Here's the next chapter for this one, thanks for all the reviews and alerts so far sorry about the wait for the other stories and this one. I am trying to fix that. It seems that my mind wants Tony to suffer at the moment which I suppose you will all enjoy (evil grin). Have fun.

Chapter 4

After waking up in a very cold and very small room, Tony had searched hopelessly for a way out, not that he actually had anywhere to go when he did get out though. Now, all he could do was stare at the darkness he was faced with, there was no light peaking in anywhere, not even slipping under the metal, blot-locked door. Shivering a little, he slid down one of the stone walls, pressing little bits of stone into his back; he rubbed his hands up and down his bare arms, trying to keep warm and wincing as the movements pulled on the already battered and torn skin around his wrists. It was having no effect. The guy had seen fit to remove him off his shirt; he didn't like that one bit and felt very exposed to a guy that had obviously been preparing for this exact moment. The shiver that followed this thought wasn't from his surroundings.

The air was stale, breathing it in almost forced his stomach to rebel, but that could be due to the well placed kicks earlier in the night? He didn't even quite know how long he had been here. Looking around to see if his vision cleared or even adjusted to the darkness, he tried to feel for anything that may be able to escape the room. So far his efforts hadn't been rewarded; only finding bare walls and the floor somewhat grubby with dust and random sticky patches, not that he could exactly tell what the sticky substance was with out seeing it.

He flinched as he heard a scurrying sound; it seemed something was in the room with him. He could only hope it wasn't a rat of some sort. He was startled out of his thoughts when the door swung open, brining with it a blast of light, too bright for his eyes. Shutting his eyes tightly against the light's invasion, he didn't notice the close proximity of his captor. Nor, did he see the calculating look turn malicious on the guys face when he grabbed Tony by the throat and shoved him against the wall with one arm. Choking out the words, Tony struggled, trying to free himself.

"Why…are y-y-you…even…out, Evan " Feeling the arm press him deeper into the wall behind, he tried to struggle harder but the effort was only draining his energy faster as dark spots appeared in his vision.

"That, you don't need to know, Special Agent DiNozzo." The guy whispered harshly into his ear. "All you need to know is that I'm back and you.." he paused for a second, and with his other arm grabbed Tony's arm that had been clawing away at him in a feeble attempt at fighting him off, twisting the hand in such away then slamming it into the wall causing it to break and sent shooting pains up Tony's whole arm. "…will suffer until I see fit to kill you." Releasing the agent from his grasp then stepping back, he watched with satisfaction as the agent slumped down the wall, panting, he face scrunched in agony, cradling the injured hand. He was surprised when the agent tried to whisper out a ragged response.

"You won't be free for long…Gibbs will be coming for you…when he knows you've escaped." Breathing harshly, Tony knew it was a straight up lie but his captor didn't know that, well, that's what he assumed anyway.

Laughing heartily at the ex-NCIS agent, Evan Green decided to let Tony in on something he knew. "That, is where you're wrong. From what I heard, you were recently fired."

Tony fought the urge to be sick at that point, it had been like punching him right in the gut, how the hell did this guy know that? Who the hell had told him? Was Gibbs somehow involved in all of this? When Tony had his breathing and the pain under control he found that he had been left in the dark again.

Barely having the energy to move, he decided it would be easier to count the parts of his body that didn't hurt. He groaned as his little movements to get in to a better position for trying to get some sleep caused spikes of pain to cascade up his arm and round his battered body, he needed to escape and fast before he had no energy at all, but he couldn't see any plausible way out at the moment. Deciding that sleep was necessary if he wanted his body to actually be able to move when he'd thought of a way to escape, he curled as tightly as he could into the foetal position, protecting his aching ribs and throbbing hand from another attack, when it came.

x-X-x

"McGee, you found anything yet?"

Fierce blue eyes bore into him from across the bull pen. "Yes, Boss." McGee paused a little, wondering just quite what to say about what he'd found. It didn't seem to be related but it was the only thing that stood out. The eyes glared and he responded in turn. "Ahh, well, it seems the director has been in contact with Tony's boss from Baltimore."

Gibbs almost choked on the coffee he was drinking, now that he hadn't expected. Just what the hell did Tony's old boss have to do with it? He knew they hadn't parted on good terms but he hadn't thought that he'd try anything. Why so many years later, what had changed?

"You got anything else McGee?" Gibbs ordered, trying to keep a lid on his anger at the director.

"No boss, that's it." McGee shrunk a little as he heard a muttered curse escape Gibbs' mouth.

"Alright, get with Abby; see if you can find anything on the security cameras from Tony's building." With that Gibbs stormed off, heading towards the director's office.

McGee had his own ideas formulating, he would need Abby's help with it though. He wondered a little just how she was handling this whole situation now she knew what had happened. She, after all, along with Ducky and Gibbs, had known Tony the longest.

Ignoring the slight uneasy feeling he had about going up against the director, he knew that it had to be done. Hell, he'd even admit that he had been blinded by the fact that Vance seemed to prefer him over Tony, he had felt useful for a change. He'd even started to bite back at Tony now he had the confidence of the director.

