"Come on. You have to admit I was pretty good." A punch threw his head to the side. He rotated his jaw before looking back at the fuming man in front of him.

"Is that a no then? I thought it was an Oscar performance." Another punch was thrown, this time to the other side. Tony closed his eyes as he rode out the pain.

"I should just kill you now!" Poppa grabbed his chin to make Tony give him his full attention. "Just tell me why I shouldn't."

"Because I'm your only bargaining chip…" He left the statement hanging in the air. Poppa seemed confused for a moment before the realization hit him like a brick wall. "You… didn't actually think I wouldn't have back-up?" Tony asked as if the most obvious thing in the world. Another punch.

"I don't think punching the cop will help us in any way Poppa." Jezza spoke up from his seat on the couch.

Tony was currently sat on a wooden chair with his hands tied behind his back. He could already feel them start to chafe as he worked to loosen them, so in the end stopped himself. The detective knew that even if he sprung from his seat, the occupants currently holding him hostage had guns and he wouldn't even reach the door before he would be shot down. Poppa, who had now lost his cool composure, pointed instead the gun at Tony's forehead. He noticed it didn't seem to faze the hostage.

"You clearly have no idea how much trouble you're in." the gun pushed harder into his head. "You don't seem the least bit bothered by this. Daddy pushes you with guns?"

Tony's eyes became steely as the held back anger sweeped over him.

"You have no idea." The response was ignored.

Pulling out Dinozzo's phone from his pocket, Vin flicked through the numbers. The large man stood and faced Tony with his cold heartless eyes.

"So who is your boss Mr. DiNozzo? Who do you…as they say… report to?"

Tony had been waiting for this moment. To be honest, he wasn't sure who to say. It should be Gibbs but Turner would have his ass for sure. The captain had been waiting for the opportunity to fire him anyway and this would be the icing on the cake. He knew if he called Turner then the only sympathy would be once the press turn up and even then he would turn up the charm just to make the department look good.

A slap stung his cheek from his silence. Emily looked furious at him as they waited for an answer. Ignoring the burning sensation on his right cheek he gritted his teeth and spoke through his cut lip.

"Jethro Gibbs. But I wouldn't be too happy about calling him. He's a bit of what you might call 'Bastard'." Tony laughed as he said the last word which caused a growl from Poppa.

"Gibbs? As in Leroy Jethro Gibbs? You're one of his people?"

At Tony's nod Emily faced the others in the room.

"Oh crap."

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Gibbs almost screamed as he received the text from Tony. He looked at the agent ready next to him and told exactly what he had to do. They had to raise the alarm, stop anyone from leaving the building. By having Tony, it would be their only chance of getting out so Gibbs would bet his life that they wouldn't kill him, yet anyway.

"This is NCIS! Release the hostage and come out with your hands in the air so we can see them!" The order was thrown down the microphone at the occupants. Holding onto the only connection with the house, Gibbs viewed the screen showing the empty room.

He watched as Tony was pushed into the middle of the living room and a chair thrown at his legs. A gun pushed against his forehead as he was made to sit down and put his hands behind the chair. Knowing Tony had to co-operate made Gibbs' blood boil and the young detective was held by a mistake that Gibbs believed to be his fault. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Matheus. The man was a nervous wreck! Of course he wouldn't be able to keep a secret so deep, how could Gibbs have believed that?!

Gibbs began to pace up and down. The NCIS agents had the building surrounded and the only sounds that registered to Gibbs were the oncoming sirens of police cars. He turned to the NCIS members beside him and stopped himself from screaming in their faces.

"Who the hell called the cops?" The sentence ended on his tongue as he watched as Turner pull himself from the passenger seat of the car, his face livid. Gibbs stormed over to him and pulled the captain to the side.

"Why are you here?" He tried to ask calmly.

"I think more important -Mr Gibbs is it? - is why my detective is currently being held hostage inside a house where he was working undercover for NCIS?"

"How did you know of the operation?" Gibbs fired back his question.

"Come on Gibbs. Surely you didn't think I wasn't in on the investigation? I don't believe your naïve enough to believe that." Turner said sarcastically.

"Morrow told you." Gibbs said matter-of-factly.

"Hardly. That man wouldn't tell me a god-damn thing."

Gibbs turned around and faced the house holding Tony. Hand's on hips, he turned back and towered over the plump man.

"Who then? Who is the leak?"

"Ha, Gibbs," Turner shook his head with a smirk. "It wasn't a leak. My boy told me everything I needed to know straight away."

"DiNozzo."

"Bravo Gibbs. Although, if it saves Tony any sort of wrath, then… well… he didn't exactly want to."

Gibbs pointed at the man in his chest.

"We have a man who worked undercover under my orders and at the moment he will be our main priority." At Turner's attempted intervene Gibbs held up a hand which silenced him. "Then we will sort this out."

Gibbs twisted once again and stormed off in the direction of the hook-up-video. Knowing Tony had been following orders still didn't stop the emotion of betrayal running through his cloud of a mind. He was just about to reach the video when his phone rang.

"Gibbs."

A/N Well that's the chapter I'm afraid. I'm going to keep writing the next one so now so hopefully it will be put up tomorrrow. It almost 10 here now so I might not have time... but I know what will motivate me! Reviews! You know you want to! Keep reading! x