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Special Thanks to: 'yaonne-san' 'AngelEyes' 'kamadi' (I appriciate you all, Thank you again)

At 10 minutes past 10, Jonas entered the house. He went in through the front door which was usual for him, he was told by Gibbs that he must not do anything that might be considered strange or unusual in his routine until the very last moment when he would go upstairs and get Tony.

But that was over an hour away and until then Jonas wouldn't do anything that might ruin the chance that they had been given. In fact as Jonas was walking through the hall that would eventually lead him to the kitchen, he knew that if push came to shove he would do everything it would take to make sure that Tony got out of this alright.

When Jonas got to the kitchen he turned on the lights, and after a small flash they came on, dimly at first but after a few minutes the light seemed to warm up and grow in power. When Jonas was able to see the whole kitchen clearly he shuffled along to the centre aisle where the sink was full of the dishes from the day before.

Jonas preferred to do the dishes in the morning rather than spending time the night before. It gave him time to think while he automatically washed and dried them before putting them back in their rightful places. He thought about all the times that Tony had come downstairs and asked how he 'Bob' was doing; he smiled slightly at that thought.

He had grown so used to being called Bob that he was actually going to miss it slightly. When this was all over and Tony went back to his job, he liked to think that they would still keep in touch, even meet up sometimes. He couldn't imagine Tony not seeing him and calling out a cheerful 'Morning Bob' as he moved and sat down to watch him go about his daily chores.

Jonas sighed, Tony had become like a sort of surrogate son to him, and it saddened him to think of how much Tony had been through. Black eyes, bruised ribs, bruised arms… there were lots of bruises; they covered almost all of his body at first.

Arms, legs, lots of little cuts that were made from the scratching of nails on skin, then there was the amount of blood that must have been drunk from him, all in all, if Tony didn't get out of here it would kill him.

Finishing the dishes, Jonas then moved to wipe down the benches, opening the cupboard under the sink, he reached for a bottle of anti bacterial spray. Turning the spray lid to open, he sprayed it on all the benches.

'What if it all went wrong? What if as he was sneaking up the stairs, Thomas heard him and he was waiting for him. What if he snapped his neck and then went to Tony's room where he then sucked him dry. No! No he wouldn't do that, even worse he'd turn Tony into a vampire and Tony would spend an eternity hating himself probably trying to kill himself, which he wouldn't be able to do because Thomas would make sure to keep him alive.'

Jonas shivered, that would be worse, Tony would suffer greatly if he didn't manage to get up those stairs, get Tony and get them down to that front door in time. Wiping down the bench with a wet cloth Jonas pushed all negative thoughts out of his head and looked at the clock.

Less than one hour left before he would walk up those stairs and he would either get Tony out of the house or he would fail. The clock seemed to slow as the seconds passed ridiculously slow.

Gibbs, McGee and Abby stood outside, they had just watched as Jonas wandered up to the house where Tony was being kept. 'God! They could have Tony back within less than 2 hours!' Gibbs thought. He couldn't wait; he had a major adrenaline build up in his system, which had his thoughts flittering like a butterfly from one thing to the other.

Usual people might get the shakes but he was too well trained for that so instead he just tried to focus on Tony.

'Tony was in there. Tony could be out any minute, making the same usual jokes and give Abby a massive hug, McGee will be teased and he… Tony would give him the look that says, 'I'm alright Boss… I knew you had my six'… Yes, everything will be fine'

Gibbs thought, he also thought that he might be starting to sound a little naïve but he didn't want to think about anything that might have hurt Tony.

Abby stood looking at the house and shuddered, it looked creepy. Not the creepy that would typically be thought evil, more the fact that it was an ordinary house that seemed to have several windows bricked up and others that seemed to have been painted with thick black paint that gave the overall impression of darkness. Abby hated it!

On most occasions she would have most likely loved it, found it interesting and "funky", but at the moment, she hated it with all her passion. It encompassed Tony and kept him hidden from the rest of the world.

Her idea after the rescue was a bulldozer; she wanted to crack the building into tiny little pieces. To let it collapse like her heart had when she had thought Tony was really gone. She hoped that's how vampires really did die as well, it was what Thomas deserved, she hoped for lots of pain.

