Sorry about the long wait, about half of my exams are done so I have a bit of time to write, I should be updating most of my stories in the next week so here's the next chapter for this one. I'm not sure how this chapter turned out lol it's not the best chapter I don't think but the next one should be fun.
Chapter 8
Ziva had been following up on a few leads Abby and McGee had gotten, when she noticed the dark SUV that she had been looking for. She manoeuvred the NCIS issue car around the corner, trying not to get noticed too much. She had been trained to tail people, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but worry about her partner, while he was very annoying most of the time, she trusted him with her life. Working without him would seem almost wrong, the few times he had been away from work, it was too quite. She'd been told earlier that afternoon that Tony couldn't remember anything but being captured; this worried her because he was safe now but not himself. So, in a sense he was still gone.
The SUV headed towards a seemingly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the windows that weren't broken were murky with dust. Ziva kept her distance and pulled out her cell phone.
"Gibbs." came the gruff reply from the other end. She gave him the details of where the SUV was pulling up; she didn't notice the dark sedan going the other way, heading back into the city.
"Good job Ziva, just keep tailing them, tell me the moment anything happens." with that Gibbs finished the call.
Ziva pulled up round the corner from the warehouse, secured the vehicle and went to look around. As she crept closer to the warehouse she saw tire tracks disappearing under large metal doors, there was a brand new lock on the door, proving that it had been used recently and was still being used. After picking the lock she opened the door a little, it probably wasn't the best idea to go alone but everyone else was busy.
Behind the door there was the dark SUV that she had been following, she cleared the room, wondering slightly where the people inside the vehicle had gone. She knew that it had been these people that were responsible for Tony being in hospital, she wanted them to pay for what they had done. She searched around the large room, looking for any kind of solid evidence. She notice some flecks of a dark blue paint on the pitch black paint of the SUV, she scraped what she could so Abby could test it. After her primary search she rung into headquarters to get some more agents combing the warehouse for any more evidence. As soon as the other agents arrived she made her way to the hospital, she, like the others, needed to see Tony for herself. She hoped that if he saw their faces than he would remember them.
x-X-x
Mason knew that he was being followed back to the warehouse so had decided to switch cars in order to carry out the next part of his plan. He had brought Thomas along to keep an eye on him, he wasn't sure that he could trust him anymore.
Thomas fidgeted nervously in the passenger's seat, not really taking any notice of where they were going. He knew that the other guys had been sent to do the backup warehouse, one that the agents wouldn't have known about. He didn't know why he was even still going along with these guys, they were dangerous and only wanted to hurt people. He seen with his own eyes just how much they had enjoyed beating the agent. He hadn't helped them at the time, deciding to watch, not even being noticed by the agent. He didn't want to be apart of this anymore, he needed to do something, but what? Mason was too powerful. Not knowing that the certain agent was dreaming of his capture in his nightmare.
x-X-x
Day two of being captured
Tony awoke groggily to the sun beating down on his already battered body, drawing out all the moister that was still left in him, not that he would tell them that he needed water. He was a trained special agent and he knew what tortures tired to do, he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of looking weak.
He realised that at least he wasn't tied to a chair this time, no actually, it was a little worse he was tied to a pole like some animal. A shackle around his ankle reminding him of the case with petty officer Swain, he shuddered at the thought, hoping that he wouldn't be shackled for that long.
What he didn't expect was the sharp kick that made him breathless, forcing him awake fully as he tried to curl in onto himself protecting his already bruised ribs. The man above him laughed at his weakness.
"Are you going to co-operate today?" the man sneered. Tony still trying to get his breath back responded as he usually would, with defiance, and of course offered the guy one of his bright smiles.
"Nope, because I don't know anything." the man kicked him again, turning Tony's smile into a grimace. The man laughed again, the laughing was getting a little weird if Tony was honest.
