A/N: Yay! Chapter 11 is here. And I have some news to all of you my wonderful readers: From this chapter on, I have the pleasure to be working with and amazing BETA: Finlaure ! I owe her a big thank you for helping me make this chapter and later the rest of the story that much better (poor gal, she has her work cut out for her XD )

okay, now on with the story!

When Tony woke up the first thing he noticed was that it was already morning, judging by the sunlight streaming through the curtains. Next he became aware of the fact that he was now lying alone in the bed and he couldn't hear any sounds coming from anywhere, but considering that his head felt like it was filled with cotton, the lack of sounds really didn't mean that he was alone.

He took a deep breath and tested the bonds once again, hoping against hope that they would have miraculously loosened or better yet, disappeared completely, but the ties still held firm. Tony cursed and again started working on getting loose.

Tony worked on the bonds for what felt like hours, concentrating at the task and pushing all his discomforts to the back of his mind until his concentration was shattered by the sound of clapping coming from the bedroom door. He turned his head just enough to see Randy standing there clapping his hands with a stupid grin on his face.

"I so enjoy watching you trying to free yourself, I never actually told you how much I liked having you in this helpless position when I had you the first time? No I guess I didn't." Randy leered from the door.

Randy took a tray from a small table where he'd laid it earlier as he watched Tony struggling to free himself. He put the tray down on the nightstand and patiently fed a reluctant Tony some toast and juice. After brushing the crumbs from his captive's mouth he stood up and took the dishes away before returning shortly.

"I know you must be just bursting to get to the bathroom so this is how it's going to go," Randy pulled a gun from the back of the waistband of his jeans and a knife from his pocket and then stood towering over the helpless form on the bed.

"I'm going to free your legs and then your hands, as you might have noticed your hands are tied together so I'll just cut them loose of the headboard but leave them together. You try anything funny and I won't hesitate to use the gun, just remember your friend back at the cabin."

Tony's blood boiled as Randy so casually brought out Bill's faith and fought to keep his temper in check for the time being. He hated the fact that Randy was right about him needing the bathroom, so he held still as he was cut loose of the bed. Tony flinched when the sharp blade cut one of his ankles.

"Oops, my bad," Simmons cut the rest of the ropes and waited for Tony to get up from the bed. He stayed away from striking distance as he guided Tony to the bathroom while holding the gun pointed squarely at his head. Once in the bathroom Simmons closed the door behind Tony and shouted through the closed door, "You have five minutes."

Tony sighed but quickly took care of business and took a survey of the bathroom. The room was small and really didn't have anything else but a sink and the toilet itself. No windows meant that there was no chance of escaping either. The lack of mirror meant that there was nothing to use as a weapon, though the sound of the glass breaking would have surely alerted his captor, but there was no point thinking about that now.

Five minutes later Randy carefully opened the door and saw Tony standing on the other side, he motioned with the gun for the other man to precede him and they made their way back to the bedroom.

"Lie down and don't even think about escaping, I'm sure you have already noticed that there isn't any chance of that."

Tony stood beside the bed and sat down as he looked at Randy with a smirk.

"What makes you think that I'd try to escape? Maybe this time I'm perfectly happy to wait for Gibbs to find me." Tony said while lying down and missed the way Randy's eyes filled with fury. Simmons moved quickly and straddled Tony's waist and wrapped his hands around the other man's throat and squeezed hard.

"Do not mention that name to me! He will not be coming for you because your mine!"

Tony tried desperately to fight the hold and throw the man off of him but to no avail. Black dots started dancing in front of his eyes as he blindly kicked his feet and tried to hit the man with his bound hands. He didn't notice that one of Randy's hands disappeared from his throat as the other continued to put pressure to his windpipe.

The next thing he knew there was a blinding pain in his side as the knife Randy had used to cut the rope was pressed hard into his side. Luckily the blade was short, but it still hurt like hell when it cut the layers of skin and muscle. Suddenly the pressure on his throat disappeared and Tony took a deep breath, but before he could do anything else there were hands on his wrists lifting his arms and tying him back to the headboard of the bed.

Tony felt the move stretch his side and yelped at the pain, before squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. Simmons had left the knife in so that every move jarred the short blade and sent a new wave of pain throughout his body.

Once Simmons was satisfied that Tony was well secured, he stood by the bed and watched his captive, he checked the bonds before moving his attention to the knife sticking from Tony's side, he tutted and straddled the other man's thighs and leaned in to look more closely.

"Look what you made me do. You really should know better Tones."Randy said as he stood up and fetched a first aid kit. Then he retook his position on his captive's thighs. He looked at the knife once more and then none too gently pulled it out, ignoring the pained whimpers that were coming from the injured man's mouth. He used the same knife to cut Tony's shirt off and used the pieces of it to staunch the blood flow. He pressed on the wound for a few minutes and then replaced the fabric with a dressing and put it in place before sitting back, not noticing that the dressing was already turning crimson.

He leaned forward and looked down at the pained eyes staring defiantly back at him. Simmons sighed and spoke in a gentle tone as he carded his fingers through Tony's hair.

"You really should know better by now. He isn't coming and you need to forget about him."

He pressed a light kiss on the slightly clammy forehead and stood up. He draped a light blanked over the prone figure and left the room.

Tony was left alone in the room and there was no one to see the single tear that slid from his eye.

TBC...