NCIS

Okay I'm back. I know lots of people blame other things, but I have to say some major things have happened to me recently. Unfortunately that meant when I came onto the computer I only had a short time and since Fan fiction is about reading and not just writing for me, I spent most of my available time looking at other fics. However I managed to get onto the computer and even though it has been ages since I updated, I decided I would as everyone has been incredibly patient. I would just like to say I'm terribly sorry and I do try to update as often as I can but sometimes that's not always possible. I don't want to rant on for too long but since I have managed to reach my computer I stuck on my other plot bunny that was slowly eating me alive. It's about Tony meeting Gibbs for the first time, so read it! Anyway sorry again, and I hope you like the chapter!

The four little syringes that could do so much to one person was sat not a step away from Gibbs but yet he still felt so powerless to stop what was obviously going to occur. Gibbs struggled against his binds as Blaise reached down and plucked one of the medical instruments from the leather jacket. He had an odd smile that sent shivers trailing along each of the team's spines as he flashed his toothy smile upon Tony.

"Unfortunately Mr. DiNozzo, this won't be too pleasant. Still, at least it almost gives you more time before you die… even if it is in blinding white pain."

Tony managed to slip him cool mask in place just in time. Let's face it, it was hardly the first time he was in trouble… except this time there was no Gibbs to save him because that man was sitting not 3 feet away and tied up. 'Hmm, slight problem then Anthony' Tony thought to himself.

"Why draw it out? Why not do it quickly?" He retorted smoothly.

"But Tony that's Greedy. You don't want to be Greedy, do we?" Blaise approached Tony and grabbed him on his upper arm. "Besides, what would be the point of that, when the point of this is to make Jethro talk?"

"You sick BASTARD!" Gibbs shouted from where he was sat, still struggling out of his bindings.

Once again Blaise flashed his million dollar smile at Gibbs before plunging the syringe into Tony's upper arm. He felt the liquid enter his veins and disperse around his body making him feel slightly numb and tingly.

"Actually" He paused as he winced "Michael Douglas said in 'Wall Street' that "Greed is good."

A bit of relief washed over Gibbs as Tony spoke these words. He was still himself and that was okay for now he guessed. His eyes widened with recognition. Ziva! Ziva was coming back today from a conference she had been forced to attend. Tony had given her grief all week about it but it was over yesterday and she was scheduled to fly in later today.

"Okay. While we let them kick in, Sammy and I are just going to look for your file. Don't do anything stupid now… okay?" When the team just stared at him he smiled "Good now sit still." Blaise walked off with Sammy in tow. Gibbs followed them until they left the room and turned to his team.

"DiNozzo, you okay?" No response.

"DiNozzo? Tony!" Gibbs' eyes were met with winced ones and, although the mask was still in place, Leroy Jethro Gibbs read through it instantly. "It's okay Tony, they're gone."

A cry flooded out of DiNozzo's mouth straight away.

"Tony, where does it hurt?" Worry almost seeped into his voice.

"Everywhere… god damnit!" Tony cursed.

Gibbs saw the pained expression of his colleague which only increased his burning anger that was welling up inside. Jethro jerked his head around looking for once again something to help him with Tony. Not spotting anything he turned towards Abby and Tim sitting still on their chairs. Abby was shaking slightly and Tim seemed to be attempting to cuddle his stomach even with his arms behind his back.

"Abby. Are you and McGee okay? Is there any way you can get out? I need to know Abs." The Goth looked up to Gibbs and then beside her at McGee. She began to rock on her wooden chair. Her arms started to rub against the rough bindings and she felt a smooth substance trickle down her wrist and onto her fingers.

"Gibbs, I can't. They're too tight." She almost whimpered and started struggling again as a small moan came from Tony sitting opposite. "Don't worry Tony; we'll get you out of there." Another moan. "Oh Tony… please listen to me."

"Abs, keep talking to him." Gibbs voice was stern. He needed to keep control for his team but his eyes kept wandering towards the wincing Senior Agent across from him. Tony was a brilliant agent. The whole of his team were sure, but Tony had been there longer and the things that had happened between them through the years had changed everything. They were closer and more appreciative of each others actions and/or thoughts; well at least Gibbs was anyway.

He didn't half get himself into messes. Tony mentally slapped himself. The pain had eased up oddly enough. It seemed to come in waves, like one minute he would be fine then the next he would be in so much pain. Luckily, there was more of the first than the latter but still he could feel it starting to build up. Gibbs kept shooting sorrowful glances at him and Abby, well Abby; she was just staring at me wide eyed. Being the hero that I am, I smile slightly at her just to make sure she knows I'm fine. She is ranting on about something to me but I gave up listening a while back. It's too hard to concentrate when you feel like your spine is being sawed in to.
A/N Didn't like writing this particular part. It was just a filler and not much happened, sorry. I will try and update soon. Thanks for reading, xxx Leigh.