Hello, Readers! Sorry to keep you guys waiting for the next chapter, but my lifes been a wee bit crazy lately. Im about to graduate high school! Hallelujah! Anyway, back to the story! If youve been reading, you know Tonys been kidnapped, beaten, and had picture taken and sent to our little friend, Sam. Now both Tony and Gibbs are mad, so this should get interesting quick! Once again, sorry for the late update! Ill update quicker next time! Read and review, please!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own NCIS or any of its wonderful characters! I do, however, own the bad guys and Sam.

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"Im going to kill that-"

Ducky jumped at the harsh language that flew from Gibbs's mouth as the enraged agent stormed into his office. The doctor looked over at an equally shocked Palmer and shrugged. He set down his scalpel and pulled off his gloves ordering Palmer to do the same and take a break. He quickly obliged, blowing out of the room quicker than Ducky had ever seen him do before. He usually only did that when Ducky was telling one of his stories. But, then again, most people had the same reaction when an angry Gibbs was in the room.

"Whats wrong now, Jethro?" he calmly asked as he walked over towards the red faced man.

"This is whats wrong!" Gibbs hissed as he threw the phone at Ducky. The coroner quickly caught the phone, still staring at Gibbs. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and he was pretty sure it had to do with Tony. What else could make the usually unemotional Jethro so angry? With a pounding heart, Ducky looked down at the screen. Now it was his turn to curse.

"What is this?" Ducky gasped as the shock gave away to utter horror. The picture staring up at him was the bruised and bloodied face of Tony. His head was being held up by hand grasping his hair, and his face was twisted in pain as blood ran down his face from several different scrapes and contusions. "Wh-Who...?" Ducky stammered as he looked back up at Jethro.

"Damian Crimson, thats who!" yelled Gibbs. He snatched the phone away from Ducky. "And you know who that sick man sent it to?"

Ducky looked down at the phone then to Gibbs, a sad look on his face. "Oh, dear. Is Sam all right?" he asked, knowing the answer before he even asked.

Gibbs gave him a look. "What do you think, Duck?"

"No, of course she wouldnt be." He took off his gown and tossed it in a trash bin along with his mask. "Did the message say anything?"

"'We'll be in touch soon, Leroy,'" Gibbs quoted quietly.

Ducky crossed his arms and leaned against a table. "He said, Leroy? Then why would he send it Sam and not you?"

"Because hes a perverted freak."

"Or he knew that would get to you." Gibbs furrowed his brow. "You can't let someone like that get to you, Jethro. It will only make matters worse for everyone. Your team feeds off of your emotions; if you become angry, they will become angry. We don't need everyone losing there heads. Therefore, you must keep your head. I know you feel strongly for this young girl. We all do. And if you want to help her and Tony, you are going to have to keep focused on the task at hand." He placed a gentle hand on Gibbs's shoulder and squeezed. "Do you understand?"

Gibbs looked into his eyes. "I understand."

The doctor smiled. "Good." He sighed and walked across the room to his jacket. "Well, we better go upstairs now. I'm sure Damian will be calling you any minute now, and I want to be there when he does."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "How do you know hell call?"

"I used to be a profiler, remember?"

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Tony tilted his head towards the ceiling and stared at the light bulb hanging above him, the electronic buzz slowly getting on his nerves. But so was everything else around here...like the ropes binding him; the gag in his mouth; the idiots watching him; and, most of all, Damian Crimson.

He dropped his head to look at Damian, who had been staring at him creepily for the past thirty minutes. He glared at him, wanting to shoot him more and more with every second. He couldn't believe the guy would send Sam a gruesome picture like that. Gibbs would have been able to handle it; Sam wouldn't. Damian was a pervert and would get his own. If only Tony could free himself...

"Well, Anthony," Crimson spoke after a few more seconds of their staring contest. "it seems its time to call your little friends at NCIS headquarters now. Im sure their all up in a tizzy over this." He chuckled sadistically. "I hope you don't mind me using your phone to make my call. I promise its not long distance." He grinned and typed in a number, placing it on speaker. The ring echoed throughout the concrete room once before someone hurriedly picked up.

"He-Hello?" came a scared voice. Tony's heart ached at the sound of Sam's sad voice coming from the speakers; his anger boiling anew with the thought of what that picture had done to her pure mind.

"Ah, yes, Samantha, I presume?" Damian said arrogantly, still staring at Tony.

"Yes. Who is this?" she asked shakily.

"Why, its Mr. Crimson!" he said with sarcastic cheerfulness. A gasp echoed throughout the room.

"CRIMSON? Wheres Tony!?! What have you done with him?" she shouted before her voice suddenly dimmed into the background.

"You little-" came Jethro's voice. Tony smiled as a torrent of curses flew out of his boss's mouth. Damian frowned.

"Now, now, Leroy," he chastised as the curses slowly came to a stop. "that's no way to treat someone who has your senior agent at his mercy."

A frustrated sigh was heard at the other end. "What do you want, Damian?"

"Who said this was Damian? It could be his brother," teased the crime lord.

"Lets just say, its a gut instinct," Gibbs replied.

"Fair enough, but I'm still not admitting anything. You will need a lot more than just 'gut instinct' to prove it was me on this phone. I'm sure youre recording my call right now. Probably even tracing it. Which, by the way is fine. I won't be here by the time you find me.

Silence.

"Anyway, the reason I called-"

"I want to speak to Tony first," Gibbs interrupted.

Damian stopped and frowned. "I don't think youre in any position to be giving demands, Leroy."

"I dont care. Tony first, then I listen."

Damian looked over at a smirking Tony. The crime lord pursed his lips in thought. After a moment, he spoke. "I'm sure I won't get much out of you if I don't, so..." He nodded his head towards one of his men. Heels clicked on the ground before Tony's gag was pulled down.

The first words out of his mouth: "How ya doing, Boss?"

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Relief flooded through Gibbs as the sound of Tony's perky, yet strained, voice hit his ears. He was still alive and able to talk. He looked at his team and Sam and gave a them a thumbs up. Sighs of relief rippled softly through the room. He returned back to his phone call.

"Hey, Tony. How are you?"

"Uh, a few bruises and bumps, but nothing too serious. Just another day at the office, huh?" he joked.

Gibbs chuckled. Only Tony could find something humorous out of a serious situation. That was his boy...

"Just another day for you, Dinozzo," he replied.

"That's true." There was a slight pause, then, "IT'S DAMIAN CRIMSON HOLDING ME IN A--"

A sudden scuffle broke out on the other end. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed into his ear. Gibbs heart sped up at the sound of his senior agent's strangled cries of pain.

"Tony! Tony! Are you all right!?! TONY!" Gibbs shouted frantically into the phone.

A long, agonizing second past before, "He's fine, Leroy," came Damians perturbed voice. "Your boy's a loudmouth; that's for sure."

"You give him back to me, or else!" Gibbs angrily shouted.

A chuckle followed his bold statement. "Or else what? It seems like I hold all the cards in this game, Leroy. And you, sir, hold none."

Gibbs grit his teeth. He knew Damian was right, but he didn't want to admit it. He sighed and swallowed the urge to curse again. "What do you want, Damian?"

"What else? The girl, of course," he replied coolly.

"What? So you can kill her?" he growled. "Not a chance!"

A chuckle was heard over the phone. "Leroy, Leroy, Leroy. You don't know anything do you?"

Gibbs narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"The, girl, Leroy. Do you really think I'd kill my own daughter?"

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Well, there you go! The long awaited chapter! Hope you liked it! Im really sorry I didnt update sooner, and Im ever more sorry that its not longer. But it was a good place to stop! Tell me what you think! Review please! J