So I had this delightfully funny story all planned for you guys. It involved dirty dishes, a raccoon, evil wood eating birds, two boxes of macaroni and cheese, creamed corn, cupcake moscato, a monogrammed pocket knife, the sticky stuff on the back of price tags and a vacuum cleaner store owned by the Italian mob. And it was all true.
But then I realized how tired I was after this week and I realized that whatever you wonderful people come up with involving those ingredients is probably going to be nearly as interesting as what actually happened and I'm a big promoter of imagination *Insert shower of glitter* so...IMAGINE!

I'm going to bed.
I hope you enjoy this horrifically later than I planned chapter.
~Renee

P.S.
You don't need to say it, I already know, but let's just suspension of disbelief this one.

P.P.S. Don't be mad.

"You don't seem very panicked about this..."

Tony paused in his effort to get free of his binds and tilted his head towards where he assumed Jackson was. The man had blindfolded them before they exited the room, not allowing either of them to see where they were, where they were going, or even each other.

He considered the other man's question for moment and grinned wryly behind his blindfold. Now that he was no longer trapped in a tiny dark room, he was in a much better mood.

"Oh you know, kidnapped once, kidnapped a thousand times."

Jackson's head flew back in surprise before he shifted best he could towards the boy. Their hands were duct taped behind them, pulling their shoulders back and restricting their movements.

"Wha- What the hell does that mean? Has this happened to you before?"

Tony smiled slightly at the incredulity in the older man's voice and moved again, feeling himself gaining more room. He was growing kind of fond of Jackson, but that didn't mean he wanted to tell this story.

Well than you probably should have thought more about that answer.

"Well it was kind of special circumstances...oops, that was my seatbelt. Didn't mean to do that..." he trailed off, a frown of concentration forming between his eyebrows when the belt released.

"What kind of special circumstances?!"

Jackson leaned towards him, worrying at the silence and the revelation the boy had just revealed. He had been kidnapped before? Did Leroy know about this? Where the hell had this kid come from? What had happened to this poor boy?

"Well..." Tony paused and turned his attention forward.

"Tony?"

Tony hushed him and wiggled further in the seat, the Spanish from the front of the SUV carrying.

"Shh… something's….something's happening. Something's wrong."

"What do you mean? How do you know?"

Tony shook his head and held his breath, listening to hurried conversation. He whispered lightly to Jackson, so quietly the man had to lean in to catch what was being said.

"I know Spanish...some Spanish. They aren't happy. Someone's coming…trying to cut us off or following, I can't quite… something's making them mad...policía… That's dad! I think dad knows where we are!" Tony turned his face towards Jackson, beaming. "The police are after them and we're trying to lose them. Dad's coming to get me. I told you Jackson, he would find me."

Jackson blinked several times behind his blindfold.

"Leroy's coming?"

Tony looked over him, confused at the tone the man was using. He sounded...scared. Hopeful. Anxious.

"Jackson…?"

He hesitated and then drew a breath,

"Tony, your dad..."

The car suddenly swerved to the right and Tony fell from his seat, getting stuck on the floorboard.

"Tony?!"

Jackson gasped as sudden acceleration forced him back in his seat and the car titled on the highway. Voices were shouting in Spanish and he could hear a slightly breathless chuckle from his feet.

"Son?"

The boy answered, his voice a little shaky.

"I'm alright, but they're not very happy. I haven't heard someone curse like that since-"

The vehicle suddenly pulled harshly back to the left, the smell of burning rubber making Tony's head spin.

Jackson tried to brace himself but the sudden movement of the car forced him to the side and his breath shuddered when he felt his knee crack against something that was not part of the car.

"Tony?!"

There was choked gasp but no reply.

Before either of them could do anything the car jerked forward in a burst of speed and suddenly there was a horrible impact. Jackson was flung forward, the seatbelt biting into his shoulder. He could hear shouting, screaming and then for a breathless moment the car left the ground.

Jackson felt himself rise out of his seat until the belt pulled him back down. The SUV hit the ground unevenly and he cried out when it began to roll. His voice caught in his throat however when he felt something soft crash into his legs along with the shattered glass.

His eyes widened when he realized-

Tony wasn't wearing his seatbelt.

Xxx

"Todd?"

Kate waved her hand at him and clutched the phone closer to her ear.

"Kate what's the status?!"

She glared and covered the mouthpiece of the phone.

"Police are in pursuit but something's happened, I'm trying to find out."

Gibbs pushed the already strained accelerator further into the floorboard.

"What do you mean something's happened? They were supposed to stay back until we got there, we didn't want to endanger To- the hostages!"

His was voice was barely audible but Kate could hear the danger, the threat, the barely swallowed disgust and fear at having to call his son a hostage. There was a very clear, very savage line that Gibbs was just barely balancing, and the over eagerness of the general PD wasn't helping to pull him back.

"They say the drivers spotted them and led them down backstreets, it's a mess, they're reaching some pretty reckless speeds boss, locals really want to bring them in..."

"I don't care what the locals want! They're supposed to follow our lead and damn it protocol says to put the safety of the hostages first! They're endangering my family!"

Kate abruptly turned her attention back to the phone.

"Wait, what?! What the hell happened?"

Gibbs looked over and his eyes met hers, wide and panicked. Whatever she was being told… his chest tightened.

"Kate..."

"Officer Brilow, can you tell me anything?"

