Disclaimers: I do not own the NCIS show. I don't own the characters. Yup, so even though I wish it won't happen.

A/N: There is another question out there that concerns a certain author.  Do not worry I have made sure that it will be answer.

The humor that Gibbs had felt yesterday with Jen had waned once he got home. He remembered his earlier worries about Tony and it struck him hard. He knew that the covert operations weren't the only thing that Tony was hiding. No, he knew better. He just didn't like the odds of it being the resurfacing of the pneumonic plague. It was another day at work. He was expecting Tony to return from whatever he was doing later at about nine. But he still felt a horrible warning that struck his gut. Something was wrong. He wasn't sure what but he was fearful about the repercussions against Tony.

He sat at his desk. He wasn't really paying attention to Ziva's and McGee's doings. After all there really wasn't that much work to do this week. So, he decided to do what he had caught Ziva doing. He decided to check out about what exactly the pneumonic plague is and what its symptoms are.

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Little did Gibbs know was that exactly as he did that Tony was locked up in a cell. His hands were cuffed and bleeding. His left ribcage not exactly broken but cracked and it pained him more than anything. His toes were broken. His nose was broken as well. He had incisions from his waist thanks to the evil surgeon that Mr. Peters used in his interrogation.

The interrogation was to get out information from his mouth. No, not an interrogation but a torture conversation; a torture that nearly made him speak about everything he knew. But he didn't because he couldn't. He would not betray his country and he would not betray Jen. So the torture had dragged on until dawn. So they dragged him to the cell. Handcuffed him and tied the key to the cell five feet away from his eyesight and up in the air as if to taunt him with the little hope of freedom.

He was in pain. He was tired. He was not yet broken but he felt that if the torture continued then he knew that his sanity could be lost. And yet he couldn't help but think about his disease. The plague that was inside of him was still free. And he smiled.

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Gibbs was now reading everything he can about the Y. pestis. He was reading on a reliable site and read a simple version of explanation.

Pneumonic plague occurs when Y. pestis infects the lungs. This type of plague can spread from person to person through the air. Transmission can take place if someone breathes in aerosolized bacteria, which could happen in a bioterrorist attack. (Gibbs scowled at that statement. He knew very well on being attacked that way. It was an attack that scarred Tony.) Pneumonic plague is also spread by breathing in Y. pestis suspended in respiratory droplets from a person (or animal) with pneumonic plague. Droplet transmission occurs when bacteria or viruses travel on relatively large respiratory droplets that people sneeze, cough, drip, or exhale. The travel only short distances before settling usually less than 3 feet. The droplets are obviously loaded with infectious particles.

They can be spread directly if people are close enough to each other. More often, though, fomites are involved. The droplets land on hands, toys, tables, mats, or other surfaces, where they sometimes remain infectious for hours. Hands that come in contact with these surfaces (doorknobs, telephones, pens, etc.) become contagious. When the infectious hand touches the nose or eyes, the infection is able to enter the new person.

At this Gibbs sighs. If Tony does have his pneumonic plague back and didn't tell him then Tony could have infected all must all of them. But he couldn't bring himself to take action just yet. Because he didn't know if Tony's illness returned. He just didn't know.

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Tony smiled. He knew what type of consequence would be laid upon him when he chose to hide about his returning illness. He knew about the warnings that his doctor gave him. Yet he also knew that this time something strange was happening. The plague had returned and yet he wasn't always able to infect other people. The doctor had said that it was only in him unless he laid a sputum at a person. Now at first Tony didn't know what a sputum was until the doctor explained that it was a matter, actually saliva mixed with mucus or pus, expectorated from the lungs and respiratory passages.

The image in his mind from that description didn't help him at all back then but it did now. He smile transformed into a sly grin. Sure, they would continue to torture him but he had a weapon. He had sputum.

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Gibbs worried. So he read on:

Pneumonic plague may also occur if a person with bubonic or septicemic plague is untreated and the bacteria spread to the lungs.

That also worried Gibbs. What if Tony did still have it and he didn't treat it even though he refused to tell Gibbs? What would happen to his agent and to the rest of the agency?

Then he found the Symptoms and Treatment section. He didn't want to look but he needed evidence of some sort and this was it. And so he read on:

Severe cough. Frothy, bloody sputum. Difficulty breathing. High fever. Chills. Headache. Rapid breathing. Rapidly progressing pneumonia. Pneumonia. Bright read sputum. Foamy red sputum. Rapid shock. Fever. Enlarged lymph nodes. Body pains. Chest discomfort. Increasing chest pain. Hypoxia. Haemoptysis. Shortness of breath. Watery sputum. Maybe respiratory failure. Death.

