Tony tried not to cry out as the ropes dug into his hands, he had been working through the night, hardly getting anywhere and almost passing out many times as he jarred his injuries. He relaxed back in the chair, trying to catch his breath, which was getting harder and harder to get back to normal. Each breath sent shards of glass through his chest, along with everywhere else in his body.

His hands were numb from trying to pull them through the ropes. Though he could slightly feel a few tingles of blood running down them from his wrists where the ropes cut into his skin.
He was getting worse, that he knew. The nausea and dizziness was worse, and the pain, if it was possible, was intensifying every minute. Even if he did get free, he wouldn't bee able to run, let alone stand properly, to get out of the place.

He shifted his hands behind him, trying to tell where the ropes were on his hands, to see whether they were looser, "Yes," he thought, they were definitely a lot looser., He pulled slightly, the rope didn't quite make it over his hands, but if he pulled hard enough, they might. He braced himself, knowing that is was going to hurt, a lot. He wished silently that is would work. That it would be a waste of time, precious energy, and pain.

Then as hard as he could.

He pulled

Abby sipped on her Caf-Pow, waiting for her computer to tell her that it was tracing Callers cell. She had managed to get passed the block, but now she had to wait for the phone to turn on. She sipped up the last of the cup, then sadly threw it away, sad that it was empty. She looked around the room, not knowing what to do while she waited, and saw another cup of her favorite drink on the other side of the room.

She happily got up and headed for it, to see if it was empty or not, but before when was halfway there….

Gibbs cellphone rang.

McGee hung up the receiver to his phone. He had been calling all the airports in the area, asking about when the airplanes were coming and going. With this information, they might be able to single it down. 1 of the private airports hadn't had any planes come or go the last 2 days. And 2 of them only had a couple, on in the morning and one at night, so it didn't match with how many they had heard in the video. The phone call he just gont done with was the last private airport, they had told him that they were not even open, so they didn't even have any planes to fly. The two community airports were flying all the time, busy as ever.

That left 2 airports, even if it was a small number, it was a large area that Caller could be n. He looked over at Gibbs desk, seeing that he wasn't there, Gibbs would probably be angry if he didn't get this information right away. He pulled out his cellphone, he would just have to call him, it was either that or be yelled at for NOT calling him.

"Hello?" Answered a familiar voice that was defiantly not Gibbs.

"Abby? What are you doing with Gibbs cell?"

"He gave it to me so I can use it to trace to Caller stupid face's phone, which would tell us whre he is."

McGee almost laughed when he heard Abby's nickname for Caller, but caught himself, wondereing what Abby meant. "What? Did caller call? Do you know where he is yet?"

"No, he hasn't turned his phone on," before she could say more Gibbs walked in the door."Gibbs! How did you know to come? Are you using your ESP again to know thaqt McGee was goin to call?"

Gibbs ignored her, talking the phone from her hands."What?"

"Boss, I have it narrowed down to 2 possible airports he could be near."

"Narrow it down to one then."

"I'm trying" McGee said, before Gibbs could hang up.

"Gibbs shut his phone, then turned to Abby, who had been watching him. "Do you have anything yet?"

"Not yet, I'll call you when I do. Or maybe I won't, since you can read my mind and everything." Abby continued, getting back on subject. "Keep your phone, I have everything I need on my trust computer.

Gibbs turned to leave, but heard the voice behind him "But Gibbs! Where's my Caf-Pow?"

Gibbs grinned, not turned his head toward the table where a new cup of her drink was beside the one she saw earlier.

Abby grinned, running over to it and taking a long drink.

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Tony screamed in pain, as he pulled his hands free of the ropes. He felt himself passing out, but forced himself to hold unto consciousness. His breathing came in harsh gasps, as the pain ran up his arms and grew to make his whole body hurt.

It worked. His hands were free. He slowly brought them to his front, knowing that they would be stiff from being in one position for so long. He pulled at the rope that was wrapped around his chest, thankfully it came loose. Caller must have tied all the rope together in one knot. He must have thought that Tony wouldn't get free. He shifted his legs, testing the ropes around him, ignoring the pain coming up his legs from the movement. He smiled when he felt the ropes fall to his feet.

Now the hard part, going over to the table. 'Maybe if I go quick enough, I'll get the whole way in one try.' Tony braced himself, then he pushed himself toward the table, the moment that his legs took his weight, he crashed to the ground. He let himself lay there, taking notice that something sounded like a wounded dog. Oh, that was coming from him. He fought to control his breathing, trying to push back the enormous pain he was feeling. He didn't want to be weak, why couldn't he just ignore it?

He was so dizzy. Everything was either in 3's or 4's. He looked up to the table and lifted his hand and blindly grabbed for it, when he felt it, the edge met his fingertips. Crap, he would have to lift himself up to reach it. Taking a breath, he started to sit up, searching the end of the table, the moment he felt the phone, he grabbed it, then sank back down to the floor.

He was going to pass out soon, he couldn't hold on forever. So he had to do this quickly, besides the passing out part, he knew Caller could come in any minute. He opened the phone, and tried to focus to see whether it was on or not. All he saw was a very blurry black screen. It must be off. Feeling with his fingers, he felt for the 'end' button, once he thought he had the right one under his thumb, he pressed and held until he heard the soft whim the phone make, signifying that it was turning on. He felt again over the number pad, pressing the numbers to a phone number he knew well. Once he finished, he pressed the send button and brought the phone to his ear, hoping that he got the correct numbers in his dizzy state.

The phone rang.

He heard the most beauty sound that he had heard in what felt like the longest time.

"Yeah, Gibbs."