Right well, i shouldn't be writing this because my dissertation is due on the 10th of may and i have a graded presentation at some point tomorrow but hey i got an idea for this chapter that just wouldn't go away.

Okay so this story is still going to be weird and look like there are gaps everywhere but that's half the fun of the mystery right? Anyway enjoy!

Chapter 6- This was all just so incredibly wrong.

As soon as Gibbs set his eyes upon his house for the second time that evening, he knew immediately that there was something wrong, he could just feel it.

Everything was silent and quite as usual but each step towards his house seemed to unnerve him.

It had only been an hour since he'd last been here but it seemed so...

He couldn't even explain the feeling his gut was throwing at him. It overrode the anger and fear that had been seething since finding no sign of his missing agent, since having been back to the navy yard and put a bolo out for Tony and his car.

But that had been a week ago now and nothing had been found since.

And he had gone to Tony apartment every night since just to see the same thing he had seen a week ago. Absolutely nothing.

They has just simply seemed to have vanished off the face of the planet in the one hour and twenty minutes they had been separated...well it was more like one week, one hour and thirty minutes now looking at his watch.

That was when he noticed the difference between now and an hour ago. Every single light in his house was switched off and that had not been how he left it.

Someone had been here and that thought sank his stomach lower.

There was only about three maybe four meters between his car and the front door to his house, and if he cared to count about ten maybe twelve steps altogether. He'd only made two and his gut wanted him to stop already, as if it didn't want him to see what his own house held.

He powered through because he was Gibbs 'second b for bastard', ex marine and now senior supervisory NCIS field agent, and this was his house and he wasn't going to be scared away by anything.

But that didn't stop the feeling, which was eating its way through every fibre of his being, that was telling him there was something horribly wrong here.

And the feeling only got ten times worse the closer to the door he got. For a split second he thought that he'd stepped on something slippery, but that wasn't what had caught his attention.

His door was ever so slightly open, not so much that if someone walking or driving past that it looked open but enough that anyone who knew the occupant of this house would take note of and be worried that something was wrong.

And there was a smell that had just piqued his senses, one that he hadn't realised until now. But that was...

He slowly opened his door with one hand and lifted his gun with the other, the door knob was oddly warm with some kind of substance but he didn't think about it and wiped it on his pant leg quickly and moved further into his house.

He was just about to turn the lights on when his cell phone rang.

A little startled at the intrusion to the foreboding silence that had surrounded his house, but he answered without hesitation.

"Gibbs...ah." But the voice on the other side of the phone was barely recognisable as the Agent he knew it belonged to.

"Kate, what is it?"

The silence on the end of the phone spoke volumes as to what had been found. It was bad.

"They've found his car.." Kate's voice stuttered to a stop again and he thought that he heard a sniffle, as if she'd been upset.

But wait...that meant...

"What is it agent Todd, was he in the car?" He knew he was being a bastard but the horrid feeling in his gut was inescapable.

"No, he wasn't...but..." Again she stopped as if she didn't want to voice the her next words, though it gave him the opportunity to figure out why his house seemed so could and why the smell seemed so strong now he was inside.

And he realised with an odd new clarity, exactly what the smell was as soon as Kate said her next words.

"It's all over...everywhere...it's just...everywhere...enough so you wouldn't live...the blood."

And he realised it because, as soon as he'd switched on the light to the main room, and the phone and gun he'd been holding fell out of his now slack hands, because it was all over his house.

Blood

Handprints that showed the person they belonged was using the wall for support, footprints that had trailed the horrid substance through the house...he knew what it all looked like because he'd been doing the job for so long and there was that much of it surely the person that it belonged to couldn't still be living.

There was just no way.

Nausea rose up within him at the sight but he forced it back down.

And the horrible feeling in his gut made him turn around instantly at a shuffling sound in his front room.

The figure, whoever it was, was on his hands and knees, his hands frantic, as if searching for something on the floor.

The phone lay forgotten, with Kate questioning where he was through the speaker but Gibbs remembered the gun.

Gibbs levelled his gun at the figure whose face he couldn't see, though his gut was telling him that this person here wasn't someone to be worried of but to be worried for.

All the figure seemed to be do though was spread the still wet blood around the floor, he obviously couldn't find what he was looking for and it was heart-breaking for Gibbs to watch how this unknown figure was desperate.

But then it all clicked.

"Tony!"

The figure stilled in his actions but didn't stand up or turn around and was still hidden from view and it was killing Gibbs.

He moved as quickly as he dared so he wouldn't startle the younger man, and it turned out it was a snail's pace but his body wouldn't push him any faster. It took everything he had to try and figure out the situation before him and he still came up short on an explanation for all this.

Tony hadn't moved since Gibbs had shouted his name and it was so unnatural for the usually ever moving younger agent that it didn't sit right with Gibbs but then the whole situation hadn't sat right with him since Tony had gotten back from his vacation never mind what he'd learnt before Tony had gone missing.

Gibbs was now standing next to Tony and the only action Tony took was to tense up because Gibbs was too close.

And Tony was mumbling something.

Something that Gibbs couldn't make out and he hated it.

This was all just so incredibly wrong.

"Tony?" With the question Tony's voice became loud enough to hear but the hoarseness in it caused Gibbs to flinch, it sounded so raw, as if the man had been screaming at some point and for so long that he just couldn't bear to think about.

"Where are they?" And Tony started to search again through the blood on the ground that seemed to have grown in volume even if it was ever so slight. Tony was hurt and Gibbs needed to do something to help him but damn it if the look in the younger man's eyes made him try to answer his question first before thinking...because that's what he wasn't doing right now, thinking, and just playing by hear. If Tony was still conscious then the injury wouldn't be so bad.

But then this was Tony they were talking about.

And he'd been conscious before after a serious injury.

And this was just wrong, Gibbs' brain repeated more forcefully.

"Where are they?" Tony repeated his question, the tone distressed and scared.

"Where are who?" Gibbs tone wasn't much better than the younger man's, not after he saw the injuries when Tony had moved slightly to face him.

"I don't...I...Gibbs?" It was as if Tony had only just realised Gibbs was even there and he looked around and took in the scene and where he was and asked the most impossible question.

"Are you okay, Gibbs?"

Gibbs remained silent and the younger man's expressions changed to worry from whatever it had been so fast that it made Gibbs dizzy.

That was when he heard the sirens coming closer to his house and he remembered the unfinished conversation he'd been having with Kate about Tony's car and the blood that had been found there.

And all Gibbs could think was how unbelievably wrong this whole situation was.

TBC

It wasn't that bad of a cliff hanger right? My muse wanted to end it when Gibbs saw all the blood in his house for the first time but i told her to be quiet and keep writing but i'm afraid Tony took the fall for that the poor thing. So what in the hell is going on here then? Don't worry things will start being explained soon i promise...should be able to write more in about three weeks as well once my final presentations and dissertation are done with. Thanks for reading everyone!