But at what cost he wondered, he had seen the looks and digs sent to Tony from the director and just ignored them, thinking that Tony deserved them for being the joking idiot he was. But then, if Tony was who he showed himself to be, then why would Gibbs have fought so hard to get him back from Agent afloat.

While McGee didn't like being wrong, he knew he had been this time. Knew he had been wrong about Tony DiNozzo. And now, he had no idea if, or how they could fix what had been broken by his own snide comments and Gibbs' seemingly uncaring, bastard ways.

x-X-x

Taking a slow, steady sip from the drink in his hand, Director Leon Vance smiled. He'd finally gotten rid of the pain in the ass agent and he hadn't had to do anything more than speak to a few people. He never did understand Gibbs' need to keep an agent like that; they needed people like McGee in this day and age. It was made even sweeter that Gibbs had been forced to get rid of his own boy.

The smile vanished as Gibbs forced his way into his office. Eyes blazing, lines of anger marking his face.

"You make a habit of believing the words of a disgruntled boss, Leon?"

"You have a habit of hiring people who have no place in NCIS, and disregarding the rules against hacking into federal systems?" Vance replied with equal force, remembering what he had been told by the Baltimore captain, and knowing that Gibbs would only know if he had asked McGee to snoop around.

"Just what the hell do you have against him, director?" Gibbs' voice raised in level.

"This!" Picking up a file from his desk, Vance shoved it into Gibbs clenched hands, forcing them open.

Gibbs looked carefully over the file; the insignia was from Baltimore PD. Flipping it open, he saw why Vance wanted rid of Tony and why he had forced Gibbs to fire him, thinking him a traitor. Gibbs cursed that he hadn't looked into why Vance had forced him in the first place, he'd let his emotions get the better of him and had been blinded by his anger at his agent. Now, his agent was suffering yet again for a mistake he hadn't made.

The file contained an IA report stating Tony had caused the death of a witness. Gibbs himself hadn't been involved in that case; it had been the one just before he had met the younger man. He had wondered about it before deciding to work with the agent on a joint case, but also knew the full story behind it; Tony hadn't been responsible for it. However, the IA had made a field day of dragged his name and reputation through the mud with it. This must have been the original report, before Tony had been cleared of the charges.

"He was cleared." Gibbs stated simply, shoving the file back towards Vance. "How did this come to your attention?" he wondered. "The captain tell you about it?"

"Yes, actually, he did and I have no reason not to believe what he said."

"Did he also tell you that the IA had it in for DiNozzo?" Shaking his head at Vance's own short-sightedness he continued. "They knew his background and were obsessed that he was just like his father. Just a rich kid playing cops and robbers."

"Well he sure seems to play the part well; in this day and age we need a different kind of agent." Vance replied but his argument was failing and he knew it. He'd been blinded by wanting to get rid of a smart ass agent that he hadn't questioned what he'd been told.

"He may not have all the qualifications you want, but you know damn right that he is a good agent. You saw it yourself when you fed him to the wolves. " Gibbs was pissed now, the guilt was on the low but still festered, he'd made his mistake now it was time to get Vance to admit his. Though, he doubted that Vance would care that much.

Vance couldn't really dispel that comment, it was true. He, himself had seen the way DiNozzo's smart mouth could get answers when interrogating people and from his record at NCIS he had guts, even to go against what Gibbs said. Even went against Eli David when Tony himself was being interrogated, he'd turned the tables and got an answer out of him.

"What is this about, Special Agent Gibbs?" he asked wondering why this was all coming up now.

"DiNozzo is missing, disappeared right after he got home by the looks of it they were waiting until they thought nobody would be able to rescue him." Gibbs simply stated.

"Couldn't it just be a coincidence that it happened now?" Gibbs just glared, not believing that were true.

"Why the sudden suspicion on who I'm in contact with?" Vance asked, wondering why he'd been focused on.

"Have to check every lead, Vance." Gibbs smiled a little slyly. They both knew why. "The captain say anything else to you?"

Shaking his head in response, Vance didn't know whether to be angry for being played or for not getting his way by trying to get rid of the agent, but he also knew that Gibbs' team wouldn't have such a good closure record without the boisterous agent. Cursing his own dislike for an agent he knew the agency actually still needed, he spoke up before Gibbs could leave.

"Consider DiNozzo reinstated, if you find him."

Gibbs stopped short, he didn't know what the director was playing at but as long as it got Tony back he didn't really care.

"Why the change?" Gibbs asked more calmly than his previous words.

"I don't like being made to look the fool." So there it was, it was all about appearance to the director. Anger ran through Gibbs blood but he didn't let it over flow, he also knew that the director could see that Tony was needed here. Now all they had to do was find Tony.

TBC

Sorry for the wait and I realise that I have opened this out that could lead to another story. Hmm I will have to think. Hope ya'll like the chapter and you weren't that confused as to the direction this is going.