A/N: Ask, and you shall receive! Another rather short chapter, but nonetheless. See first chapter for disclaimer. As always, I hope you enjoy, and please review! :)


Chapter 6: Rescue Me

Tony looked around the room with glazed eyes, feeling slightly unconscious. The henchmen stood back, with Richard watching and waiting. "Are you ready to give up yet, Anthony?" Richard asked, bored.

"DiNozzo's…" Tony began, before being cut off by a painful cough. He felt the blood from the cut in his mouth choke him slightly, and he coughed harder. "DiNozzo's don't give up," he managed.

"Your loss," Richard droned, rolling his eyes. The henchmen continued their particularly brutal assault, and Tony wondered just how much more his body would take before reaching the ultimate end.

He was afraid of that.

*~*~*~*

"I've got something!" Abby declared, causing Palmer and Ducky to jump. "I think I know where they have him!" She rushed out of the lab, running up the stairs to the bullpen. The two of them followed her, and found her causing quite a stir in the bullpen by the time they got up there.

"What is it, Abbs?" Gibbs asked softly. Fornell, Ziva, and McGee also watched with curiosity.

"I was taking another look at the evidence from the original scene, and I found in the footprint treads a strange trace. I ran it, and it came back as firemen's foam."

"So, they are holding him in a burned out building?" Ziva asked.

"There's more," Abby said. "There was also a type of mold attached to it, and this mold only likes to grow in cold, dark climates, like a basement. So, I was looking into burned buildings, and I found that Chip's old house had suffered a fire recently… not enough to completely destroy the building, but enough to bring the fire department and use foam. The house has a basement, and is right on the water, where it's cool and damp this time of year." She produced the paper, and Gibbs took it quickly, kissing her on the cheek.

"Great work, Abby," he said softly. Ziva, McGee, and Fornell grabbed their gear and headed toward the elevator, following Gibbs. They were bringing their agent home one way or another.

*~*~*~*

The agents surrounded the house, with Fornell sticking to the front with Gibbs while Ziva and McGee prepared to enter through the back. The guards were easy enough for the teams to take out, as they were not as big as the henchmen downstairs. The two teams met up in the house, planning their entrance into the basement.

*~*~*~*

Richard and the henchmen heard the gunfight upstairs, followed by the silence. Realizing quickly that they were under attack, they left the now-unconscious Tony to prepare to ambush the group of people walking down the stairs.

*~*~*~*

Gibbs and Fornell led the way down the stairs, both prepared for any ambush that may come from whoever was guarding Tony down there. The rest of the house had already been deemed to be clear, and now it was a matter of saving Gibbs' senior field agent. They entered the basement carefully, walking slowly into the first room. The room was clear, but the second door was closed.

Without warning, the door burst open, and Richard immediately opened fire. Gibbs, Fornell, Ziva, and McGee ducked for cover while firing back, hitting Richard and the henchmen as they made their way through the door. Within moments, the firefight was over, and the henchmen laid dead on the floor alongside Richard.

Gibbs immediately rushed into the back room, holstering his weapon while Fornell radioed in for EMTs and other backup. Ziva and McGee made their way to the door, finding themselves unable to walk any further in.

Tony laid on the table, covered in blood and nothing else. As Gibbs worked to unchain him, he stirred quietly, looking over at him. "Boss," he said, his voice tired and hoarse. Ziva turned away, calling Ducky downstairs. McGee bit his lip at the weakness in Tony's voice, and Fornell turned his back to Gibbs and Tony.

"It's okay, Tony," Gibbs said. "You're safe now."

"I'm sorry, Boss," Tony said, his voice growing weaker.

"Not your fault."

Tony didn't get a chance to refute that statement as he slipped back into the land of the unconscious. Gibbs sighed, putting his hand on Tony's.

"Hang in there, DiNozzo."

*~*~*~*

Ducky came rushing in, carrying his medical bag with him. He halted slightly at the sight of Tony lying on the table, covered in his own blood. Ducky felt his heart drop into his stomach as he sighed deeply. "Oh, my dear boy," he breathed softly, frowning. Gibbs took a few steps back but continued to hold Tony's hand. Ducky quickly began to clean and assess Tony's injuries, doing his best to patch up the young man in the field. The doctors at the hospital could do better when Tony got there, and Ducky was going to make sure he got there.

The paramedics were the next to rush into the scene, seeing Ducky bandaging him up. Quickly, and with Ducky's help, they got Tony onto the stretcher and out into the ambulance. Gibbs went with him, leaving the team to do their job in the wake of their discovery.