I see." Tony smugly remarked.
He was thanked by a solid punch to his stomach. Tony coughed and winced for a moment before the masked figure grabbed his head by his hair, jerking Tony's head back sharply. The man whispered something into Tony ear and his eyes widened in horror.
The man left the room only to return moments later with a dagger in his hands. The team wanted to look away, but couldn't bring themselves to do so.
"Oh, god. You can't be serious!" Tony yelled at the man approaching him. He struggled against his restraints, but his attempts were futile.
"Say hello to your team, Agent Dinozzo." The man ordered. "I'm sure they are enjoying the live show."
"You're a sick bastard and you're lying!" Tony yelled.
"Do you really believe that I'm lying?" The man dared him.
The look in the masked figures eyes confirmed Tony's fears. He was telling the truth. They were all watching him suffer.
All seeing how weak I really am, guess he was right after all. Tony thought.
He looked up, his eyes searched for the camera. Sure enough, there it was, tucked away in one of the high corners of the room.
He fixed his eyes on it and said, almost desperately. "Please, Boss. Turn it off. Don't watch this! Please. Ziva, McGee, turn it off!"
Gibbs hesitated for a moment. He actually didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether they should see what was about to happen to their partner or not. Then Tony's voice came again.
"Boss, at least watch it alone, not in front of Ziva, in front of Tim. Just turn if off! Please, Gibbs."
Those last two words confirmed what he was going to do.
"McGee, take it off the screen."
"But, Boss..."
"I said, turn it off, McGee!" Gibbs ordered.
McGee, reluctantly, turned off the big screen, feeling as if he had abandoned Tony. That was a feeling he never wanted to have. Ziva stood in silence, feeling the same way.
"You two, take Abby and wait in her lab, go!"
The three left as Gibbs walked over and sat down at his desk, staring at the video feed still streaming live on his computer.
Tony knew he could trust Gibbs to have sent out Ziva and McGee, but he also knew that Gibbs wouldn't have stopped sharing the pain with him for anyone. He knew Gibbs would still be watching.
"Thank you, Boss." Tony sighed.
"Enjoying the show Agent Gibbs? Be sure to thank Javis for me when you next see him, won't you. Save me the trouble." The masked man said as he walked around until he stood directly behind Tony.
In one movement the man ripped Tony's T-shirt straight down the middle. He threw the shreds that remained on the stone floor. Tony visibly shivered. His chest was now bare, like his feet. All he wore now were his shabby, tattered jeans. He was freezing.
The man tightened his grip on the dagger still in his hand. Tony didn't even have a chance to take a breath before the knife cut into his lower neck.
Tony yelled and cried out in pain as the blade was dragged slowly down his back.
"God, make it stop! Oh God, Gibbs! Make it stop! No, I can't..!" He yelled between gasps.
Gibbs whispered, hands covering his mouth. "God, Tony! Just breathe kid. You can get through this, come on Tony! Hang in there!" Though he knew his words were useless, Tony couldn't hear him no matter how loud he might have yelled.
Finally, when it was over, the masked man left. Tony was left hanging in the cold room, freezing and covered in blood.
Tony said something that Gibbs had to strain to hear. "Weak, 'm weak, he was right, 'm, sorry, Boss." Seconds later Tony's head dropped forward and he fell unconscious. Then, suddenly, the screen went blank.
A/N: I know it's dark but I said I was going to try out writing all different styles, and one of those styles is dark. :)
Plus, a little Tony torture never hurt anyone... well except Tony...sorry Tony...I love you! :)
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