Gibbs didn't like any of the symptoms. He didn't like any of them at all. Why? Because some were some things that he didn't know. Others were too easy to forget about such as the headaches. And some were just plain horrifying especially the word death.

He did not like that word. He had faced it so many times with Tony that he didn't know if he could survive another one and with having a chance of succeeding. Life wasn't fair to him and neither was it fair to Tony. He sighed and read more…

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Tony remembered the shock that his doctors had when they realized that he was not dead. Why? Because he did not respond to the antibiotics that must be given within 24 hours of first symptoms. He was given streptomycin, gentamicin, the tetracyclines, and chloramphenicol but shockingly neither gave him the effective help against the pneumonic plague that haunted him. It surely made him feel a little stronger but he couldn't happen to but wonder then and now if there was anything that could help him stop the pain and live the new future.

Antibiotic treatment is for 7 days. It was supposed to protect people who have had direct, close contact with infected patients. He knew fairly well that a plague vaccine is not currently in the United States. He knew was living in a cold hearted Hell.

He grinned wider. Yes, he was a case that shocked many. And then it all finally came. His breathing became rapid, his eyes rolled back, and his head ached harder and harder. He felt chills all down his legs and his spine. He started coughing. He started sweating. His ribs hurt and his toes hurt and the pain in his arms didn't help at all. He hears the door away from open. He calms down but he pain is still there as two men come to take him out of the shackles.

He traveled blind folded up a stairs and stairs. He was unfolded by Mr. Peters and that was then he saw the torture table once again. He shivered.

Mr. Peters just smiled and said, "Please, I need information now. Don't let me drag and drag this on."

And then it began again.

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Early treatment of pneumonic plague is essential. To reduce the chance of death, antibiotics must be given within 24 hours of first symptoms. Streptomycin, gentamicin, the tetracyclines, and chloramphenicol are all effective against pneumonic plagues.

Antibiotic treatment for 7 days will protect people who have direct, close contact with infected patients. Wearing a close fitting surgical mask also protects against infection.

No, there are no plague vaccines in the U.S. A.

Gibbs rubbed his cheeks. He had to make another hard decisions. He either had to keep working a forget about his worries or believe in them and save others.

He had to act. His choice was set. He picked up his phone and dialed a three major numbers.

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Tony was now strapped to a chair. They all laughed at him and his weakness but he glared confidently at them all. Mr. Peters took out something a from a tool box. It was ancient looking and very evil like. Tony did not like the look of it at all.

"Do you know what this is?" Peters asked. He stared at the device that he was holding. "It's called the Thumbscrew torture."

Tony flinched at the name but Peters merely grinned sadistically. "It was used in the Middle Ages but most notoriously during the Inquisition." Peters and the other men laughed. He then continued with a sly soft voice, "When a victim refused to reveal a sensitive information, he or she would be subject to this device: the ever daunting thumbscrew." Then explained further by doing it exactly to Tony's left hand. "The victim's hands were placed in the devise." He did so, on Tony no matter how hard Tony tried to fight. "And the torturer, me, would crush the victims fingers slowly like this."

He started turning the ring on the device which made it push a force that bore no mercy on Tony's knuckles. "Who do you work for?" Peters asked.

Tony bit his lip. He felt the symptoms of his illness wanting to return but he forced them back. He was baring himself for the rest of the torture. He did not need his illness ruining everything.
"Answer me!" Peters said in annoyance making the device tighter around Tony's knuckles.

"I work for your mother!" Tony said with a conniving grin. "She give you her regards and says go $# yourself!"

Peters was furious but he did make a final turn to break Tony's fingers. No, he was cool and withdrawn. Sure the comment stung him but he remained single minded and let himself focus. He removed the device and handed it to his henchman.

"Have you heard of the Pear of Anguish?" he asked with a playful tone.

Tony felt the blood drip from his lip as he shook his head. "I bet it's something you like to use for fun in a masturbating sense!" he mocked. He knew he should shut up and let the torture continue but he couldn't. This was what he had to do to keep himself alive. He needed to find a spot where he could hurt Peters. He found a small one concerning Peters mother but he needed a bigger one. He needed a space or a hole. So he kept on knew that he must keep insulting his torturer.

