Gibbs his team, Katie, the Colonel, and a group of agents began tracking where the terrorists could have possibly one with Tony and Charity. Ziva was the lead tracker. After tracking for two hours, the sky opened up an it began to pour down rain.
"The rain is washing away the trail." Ziva called. "I can no longer track them."
"We'll find another way to them." Colonel Buckley said, looking at Gibbs.
Gibbs had a defeated look on his face. H knew that there was no way they could find Charity and Tony in this storm. He just wasn't sure that there was any other way to track them. He also knew that his daughter wouldn't survive long under torture.
Buckley clapped a hand on Gibbs' shoulder. "Don't worry, Gunny. Charity is one of the smartest and most resourceful Marines I have ever worked with. She's gotten herself as well as her entire team, out of tougher situations than this."
Gibbs nodded. He knew that his daughter was one kick-ass Marine. Hell, she had more medals than he did. None of that mattered, though. No matter how he looked at her, he would always see his little girl. He couldn't say anything back to Colonel Buckley, so he just nodded.
Tony…
Tony looked up as the door to his cell opened. He watched as a Middle Eastern man in his late thirties entered the room and shut the door behind him. "Hello Agent DiNozzo." He greeted.
"Who are you and what do you want? What have you done with Charity?" Tony asked.
The man gave him a cruel smile. "I will be the one asking the questions around here." The man answered. "However, I was just with Miss Gibbs… and she wouldn't give me the information I desire. No matter how much I… persuaded her."
Tony gulped. He knew what that meant. He figured that the man had left he alive…barely alive…but still alive. He knew that he had of find a way out of there and get to Charity. He knew that he had to help her, but he wasn't sure where to even begin.
The man walked over to Tony and the light glinted off of something in his hand. He realized that the object was a knife. The knife was sharp and was covered in blood, save a small section. Tony had a feeling the blood was Charity's an I was relatively fresh. The man smiled at the look of disgust on Tony's face. He then began to place strategic cuts over Tony's body, inflicting the maximum amount of pain possible without killing him.
After using the knife for a while, he decided that his fists would be even better. He punched Tony in the head, hard. Then he hit Tony's nose and jaw. He punched several of the knife wounds, sending pain radiating through Tony's body.
Tony did his best to keep his pain to himself, but he couldn't. He had to cry out with the pain. The man placed strategic blows to a few pressure points in Tony's body. Tony sucked in a deep breath and let out another cry of pain. "You bastard!" He shouted at the man.
The man smile cruelly at Tony. "Thank you." He said and lifted his hand, knife wrapped in his fist to deliver a final blow when he all of a sudden froze. His eyes widened in shock. His breathing ceased and he fell to the ground, his eyes frozen in death and a knife sticking from the back of his neck.
Tony looked up at where the man had been standing and there stood Charity. She was covered in blood… and Tony could tell it wasn't all hers. "How did you get out?" Tony asked.
Charity walked over to the fallen body and plucked the knife from his neck. She walked behind Tony and cut the rope binding his hands. "I used my feminine powers of persuasion on my guard." Charity answered his question.
Tony rubbed his wrists for a moment before bending down to untie his ankles. "I'm sorry you had to do that." Tony said, unsure of why he felt the need to apologize or why he didn't like that idea in the least bit.
Charity shrugged. "Not the first time I've done it."
Tony stood up. He then bent and grabbed the weapons from their lead captor. "So, what's the plan now?" He asked, changing the subject.
"We find our way out of here, hopefully there's some place with a phone nearby and we call for help." She answered.
"Do we have any idea how many guys we are up against?"
"No, but we'd better get moving and fast." Charity said. "We want to get out of here as soon as possible with as little trouble as possible."
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Tony asked.
"More times than I can count." Charity replied.
The pair then headed to the door. Charity peeked out both ways. The coast was clear. They decided to take a right and followed the hall. They came to a crossing. There were two guards patrolling in those halls. Tony and Charity exchanged a look and then each snuck up behind a guard and stabbed them.
They deliberated for a moment on what direction to go and then took off to the left. They crept around corners and through the halls without incident for the next several minutes. "Hey! How'd you guys get out of your cells?!" a voice called from behind them.
"Shit." Charity muttered. She and Tony then turned to face the man.
He lifted a walkie talkie to his lips. "We have a prison break." He said.
"Double shit." Charity muttered. She then took the knife in her hand and threw it so that it landed in his neck.
"I think you're better than Ziva." Tony said.
Charity gave him a brief smile. "Save the compliments for after we get through this mess." She told him.
They turned headed back down the hall. There was a door at the end of the hall and two halls on either side. About five armed guards came from both halls, blocking their way to the door. Tony and Charity turned back to run in the opposite direction, but were blocked by five more guards.
"Ten to two." Tony said, not liking those odds.
"I like those odds." Charity said.
"You're nuts." Tony told her.
"I'm my father's daughter." She said. Then she looked at Tony. "Do you trust me?"
"Do I have a choice?" He asked.
"Good point. Just do what I say and we'll make it out of here alive." Charity told him.
Tony moved in closer to her and she whispered her plan to him. "That's so crazy it just might work."
Tony and Charity both took the guns that they had taken from the guys they had killed. Charity fired on one group and Tony fired at the other group. The ten men fired back of course. By the time the firefight was over, the ten men were down.
Charity looked over at Tony. He was leaning up against a wall holding his left shoulder. Blood trickled between his fingers. "Awe shit." Charity muttered.
"Hey you got shot first." Tony replied, through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, but mine's been treated." Charity replied. She just didn't mention that the numbness in her leg was wearing off. She walked over to him and helped him to stand straight. The pair leaned on each other for support. They made their way to the door and opened it.
They were greeted by a dreary sky that looked like it would let loose any moment. They limped outside and walked down a dirt path. They soon came upon a pickup truck. They walked over to it and it was unlocked.
"No keys." Tony said, looking in the vehicle.
"No problem." Charity replied. "Lean against the truck." She told him.
Tony did as Charity said and then watched as she hot-wired the old vehicle. "Is there anything you can't do?" Tony asked.
"You'll just have to find out DiNozzo." Charity replied. "Now get in."
Tony made his way around the front of the car and climbed inside the passenger seat. Charity was already in the driver's seat. Once Tony was inside, she put the truck into gear and drove off. "You're the first woman...I've ever met that..."
"Knows her way around a stick?" Charity asked, shifting gears as she drove the truck uphill and downhill, and around the curves. A grin played across her lips.
Tony was able to manage a smile through his pain. "Yeah."
"Well, when you're a daddy's girl." She replied.
They drove for quite sometime until the truck stopped. "What is it?" Tony asked.
"Outta gas." Charity answered. "Dammit." She said, banging her hands on the wheel. She then looked over at Tony. He was incredibly pale and looked ready to pass out at any moment. He needed medical attention and he needed it asap.
