"Damn" Gibbs looked at the now unconscious Tony. He looked down at his hands; the wound was not bleeding as much anymore, which was good. However, he knew infection was a good possibility, especially since he knew they would not be able to get to a hospital any time soon.

He looked around for something to wrap the wound with, and saw a box of T-shirts, the ones the bank had made, in the corner. With a quick glance at Tony, he quickly got up, grabbed one, and quickly started to make it into a makeshift bandage, ripping Tony's shirt so he would wrap it directly on the wound. After he got it wrapped securely, he sat beside Tony, sighing.

Gibbs looked over at Tony, full of appreciation. Tony had surprised him. Tony had managed to stay conscious for quite awhile, before finally submitting himself to unconsciousness. They needed a plan. He knew that McGee and Ziva were handling it outside, and he knew that he had told Tony that they needed to wait for them to make a mistake. However, he also knew that McGee and Ziva couldn't make a move, for fear of them harming the hostages in the other room. There was most defiantly a security room in the building, and Jack was most likely keeping tags on it.

He shook his head. He should have declined the case, but he knew that he never would have done that, its just not who he is. Sometime, he wished he never had been a marine...they had bred too much into him. It made him too stubborn for his own good. Then again, Tony's was just as stubborn as he is, maybe more, in his own ways.

Gibbs looked at his watch. The ten minutes were going by fast, too fast. Soon, Jack was going to enter the room, and let his goons work him and Tony over. He could not let that happen... he would not. It was his job as a parent--I mean lead agent (why did I think that?) to protect Tony. He needed to protect him. He just had to, because he couldn't lose him again. He couldn't lose somebody else he cared about. He couldn't lose more family...

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I am such an idiot... an idiotic person. I am a no good, worthless loner... The country is better off without me... I am too weak to join the navy... I will never get in...

The thought ran through Jack's mind. As they did everyday. His mom had been rough on him. Yes, his mom and not his dad. His dad was great, encouraging, and a firm status at his side throughout his life. But his mom never believed in him. His mom was the one to tell him all the things that ran through his mind everyday. However, she was wrong. He was not an idiot; in fact, he was the top in his class. He had many friends, so he was not a loner. And he got into the Navy, ranking 8th in the score list. And there were 118 people who joined.

But the thought still went through his head. Everyday.

He was not a bad guy... was he?

Jack looked around to where he was.

Oh...but he had a reason for doing this. Really he did.

He laughed a little at the thought.

Technically, it was not the fault of NCIS that he was doing this, but the FBI.

The FBI started it, but the NCIS finished it.

Yes, he was getting revenge, but did that make him the bad guy? Even after what the other person did?

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"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" If anyone were to tell you that Timothy McGee was frustrated, that would be an understatement.

"He is watching the us from the security room, so he'll be able to see us if we try to get in." He was stumped. How do you get into a building when the person inside can see your every move?

"We're not going to make the ten minute mark." Ziva said looking at her watched, for the hundredth time since Jack had told them his deadlines.

"I REALIZE THAT" McGee snapped at her, instantly sorry. "Sorry Ziva, it's just..."

"I know, I feel the same way." Ziva felt hopeless. She was doing everything she could to help save her two teammates. But that wasn't enough.

Jack had basically said that the kid in the hospital had helped plan this whole thing.

She had talked with the kid and didn't even notice that he was lying.

Right now, there was another agent heading to talk with him again, this time, he wasn't going to leave until they had some answers.

The Director was mad. She wanted to be there, but knew she couldn't leave the building, having too many other things that needed taken care of. She had told Ziva that if they need anything, she would be able to get it for them.

With unlimited supplies, they STILL were nowhere in getting their friends out of this horrible situation.

McGee's watch beeped, interrupted their thoughts. He looked down at his watch, seeing it flash, marking the ten minutes mark.

"OH NO, it can't be ten minutes already..."

The cellphone rang.

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The shadow of a figure loomed over him, laughing. Behind the figure, was a prone figure crumbled to the ground, seemingly still. When he looked closer, he found it to be Gibbs.

Somehow, he knew he was dead.

He turned back to the laughing figure, who had his hand raised, and large, long object in its hand.

It was Caller.

The hand came down.

"NO." Tony gasp, coming awake in a moment. He sat up, letting out a gasp as it pulled at his injury.

"Tony! Are you OK?" Gibbs was suddenly beside him. Where had he come from?

"Hey, are you OK?" Gibbs asked again, when he didn't respond right away.

"Um...Yeah." He looked around and saw that they were alone in the room.

"So, what's going on?" He asked, knowing that from the time, he was shot and now, he HAD to have missed something...not saying he wanted to.

Gibbs filled him in on what he missed during the cellphone call. Telling him that Jack was planning to rough them up if they didn't get the money.

"Let me guess, there's no door number two to go through?" Tony asked, trying to lighten the mood. Knowing that it was only going to get worse as time wore on.

"No Tony, there's no door number two." Gibbs sighed. Tony hadn't been out for very long, but he had woken up at a bad time. Wait, the only good time would be if they were out of here... Gibbs had made a plan, although it was small, it was still a plan. When Jack came in, to make the next call he would—

The door opened.

Jack came in.

"Hello gentlemen. Guess what time it is?"

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