Mr. Peters grimaced. "How dare you insult my behavior and honor with such a ludicrous statement!" He was infuriated.

Tony laughed. He hit another small but effective spot. "By that response it seems I hit my mark." He laughed harder. "What you can't satisfy the ladies and you can't even turn on men so you decide that masturbating with various items is the only way to be fully pleasured in your sick way! Great name for whatever you use. The Pear of Anguish… I bet it gives you much anguish!"

He notices that one of Mr. Peter's henchmen coughs out a suppressed laugh. He grinned. Yes, he was getting closer an closer to home. He knew it when he saw Peters red face and when he saw the pure raw intense anger inside Peters' eyes.

But once again Peters focused himself. Yet his eyes grew even more deadly. His face was drawn to resemble stone as he coldly explained what the Pear of Anguish really is. "It is a part of Medieval Torture."

Tony's grin didn't fade. But his mirth inside did. The humor inside immediately fade but he didn't show it.

"It's a extremely painful device used to punish homosexuals, witches, and women accused of inducing a miscarriage." Peters continued with an intensity that showed his awe with torture devices of old. That awe and admiration for such devices certainly freaked Tony out. "The Pear of Anguish had the shape of a pear; (as he continues he shows Tony the device and in the air does what he talks about) as a handle was turned, like this, the spoon-shaped lobes opened; see, and it increased pain. Even though the Pear of Anguish was mostly used for oral punishments, homosexuals had it fixed in their anus and women in their vagina. It caused severe pain, after this, the torture was employed in the mouth; the victim's teeth would get destroyed; making blood pour out of the victim's mouth often causing death."

"If introduced in the anus or vagina, death was a step away. The Pear of Anguish was rarely washed in those days, thus causing infections very frequently. So you see that if the victim didn't die by an infection however, he or she would perish by other diseases caused by the sever damage by his or her intestines."

Tony suddenly got his courage once more even though he felt his headache and the chills return. "What's this I see, Mr. Peters? You have such a remarkable obsessive love or fascination with these torture devices. Medieval aren't they? What makes a business man like you so like the rest of the men you have promised the throw aside? You are no different than Karl Peyton. You are exactly alike Mikhail Romanov!"

"I AM NOTHING LIKE THAT BASTARD ROMANOV!" Peters shouted in repulsive way. His anger was throbbing within him. "I AM A BUSINESS MAN. KARL PEYTON AND MKHAIL ROMANOV ARE VERMIN WHO HAVE NO CLASS AND WHO DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE DIPLOMATS. THEY KILL WOMEN AND CHILDREN. THEY ARE THE REAL BAD GUYS. I AM NOTHING BUT A BUSINESS MAN!"

He soothed himself with a soft muttering of French and then glared once more at Tony. "The Pear of Anguish will be the second to the last thing I will use on you. So I suggest you give me your answer for this question: Who do you work for?"

Tony didn't like this medieval fascination anymore but he couldn't help but humor in it all once more. He didn't appreciate the screaming asserting statements from Peters. He didn't believe it. He laughed once more. "Mikhail and Karl are better men than you Peters!" he said with a distinct edge to his voice. "Why? Because they tell the truth and you! You lie… You are nothing but a coward liar!"

With that he was slapped hard by Peters. But he laughed more. "You can't even say anything to deny that accusation! You are worthless…"

Mr. Peters put his face so close to Tony's as his hands squeezed Tony's. They could see each other eye to eye and they could feel their breaths. "I am not worthless. I am a business man who undoubtedly controls all of England. Do not question my power."

Tony felt himself want to cough. He knew what he had to do. So when Mr. Peters began to talk again he spit his sputum inside Mr. Peters' mouth and the man swallowed. But after this Mr. Peter's eyes widen in shock. He stepped back and slaps Tony again. "HOW DARE YOU GIVE ME SUCH AN INSULT!" he was cried in fury. He turned to leave and left an order: "Torture him until he screams and has tears."

He left Tony alone.

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A/N: Oh, my! Tony! Tony! What is going to happen!?! What the $# is happening?

A/N2: Oh well. I hope you enjoyed this. I will try to update sooner. Whoa isn't this a long chapter? Oh well it had to be!

Disclaimers2: I do not own the NCIS and I never will. I do not own the torture devices the people who "own" or "invented" them do. The curse word that is hidden in $ is the "f" one just in case you didn't know.

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