McGee stood watching the door where Jonas disappeared into and where in one hour and thirty minutes, Tony would be making his way out. He looked at the door… really looked at it. It was nothing special, yet it would become so, because it would be the exit that Tony would come through.

It would bring Tony back to his friends, back to his family, because that's what they where. They were a family and Tony needed to come back because the team seemed to have grown slightly apart without him. They were strained without him, there was no-one to mediate and ease the tension.

That door was special because Tony would finally come through it and be back to where he belongs.

It was time; Jonas put down what he was doing and moved swiftly to the bottom of the stairs. Gripping each of his hands tightly on the banisters on either side of the stairs he pushed up putting most of his weight on them rather than on the stairs below him. His arms strained slightly with the effort but there was no way he would risk not doing this and then getting caught by Thomas.

Taking his time as much as he would allow he moved carefully from step to step, pausing halfway through when he heard movement. If Jonas was a cat, his ears, whiskers and tail would be twitching, but as it was Jonas just froze until he was sure the noise was gone before resuming his journey.

When he was at the top he let out the breath he had swallowed and turned skilfully to the right and opened the door to Tony's bedroom. Moving like a shadow he slipped quietly into his room and made his way to Tony's bed. He wasn't there! Jonas turned quickly and looked around the room.

It was empty.

Quickly realising he had little time he walked out the room and made his way to the library. He didn't bother trying to hide any noise; he just hoped that if Thomas heard anything he would think it was Tony moving around. Swinging open the door to the library he moved quickly inside.

That was the moment he heard two doors creaking and collapsing in on themselves, Gibbs teams were moving in and they weren't in place. He should have been quicker up the stairs.

Tony jumped in front of him, "Wha…?" Jonas quickly shushed him and grabbed his arm, pulling him quickly down behind a chair. "Shh!" Jonas mouthed to Tony before pulling him closer which was just in time as the door to the library was violently pushed open.

Tony looked up suddenly as he heard a bang and the door was pushed open suddenly, "Wha…?" Jonas looked panicked and when he saw him he ran over to him and grabbed his arm before pulling him down to the floor and telling him to keep quiet. He then pulled him into himself and then the door to the library slammed open.

Tony held his breath and didn't move a muscle, he looked and Jonas questionably confused to what was going on when he heard movement from downstairs. That when he it clicked and he realised that this was it. This was his rescue which meant that it was Thomas standing behind them, Tony looked and Jonas panicked. What if Thomas found them?

Tony looked desperately at Jonas who pulled him tighter, when there was movement behind them they sucked in an even deeper breath. The sound moved away swiftly to Tony's bedroom. Slowly they let out the breath they had been holding but didn't move an inch; they heard Thomas in Tony's room.

He was screaming, "TONY! WHERE ARE YOU! YOU'LL REGRET HIDING FROM ME! YOU'LL NEVER BE FREE… I OWN YOU!" Tony looked scared; in fact if it wasn't for the fact that Jonas had he held in a tight comforting hold, Tony was sure he'd be rocking back and forth in a corner some where.

Thomas ran from room to room, he could hear people at the bottom of the stairs, making their way up them, obviously coming for him and Tony.

Tony wasn't anywhere; he wasn't in the library, his room, not even the office.

He had sworn to Tony that he should never be allowed in their without his permission, but if he had found him there now he wouldn't have cared. Thomas turned around in his office to find the exit cut off, he smiled, "Well well well… do you really think that a gun will stop me" Thomas said as he straightened his stance and all but snarled at Gibbs.

"No, but I'd expect it to slow you down as I stake you repeatedly through your little black heart!"

"Hmm… let's get on with it then"

Gibbs and Thomas looked at each other straight in the eyes for a long moment, calming themselves before the big fight that they knew was about to take place. It was Thomas who moved first, he flung himself at a startling speed at Gibbs, but no matter how fast he was, Gibbs was faster.

Lifting his arm he quickly trailed the weapon on his target, five shots ran out. Thomas gasped and fell back, then let out an ear piecing scream when a wooden stake slid smoothly into his heart. Thomas looked up as Gibbs loomed over him still grasping the stake, he was smiling cruelly, savouring the moment, before he leaned over and whispered smugly in his ear,

"Nobody takes away my family… my SON! And those that attempt it… well lets just say they don't live to long after I meet them… Nobody gets away with hurting my family!"

