Swirls of back spun around Tony, It was like a black hole of nothingness. Ahead of him was lightness, and he somehow knew that if he went to it, he would wake up from this place. Behind him was a darker world then the one he was in now, with Erie arms of blackness reaching out to him. He felt himself being pulled toward the light and into the world of the living. He tried to go back, into the strangely middle darkness, but the pull was too strong and as he got closer his thoughts became clearer and he started to feel the pain of his many bruises come to greet him.
He remembered his conversation with Caller during his last beating; he didn't really understand what Caller meant when he said Gibbs would care what was happening with him. Yeah, Tony knew that Gibbs cared a little bit, but what he was suggesting, he never would have thought that much. He cared about Gibbs though. What he said about taking a beating for him was true. He looked up to Gibbs, he was almost like a father to him, since his own father disowned him, and Gibbs took his place.
Tony slowly opened his eyes, grimacing as he noticed one seemed to be slightly swollen shut. He looked around the room to find that he was thankfully alone. He shifted in the chair, trying to ease the pain that radiated throughout his whole body, but stopped as the pain suddenly intensified at his sudden movements. He couldn't help the small yelp that escaped his lips and he cursed silently, he should have known that moving would probable be a bad idea. He quickly took note at what condition he was in, taking in his injuries that best he could. From what he could tell, he definitely had a few crack ribs and the stitches in his side form his previous injury seemed to have come out and the wound seeping slightly, guessing from the slight wetness he felt. That could be bad, if he got an infection, that is if he didn't have one already. If he had the choice right now, he would actually choose to be in a hospital, which was odd for him since he hated the place. He hated lying in bed not able to do anything; it made him feel like he was weak, useless.
His mind wandered, not being able to keep a certain thought. He wondered how long he had been stuck here, a day, two days? Where was Gibbs? He expected him to have busted in here already, saving the day.
'Please hurry Gibbs, I don't know how much longer I can hold on' He thought as he felt the pull of the swirling darkness come to take him once more.
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"Where are those airports? Gibbs asked. Even though it had only been about 15 minutes, he was already getting impatient.
"Yeah, um... There are 2 airports and 4 private ones in a 60 miles radius of the area." McGee answered quickly, knowing Gibbs would want him to be as quick as possible. "It's impossible to know which one he would be near, there would be a couple mile radius around each airport that he could be that he would hear the planes so well landing and taking off. We need more information." McGee explained as Ziva come walking in as he said the last statement.
"Abby reviewed the latest tape, she didn't find anything useful in locating him," Ziva sighed sitting down at her desk, "This is like finding a needle in a stack of needles."
"Haystack." McGee corrected automatically.
"That too."
"Find a way to find Caller." Gibbs ordered as he got up and walked out of the office. He was starting to get very impatient. They should have found him by now. Tony should be back sitting at his desk, being his usual cherry self. Gibbs knew he was running out of time. He needed to find him, and he needed to find him now.
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Caller walked into the warehouse, and saw that Tony was unconscious. He grabbed a water bottle that was sitting on the table near Tony and poured some on Tony's face, causing the man to stir. He bent down and slapped him on the face, not trying to be gentle about it. "Wakey wakey, it's time for our next round of fun." He said, watching as the man struggled to wake himself up. He was getting a fever, which he could tell by the feel of his skin. He stayed there knelling by Tony for a couple minutes, as Tony became more alert. "Well there you are, now you're awake."
Caller got up and walked over to the table. Picking up the whip he had shown Tony earlier. It was a whip, instead of just one string, there were several, and on each end there was a key.
"Why don't you just kill me? Make it quick?" Tony asked pain evident on his face.
"Why would I do that, when the main purpose of this is to make is slow. And it wouldn't be as fun if it wasn't nice and slow." Caller held up the whip, showing it to Tony. "It's the whips turn, oh, and just to let you know, no camera this time, so you don't have to worry about smiling for it."
"Great." Tony replied, sarcastically.
Tony watched as Caller walked toward him with the whip. He quickly tried to think of a way to talk Caller out of using it on him. Nothing was coming to mind. The only think he could think of is to pretend to be unconscious. It seemed that Caller only did anything to him when he was awake. But doing that would make him have to take a couple hits, which he wasn't looking forward to. He was already weak anyway, so he might not have to pretend, looking at the whip in Callers hand; it probably wouldn't take much to send Toy back into the land of the dark swirls anyway.
Caller walked up to Tony, standing beside him, he lifted the whip, ready to strike, and looked down at the man in the chair. "Ready?" He asked, then not waiting for answer and struck Tony in the chest and abdomen, grinning to himself as the man cried out in pain at the keys cut into his skin. He managed to get 2 more hits in before the man slumped in the chair, apparently unconscious.
"That went too fast." He mumbled, placing the whip back on the table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He took 3 pictures of Tony; making sure one got a good view of his now bleeding chest, and another of his bruised face. He then quickly sent them to Gibbs phone. He grinned as he thought of how he got them. He had called NCIS earlier and got it out of a secretary there. It had been so simple.
He set the phone on the table, imagining what Gibbs would think when he saw them, and its new form of message. He went over to Tony and whispered into the man's ear, knowing that he couldn't hear his unconscious state. "Don't worry; it will all be over soon." He took one last look that the man then walked out of the warehouse. 'Now all I need is to get Gibbs here, so he can watch his man die.' Were his thoughts, as he walked toward his car, parked beside the warehouse, he was going to get a little sleep, before executing his next plan.
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Tony waited until he heard the door shut; He sat up, almost crying out as the pain in his chest intensified at his movements. He did it; he managed to trick Caller into thinking he was unconscious. How he had managed that, he had no idea. He looked around to the room, he didn't get a chance earlier, he noticed that it was slightly darker, signifying that it must be getting late. As he looked around his eyes landed on the table near him. At the very end was a new small lump. It almost looked like a cell phone. 'He forgot it.' He thought, he could tell earlier that Caller had been taking a photo of him earlier; he had heard the key sounds. If he managed to get it he would be able to call Gibbs, and they would be able to trace it. He just needed to get free, he pulled at his hands, causing new pains to shoot up his arms, but he ignored them, he had to do this. He now had a chance to be found, all he needed to do was to move over a few feet, but it would be the longest few feet in his life.
