She cried harder than she had in a long time. The rain was thrown against the large buildings, overlooking Washington. Her mind was a buzz every time the racket of rain landed on her small ears and drowned out the sound of whimpering and anguishes surrounding her. The black marks stained her white cheeks and left a small trail on its way down, looking almost artistic.
She could feel McGee trembling beside her. They were a mess, every single one of them. It was hardly the first time that a team member was down, but never had they experienced it first hand and unable to do anything about it. Abby spared a glance to the different people in the room. Gibbs was silent, constantly staring at the top of Tony's head. McGee was shaking, staring defiantly at the floor. It was clear he was refusing to look at Tony.
She couldn't really see Tony too well. The parts she could see, he had his head on his chest once again. The sweat was dropping off his forehead and his face white, not the usual tanned colour.
They had been left once again for an hour, which was done in complete silence. Her cheek stung red from the slap earlier. McGee, of course, had tried to help her once it happened but was left immobile by his bindings. They couldn't do anything.
It would be the last time he would go surfing. Suddenly waves didn't sound so pleasant when it could be used to describe the pain he was in. Unspeakable throbbing danced and played around inside his body. Most people think of the worst pain being when there is blood involved. With blood, you could wipe it away or stop if flowing, but when you are unable to stop the stream of feeling or not knowing where it will hit next was worse. He now knew that.
Tony neither had the energy nor motivation to lift his head from his chest to return the stare he could feel. Those ocean blue eyes that had swept across him almost from the beginning almost sensing another wave.
"Gibbs. Just S-say I-it." He managed to sound out from his chattering lips. Gibbs paused at responding before finally saying the first thing that came to his head.
"I don't know what to say, DiNozzo."
"Of C-course Y-you do…" He shut his eyes tight as pain flew across his body. "You're Gibbs!" Tony said determinedly, as if trying to cling on to anything that kept his spirits up.
Gibbs smiled ruefully. The kid had so much praise for him, even when he was just sitting and unable to help.
"I-I'm s-s-sure you can come up w-with something, boss. G-get u-u-s out of this mess." DiNozzo would have chuckled if he had the strength.
"Just rest Tony. I'll get us out." The words were out of his mouth before he even realised. He mentally head-slapped himself when he saw the new desire in Tony's body language.
"R-r-rest?"
"Yeah Tony. Rest for a while. Shut your eyes." Gibbs coaxed him slowly.
"Alright, boss." His eyes slid shut and gave in to the tempting bliss of oblivion.
Tony slumped against his bindings and all energy left his body in a second.
"I'll get you out DiNozzo." Gibbs said more to himself than the other.
"Seems Tony finally gave into the darkness, hey Jethro? Lasted longer than any of us expected." Blaise walked around and blocked Gibbs view of his senior field agent. His eyes looked up at the man cocking an eyebrow, alongside a gun, at Gibbs.
"Next one kills." The simple statement didn't exactly surprise the special agent. He could see Tony was struggling to hold on to life as it was, another dose would surely see him off.
"This is extreme."
"I quite agree." Blaise smiled at Gibbs. "Unfortunately we live in an extreme world. People do crazy things for much needed information."
"You're smart. I don't believe you think this will end well." Gibbs supposed, suspiciously.
"No, you're probably right." Jack and Kyle looked at Blaise and then at each other, worriedly. "At least it will be spotlighted, Gibbs. People will talk about how one man's stubbornness lead to the death of one of NCIS' best agents."
The hand with the gun pointed at Tony. Blaise sat on the edge of McGee's desk, one foot on the floor, the other hanging in mid-air. His gun rested down on to his lap, casually.
"What do you mean he is right?" Jack stepped forward and glared down at Blaise, still sitting casually on the desk.
Blaise' head turned to look up at the larger man. His eyebrows lifted in a ridiculing manner.
"Surely you didn't believe we would last another year after this?"
"That was kinda' the plan!" Kyle replied angrily. Blaise pointed at the tied up supervising agent.
"You believed that once we left, Special Agent Gibbs won't chase after us until the every bone in your body is broken?" Gibbs had to murmur his agreement with that statement.
"You never told us this!" Blaise stood up, either in anger or in amazement, McGee couldn't tell.
"Oh for the love of…" Blaise looked down at the watch on his arm. "We don't have time for this."
Suddenly all the amusement left Blaise' eyes as he walked, briskly, up to Gibbs. He crouched down, like he had so often, and let his heated breath whisk over the gunny.
"Now you are going to come down with us to the evidence locker, Kyle so kindly located for us. And you will retrieve for us that lovely box with the name 'Jordan Holmes' on the front, I believe in the beautiful gothic writing Abby does use.
The gun pushed against Gibbs forehead whilst Sammy undid the bindings on his arms and legs. The ex-marine wobbled slightly as he stood, letting the blood circulate back into his limbs. Giving a last despairing look at his senior field agent, he was shoved in the way of the back elevator.
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