Once finished Gibbs twisted the stake and Thomas cried out once more, before finally succumbing to the darkness that swept around his vision.

Thomas' body imploded and turned to ash, Gibbs didn't show any outward emotion to this, but inside his was stunned. He was actually a vampire, he couldn't believe it… pushing his view on the world aside for the moment he stood up and turned to McGee and the others who looked stunned.

"Any sign of Tony?" Gibbs asked the room, he didn't care who answered.

"None yet… we'll look now…" McGee trailed off as he and the others started searching the rooms. He couldn't believe it when they past the threshold and Tony weren't there; he stopped for a moment before continuing.

It didn't mean anything… they could have gotten caught up, deciding to hide somewhere else instead. Splitting up they searched all the rooms, it was Gibbs who entered the library. Standing at the door, he looked around before moving further into the room, "Tony?" he called out lightly, wondering why he didn't just shout for him earlier.

"Gibbs? Is that really you?" Tony whispered, before peaking his head up from over the chair. When he saw Gibbs he almost stopped breathing before he got up and ran to him, rapping his arms around him in a hug before realising that this was Gibbs, but as he moved to pull back and apologise Gibbs tightened his arms around him and said words that startled and cheered Tony instantly, "Good to have you back son, the team… the family missed you. I missed you"

A tear made its way down Tony's cheek, when he did move back from Gibbs, he wiped it away. A squeeze on his shoulder made him turn, Jonas stood their and smiled, "Your going home."

Tony nodded, "Thank you… I don't think I can tell you that enough but… thank you" Jonas nodded and went to make his way out of the house, before leaving the room he turned to talk to Tony once more, "You deserve this Tony, Goodbye"

When Tim heard Gibbs call of 'We've found him' he practically ran towards the voice, when he actually saw Tony, he ran so fast, he tripped sending both him and Tony to the floor. Tony looked up at McGee and laughed, "I always thought we'd end up like this someday, but I always thought I'd be in a boxing ring, and i'd be a lot older" McGee looked down grinning like the Cheshire cat,

"Good to have you back Tony… the place wasn't the same… oh and thanks for the catch." Tim stood pulling Tony up with him, and looked to Gibbs.

"Okay people; let's get out of here… people to see." Gibbs said in all his Gibb-ness.

"Sure boss, on your six" Both Tony and McGee said proudly.

Gibbs turned and made his way outside, smiling as he went.

The Next Day…

Gibbs opened the fridge and grabbed a pack of beer from the fridge before making his way back to the sofa, chucking one at Tony he sat down beside him and started up the DVD, he wasn't too sure what it was but that didn't matter, it was just there to look at when he talked to Tony.

"What happened?"

Straight to the point, typical Gibbs Tony thought.

"A lot happened Gibbs… and I'm not sure if I'm ready to talk about all of it so could you be a little more specific?"

"How did he hurt you?"

Tony didn't move, the one question that he didn't want to be asked, Gibbs asked first.

"I… he hit me, bruised a few bones, sprained a few wrists and ankles… nothing much"

"I don't think that's really all…" Gibbs trailed on, "… I want to know. I need to know all of it."

Tony looked at Gibbs and told him, everything. Halfway through Gibbs had moved closer to Tony to offer more support, he had even punched the sofa at one point, but he never looked pitiful at Tony for which he was thankful.

When they had finished Gibbs had pulled Tony into the longest hug he had ever had in his life before pulling him up and moving him down the hall to the spare bedroom. Tony smiled at him as much as his emotional state would allow before moving to lie in the bed.

"Sleep well Tony… I'll be next door, no one will ever get you again son" Gibbs turned off the light and shut the door to.

Tony snuggled deeper into the covers, Gibbs had called him 'son', yes he was finally home, back amongst his friends, his family. Tony sighed happy for the first time in seven months, unafraid that someone would come into the room when he was asleep.

Finally he was home.

This ending bugs me but i hope your okay with it - if not please tell me and i'll puzzle over it for a little while longer.

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