She paled as she listened to apologetic fearful voice on the other end. Abruptly she snapped the phone shut.

"Gibbs… there's been a accident."

He swerved around the car in front of them, unable to make the vehicle go any faster.

"Tony?"

She hesitated then spoke slowly.

"The police pursued them too closely and the car holding Jackson and Tony tried to turn too quickly. The car rammed three other vehicles in front of them, left the road and flipped several times before coming to a stop."

Gibbs tightened his grip and forced his breathing to stay even.
Tony. His son. His Tony.

He had to be okay.

He had to be.

"Tony?"

She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

"The removed Jackson from the vehicle, he's pretty banged up."

Gibbs' patience was at its end.

"Tony?!"

She shook her head.

"There's no sign of him."

Xxx

Jackson pushed the hand of the paramedic away.

"A boy! Was there a boy anywhere? Has anyone found him yet?!"

The man frowned gently at him.

"Sir, I promise, the moment the police find him, you'll be let known. But you won't be any use to him if you don't get yourself taken care of. Will you please let me clean this up?"

The old man sighed and nodded, his eyes still searching the scene desperatly for the mysterious boy.

Adam tutted as he applied the butterfly bandage to the man's forehead, trying to stem the bleeding. Jackson had refused to go to the hospital until they had found Tony so he had elected to stay behind and get him taken care of.

"Mr. Gibbs?"

Jackson tore his eyes away from the damaged car and found himself staring at a concerned brunette.

"Yes 'mam?"

"Sir, I work with your son, Gibbs...younger Gibbs...other Gibbs...agent Gibbs. I'm agent Todd."

She stuck out her hand and he shook it bemused.

"Is Leroy here?"

She gestured towards the wreck and he could make out a grey sports jacket and tight crew cut speaking to a police man. As he watched the police officer gestured to the other ambulance, the doors already shut and preparing to leave. Gibbs shook his head and charged it, yanking open the doors and stepping into the vehicle. Shouting immediately came from inside along with shouts of terror and yells of outrage from the paramedics. The nearby officers leapt forward and dragged him out, pulling him away from the men who had forced Jackson and Tony in the car.

Or at least...those who had survived.

Kate cleared her throat, pulling his attention back to her. "He's trying to figure out what happened to Tony. We were hoping you could tell us what you remember, we want to-"

Jackson pushed himself off of the back of the ambulance, much to the concern and distaste of Adam and stuck his finger close to her nose.

"Let me tell you something young lady, I've been kidnapped, locked in a dark room with someone, a boy, a poor boy who's being put through this ordeal because of his father. A father I find out to be my son." he leaned close to her face, ignoring the dizziness causing the world to tilt "I don't care what you're hoping, I'll tell you what I remember but I'm speaking to my son and finding out what the hell is going on."

With that he abruptly turned but lost his balance and started tip over. He braced himself but before he fully fell, two no longer familiar arms steadied him.

"You alright?"

"No." Jackson sighed and met his son's eyes. "Leroy."

"Dad. Where's my son? Where's my Tony?"

Jackson stared at his child, his grown boy. The lines around his eyes and worry etching across the plains.

"I'm sorry Leroy, I don't know."

Xxx

Tony stumbled forward, blood soaking into his shirt. He wrapped his arms around his chest and winced, resisting the urge to cry out.

He hadn't noticed how bad it was when he was climbing out of the wrecked car, he was more focused on getting out. Getting away from the noise and people and the feeling like he couldn't breathe. He had been wedged tightly between a crushed front seat and a crumbling back, apparently because of the way the car had crashed he had been protected from most of the wreck except for the shards of glass and one unfortunate piece of metal.

He hadn't really noticed that though. He had been rather centered on being trapped in the car than that he was hurt.

He hated being trapped.

He couldn't...he couldn't even….

You're fine. You're not in the car anymore.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Breathing in and out he slowly calmed down.

See you're okay. Just knocked around a little. Focus on something more important….like where on earth are you?

Tony looked around himself, trying to make his vision focus.

He was still in the capital, that was pretty obvious. But what part? How far was he from home? Those were different questions entirely. Frowning, he rubbed his bottom lip. This was going to be a problem.

He glanced backwards, he could still see the flashing lights and hear the sirens of the first responders.

He frowned. The police had really gotten there fast. It was like they were there already, when everything had happened. It had been really difficult to slip past them. He supposed they could have helped him, but he was quickly learning that police were more trouble than they were worth, he just didn't have the best of luck with them.

Maybe this time though…

He shook his head firmly.

No.

He just really needed to get home.

Home. Get cleaned up, pray for an empty house so he could lie down for a little bit, maybe he could even snag some left overs!

He smiled slightly to himself, but was pulled back to reality when he heard someone gasp.

He was a good half mile or so from the crash site by now, and people were staring.

Tony looked down at himself, saw the blood staining his shirt and rips in his jeans. No wonder they were all staring. He looked like he had just crawled from a car wreck. He pursed his lips and ducked his head, ignoring the wave of lightheadedness that came with the movement.

You're being ridiculous. This is D.C. Who's going to stop you? Just figure out where you are and get home! You're going to be in so much trouble as it is if father catches you.

He nodded. He needed to stay on track.

His father was going to kill him if he saw him like this.

Maybe Mayer and Miguel would help sneak him the house and clean him up before father got home...