"Tony?" Gibbs asked into the darkness as he started to wake up. He blinked. Complete silence. He was bound tightly, hands behind his back, feet bound together, laying on his side in something that was moving. It was loud. Then hethought about what had happened as the day played through his head. Someone shot Winnie, someone drugged him and Tony, hoods over their heads. "Tony?" Gibbs was more desperate now. No reply. Could mean he was alone. Gibbs tried moving slightly, and to his big surprise felt a warm leg under his hands. He shook the leg slightly. "Tony, is that you?" he asked. He was rewarded with a groan, and smirked, definetly Tony, he'd know that groan anywhere. "Tony, wake up" Gibbs said.

"I'm up, you masochist" Tony mumbled.

"You're not awake yet, hey, listen, don't be frightened, I'm right here, it's only dark because we have hoods over our heads, you're not alone, are you listening?" Gibbs asked when he felt Tony tense up.

"Y..yeah, definetly listening.. you think Winnie's gonna make it?" Tony asked. Gibbs blinked. Even now, Tony was more concerned for Winnie than himself, "are you okay Jet?" Tony asked, ripping Gibbs out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine, and you?" Gibbs asked.

"Nothing broken at least, a little bruised from where Monica hit me though..Winnie called her Monica, and so did you, you think it really was her?" Tony asked.

"Dunno, not so sure about it, could've been a relative when I think about it now" Gibbs said.

"You think Winnie's gonna make it?" Tony asked again. Gibbs sighed.

"I dunno. Sure hope so, she makes one helluva breakfast" Gibbs chuckled, and Tony chuckled with him.

"We're hog tied with hoods over our heads, in what sounds like a private jet, Winnie got shot, and all you can think about is food? You've been spending too much time with me" Tony said, making them both chuckle again, before falling silent, "where do you think we're going?" Tony asked.

"Dunno" Gibbs said.

"Oh thanks, big help" Tony muttered, sighing.

"Don't roll your eyes on me" Gibbs said.

"How did you.. bastard" Tony mumbled the last word.

"Hey, I heard that" Gibbs said. Tony sighed. They were definetly in a plane. Somewhere. Somewhere over an ocean probably. Tony felt the drug rearing it's ugly face again, and before he knew it, he was plummeting down into complete oblivion once again, "Tony?" Gibbs asked as he felt Tony go limp. No response. Gibbs sighed. Tony was still recovering, and would be much more receptive of the drug than himself. After all, Tony was still building muscles, and still remembering new stuff.

"You think they're awake?" a voice asked suddenly. Gibbs lay completely still. Maybe he had the upper hand now, if he only could get out of these ropes.

"Nah, the drug is very effective, you know who made it, so you know there's some special effects, like second round.. they've probably been awake a little, but right now? Second round, knocked out until we get there, there's no way of escaping it" a second voice said. Crap. Second round. Gibbs didn't dare move, and he felt suddenly tired. Second round. Crap, was all he thought as he passed out once again.

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AN: Short, but you needed to know they're transported with aircraft.. heee heee heeee... lot's of opportunity's to get some whumping, in other words.. heee heee heee...

Disclaimer: All hail DPB..

BRAINS!