I have no idea if alerts are working yet, but make sure you've read chapter three before reading this chapter guys! Don't want people getting confused.

Sorry it's short, but I had a stopping point already planned. Next (and final) chapter will be longer, promise.

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Gibbs strode down the hallway towards the squadroom, a look that could only be described as pure rage on his face. The one officer who accidentally got in his way nearly got mown down by the the force of nature that Gibbs had become, only just getting out of the way in time. He blew into the squadroom like a whirlwind, papers flying off the desks as he passed them.

"Where's the note?" He said even before he reached the team, a shade of anxiety in his tone. McGee held it out in his ungloved hand; they'd had no reason to glove up prior to touching the note, so it was moot point. Nevermind the fact that Tony's handwriting was unmistakeable and barely readable at the best of times. The team however had learnt how to read it, something akin to learning a new language they had decided. Riley and Sampson were a little rusty, but managed okay. Everyone else stood no chance. Gibbs fished his glasses out of his pocket – Tony had made sure he had them with him today – and began to read.

Gibbs,

Went to follow the lead with Officer Olsen. He said it was fine and he'd cleared it with you. Call me when you get out of the interview.

Tony

There was a tiny x at the bottom, next to Tony's name. Obviously not meant for anyone who wouldn't look too hard. Gibbs smiled softly to himself for a second before putting his bastard face back on.

"Where's the lead?"

He was met with silence.

"Does ANYONE know?" He roared. Everyone in the room flinched except Ziva and McGee. After what seemed like an eternity but in reality was only a few seconds, one of the other detectives spoke up.

"I'll check the phone records, see if we can get a location."

After that, everyone else scattered, mumbling things at Gibbs or Sampson as they passed. Gibbs then took to pacing, trying Tony's cell repeatedly.

No answer.

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Tony walked behind Richardson, Olsen still pointing the gun at his back. Not that Tony really could have done anything; his hands were now cuffed behind him, with his own cuffs too. He was pissed about that. Those cuffs are only for use on me if Gibbs has something to do with it... he thought, starting to smile but stopping himself short.

The gun shoved at his back insistently; he kept walking, following the subject of many nightmares through the building.

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Gibbs looked up, hearing footsteps re-entering the squadroom.

"You got something?" He asked the nameless detective.

"Yeah... there was no call made, Agent Gibbs. No record of one, no-one overheard one and the officers down in dispatch haven't heard anything about it either, and they know everything."

Gibbs cursed.

"So... it was a hoax, and Tony got pulled right into it. Dammit!" Gibbs kicked at the nearest desk, sending even more papers flying and hurting his bad knee. Pain shot from his foot to his pelvis but he didn't notice. If anything, the pain helped him focus.

"The hotel. We'll try there. Lets go people!" He shouted, already running towards outside and the car.

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They arrived at the hotel less than 10 minutes later due to Gibbs' driving. He had steadfastly refused to let Ziva take the wheel, instead choosing to go round at least one corner with the car on two wheels, narrowly avoiding every other car on the road and a few that weren't, and broke every speed limit on the way. The cops that were following in their squad cars were having a job keeping up, to McGee's amusement.

They all strapped on their vests, drew their guns and silently stormed the building; spreading out, clearing each room as they went. Gibbs knew where they would be though if they were here. Room 499, the scene of both the original murder and where Tony had been shot. He wanted to go straight there, but protocol kept him from doing that, which irritated the hell out of him. His lover was potentially up there being held hostage or worse, and he had to start on the bottom floor and work his way up.

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20 Minutes Later

Eventually they got there. Room 499.

Gibbs stood to one side of the badly scorched door, waiting for one of the officers with him to kick it in as it was locked. McGee and Ziva stood just behind him, guns at the ready. The door banged open, and Gibbs was met with Tony, who was standing in the middle of the room, hands behind his back and a gun to his head.

"Hi Boss."