AN/ Sorry for the long wait but it's hard to write with a two year old running around saying he wants to play, and since my little nephew is to adorable to resist I just HAVE to go and play with him and his cars :P


Chapter eight

He couldn't believe it. He lost everything, his house, his stuff and his home. A place to feel and be safe after long hours of work. Gibbs had been great, he calmed him down when he nearly freaked out, he supported him when he really started to realize what just happened and he offered him his home to rest and live as long as needed.

After the note they went to the navy yard to check for leads but came up with nothing. Gibbs was starting to get angry and Tony felt powerless. And if he was honest with himself he was also scared. Who is after him and is it because of a past case? And if yes, what case?

He kept turning and turning in his bed until Gibbs came into his room.

'You okay DiNozzo?', he asked.

'Yeah, but I can't help but worry boss, I hate it that I don't know a thing about who is after me and why.'

'I know DiNozzo, but we'll find out, we'll go through your enemy list again tomorrow morning, maybe we've missed something.'

'Something like?'

'I don't know, maybe we overlooked a relative or a close friend of someone you've arrested.'

'What if it's a close friend of relative of someone I've killed? I mean, if someone were to kill...well not exactly my family but if for example someone were to kill someone of the team, we'd hunt him down and kill him.' "Like Kate." Remained unspoken but it was clear that that's what Tony meant. Less then a year ago Gibbs went all captain Ahab to track Ari down and kill him.

'Have you looked into that already?', Gibbs asked.

'No, I just thought of it, I'll check it first thing tomorrow at the office.' Gibbs nodded.

'You think you can sleep now without keeping the whole neighborhood awake?' Tony grinned apologetic and nodded.

'Sure boss.' Gibbs grunted once and walked out the door.

'Nothing,' Tony yelled out frustrated. 'The family members don't seem to care, seem happy or have an alibi for the attacks!'

'They could have hired someone and made sure they had an alibi for the times of attack.', McGee stated.

'Really probie? Gee, why didn't I think of that McGenius! I know to damn well that that is a possibility!'

'Tony!', Gibbs said with a warning clear in his voice.

'What!', he snarled.

'DiNozzo! My office, now!' Gibbs stood out of his chair and walked in high speed towards the elevator. Tony knowing he let his temper rise to far shot McGee an apologetic look and went after Gibbs.

'Listen boss, I know I went to far and I shouldn't have let my temper out on McGee.'

'Yeah, you shouldn't have but not why your with me.' Tony looked confused at Gibbs.

'Figured you could use some lunch, you barely ate this morning and have been following leads all morning, it's no wonder your losing your temper.'

'You would just hate the paper work if I accidentally shot McGee', he said with a small smile on his lips.

'Well, there is that to, yes', Gibbs replied.

They got in the car and drove away.

'So, what are we having for lunch?', Tony asked.

'Some place where they serve coffee.'

'Why am I not surprised' Tony said while looking in the side mirror. 'Hey, that is strange', he said.

'You see it to?'

'Same black BMW as this morning, nice car though, it's a m3, expansive to.'

'This is not the time to admire the car DiNozzo.' Gibbs was barely done speaking when the first bullet came flying and hit Tony in his left shoulder.

'Argh, damn it!' He grabs his own gun and starts shooting back.

'Put the peddle on the metal, boss, this is going to get ugly else way!' Gibbs didn't need to hear that twice and did exactly as Tony requested. From out of nowhere a second car came and slammed into them making Gibbs lose control over their car.

'Hold on DiNozzo!', he yelled before everything went black.


'They should have been back by now McGee' Ziva said, worry clear in her voice.

'They probably just went out for lunch, Tony was pretty tense.'

'That was an hour and a half ago McGee, Gibbs would never take such a long lunch.'

'You are right officer David,' Vance said while walking towards them. 'Dispatch just called in an accident involving one of our own, they said that there was a shooting before they crashed.'

'Where?' McGee asked while grabbing his gear.'

'Highway hill, ask agent Pacci or Balboa's team to back you up.'

'Yes sir', McGee replied.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the crime scene and looked in horror to the damage.

'They could never have survived this', McGee whispered.

'They are strong like iron McGee, they're alive.'

'It's strong as steel agent David,' Balboa said. 'And they better be', he said while holding up as piece of paper.

'Strike three, and your out!', he read.


Tony awoke with an aching shoulder and a throbbing head. What had happened? He tried focusing his eyes which was not an easy thing to do due to a very likely concussion. He remembered going out with Gibbs for lunch, the shooting and...a car accident? God, Gibbs! Was he alright!? Focusing all of a sudden way more important. The dark room became clearer and finally he saw Gibbs' unconscious figure, chained up against the wall, feet not even touching the ground spread out like a T with a bare chest.

'Gibbs!?', he said, almost pleading. Why was Gibbs hanging like that while he was chained around his wrists and ankles.

'Gibbs can you hear me?' Gibbs grunted and his head came up.

'Wha, hapnd?', he asked with slurred speech.

'We were in a accident and got taken...you are kind of chained up against a wall.' Gibbs became fully aware and pulled in the chains.

'Crap,' a pained hiss escaped his lips and he took a deep breath. 'DiNozzo, are you okay?'

'Yeah, I'm fine.'

'I know for a fact that you got hit earlier so don't you lie to me.'

'Fine, bullet is still in my shoulder, probably a concussion and I think I cracked a rib or two and maybe broke one to, you?'

'Concussion and my knee hurts like a bitch, I'll be fine.' The door opened with a loud bang and Tony and Gibbs looked at the man that entered.

'You!' The said simultaneously.