The barn door creaked open, in stepped one of the other men. Tony didn't like where this was going at all, anytime someone new came in meant a new kind of punishment. Tony blinked to remove the fuzz from his vision, his head ached as he strained his eyes to look at what the new person was going to do. The two men now in the large room still had their faces covered, so they weren't planning on killing him just yet he thought.
Suddenly a large hand grabbed his head and forced him to look into the murky grey eyes of the person who had just entered the room, when did he get so close he wondered. The eyes were cold and without emotion. Tony didn't even know the names of these two, maybe he should find out?
"Who are you people anyway?" he asked, his tone as casual as he could make it. The hand tightened, causing his head to throb more. The one holding him chuckled a little. Tony was getting annoyed at the laughing now.
"What the hell is so damn funny? Answer the question." The punch to his gut wasn't unexpected, Tony sucked in shallows breaths trying to push the pain away.
"Since when do you get to make the demands, as you can see we are in the middle of nowhere and your so called friends are nowhere to be seen. We can do what we want with you." Tony didn't outwardly react to the words but those last few were creeping him out a little.
A voice in his head was telling him that they were right; his friends wouldn't even be able to find him out here, not unless they got a lead, but how long would it be until they did? Tony shoved the thoughts away and refused to believe that his friends wouldn't come. They just needed time.
The man holding his head moved and grabbed both his arms instead, he tried to struggle away, and managed to for a moment before the shackle around his ankle caused him to drop unceremoniously to the ground. The drop to the ground caused pain to flare up throughout his body, he hissed as he tried to get up. That, was when he realised to two people had allowed him to think he could escape. Great he thought wryly, stupid, stupid, stupid, you knew about the shackle, their trying to mess with your head. The guys grabbed him again and plunged a syringe into his arm. Where did that come from? As fire raced through his blood he collapsed in pain, tremors shook his muscles; the men spoke to him harshly after letting him fall to the ground. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of a scream though, he still had his pride.
"I think that should make you rethink your position." The guy with the needle sneered and walked away, followed by the other person. Leaving him alone.
The fire in his blood and tremors stopped as soon as they started, he tried to get his bearings back. A low growl made him jump a little, was there something in the room with him? He looked around the room while struggling into a sitting position. He was just about to think the sound was make up when he saw red eyes glaring at him. Then the eyes moved, closing in on him, what the hell was this drug? Was it a hallucinogenic? He didn't remember anything being in the barn yesterday. Crimson engulfed him and he was forced back. His head connecting with the pole he was shackled too, then darkness took him towards vivid nightmares that seemed real.
x-X-x
Back in the hospital room.
Gibbs awoke from his slumber to find Tony in the throws of a nightmare.
"Tony! Wake up, its just a nightmare" when Tony didn't respond he became worried. He knew that you shouldn't wake people when they had a nightmare, but he could tell his agent was distressed. He laid his hand on Tony's shoulder hoping for a reaction. The one he got was expected, but it didn't shock him any less. Tony all but jumped at the contact and scrambled off the bed causing alarms to wail and the IV to be ripped out of his hand. Gibbs tried to hold him but Tony was struggling away with all his strength.
Seeing that he couldn't get away from this man, Tony turned away and scurried to the corner of the room, making himself as small as possible. He didn't want the people to hurt him again, he was so confused and couldn't remember anything. The man with blue eyes looked at him with concern as the doctor came in carrying a needle, Tony panicked even more and ran out of the open door. He needed to get away and remember who he was again. He knew he probably shouldn't leave the hospital but they had needles there. Needles hurt him, made him sick, couldn't they see that?
He could feel people watching him as he ran through the hospital but he didn't care, he just needed to get away from everyone. As the doors opened to the outside world he spotted the people from his nightmares coming out of a dark sedan. He was frozen in fear hoping they wouldn't see him. As he tried to move his body they spotted him and rushed towards him. All he could think was that maybe, he should have stayed in the room with the blue eyed man that he knew he could trust…
TBC
I couldn't help it sorry, a cliff hanger was needed lol, hope you all liked that, I will try not to leave it so long the next time.
