Thanks for all your awesome reviews; I really didn't think that I would get such a reaction for my first NCIS fic. One last twist sorry I couldn't resist, I will eventually end this story, maybe, in the next couple of chapters. You all encourage me sooo much. I just didn't want to end it yet, I'm having too much fun.

Chapter 12- The great escape

The goons spun around at the sound of shouting, they had to get the agent out of there, and now. They rushed the rest of the way to the battered limp form, unlocked the manacles, and dragged the agent behind some boxes, collecting dust and leaving a small streak of blood along the way. They then turned back, just in time to see who the people were that had entered the warehouse. There was only two of them; it seemed they had been arguing about renting the warehouse. The more business looking of the two rounded on the goons, he looked angry.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing here, this is private property!"

The other man just looked around in shock at the scene in front; he looked at the body of the lady, gasped and turned to be sick. He had never seen a dead body before. This is when the goons ran at the two men and took them down. The struggle didn't last long, the men were weak, the goons laughed heartily at the failed attempt.

They hid the new bodies in a damp store room, leaving the body of Swain; they hadn't really liked her, or her method of torture, they preferred a more…shall we say, physical approach. They crept back to the boxes that they had hidden the agent behind; they didn't want to wake him while he wasn't restrained. The goons split up going both directions around the box, so the agent couldn't escape, when around the back, they cursed. The agent was gone, but where? The only thing left was a small splatter of blood, they goons became angry, they wanted their revenge on special agent DiNozzo.

x-X-x

Gibbs had been pacing for 30 minutes before his phone rung again. He hoped that this time it would be some good news.

"Gibbs" he answered angrily.

"Gibbs! Gibbs! I found something, I Know where Tony is, one of the people that took him had been interested in renting a warehouse, we tracked him from what we saw on the cameras, he was dressed up as a nurse and snuck out with him, just like that, the hospital really-" Gibbs cut her off, he needed her to calm down.

"Abbs, just slow down a sec, where is he?" Gibbs really didn't care how they had managed to find Tony as long as they did find him. Abby rushed the address out and then started ranting again.

"Gibbs, promise you'll bring him back, promise." She sounded tearful; he knew this was killing her. It was killing the whole team, they couldn't stand one of their own in danger.

"I promise you Abby we'll get him back. Send Ziva and McGee to meet me at the car." He had sent McGee to help them go over the video footage when he was aware enough to do it; he had only been given a small dose of sedative, so was ok after a little while.

"OK, bye bossman."

"Bye Abbs" he really hoped his could fore fill his promise. He disconnected his phone and rushed to call Ducky, knowing that he'd mostly likely be needed, if what he heard in the earlier phone call was anything to go by.

The drive to the warehouse would take about half an hour, even at Gibbs' driving speed; also they didn't know which warehouse out of 8 that he was in. they would need to search them all. They couldn't waste any time. Gibbs only wished that they could trace Tony's cell, but currently it was in evidence, from where he had been found when they had rescued him.

They all sat nervously in the car, the surrounds of the city going by; they didn't look at each other through fear of seeing what nobody was saying in each others eyes. They all knew it was very possible that Tony wouldn't be alive, he was already injured and being taken again and whipped wasn't going to help. At least this time he hadn't been taken for long, but had it been long enough to break Tony? They didn't have a clue how Tony would be, that is if they found him alive…

x-X-x

About 20 minutes ago back at the Warehouse…

Tony awoke to find himself lying awkwardly on the cold hard floor, what the hell he thought. How did I get here? Where is here anyway? He heard angry voices then some sort of fight, he needed to get out of here, or at least hide until be could strike back at the goons, he had to get his own payback for them beating him up. Adrenalin coursed through him, giving him the energy he needed to stage his great escape.

His back was like fire, the pain ripping through him, he muffled a cry of pain using one of his hands, can't be spotted now, got to hide he willed to himself. Once the pain was at a barely manageable level he crawled behind boxes, wood splinters imbedded into his palms and knees, he hardly felt the splinters, they were minor in comparison. His head spun dizzily from blood loss, his arms on the verge of buckling, but he continued on, not stopping until he reached his destination.

He came across one of many store rooms. It was dark, but hopefully they wouldn't look in it. He felt around clumsily, looking for anything to fight with. Come on, come on AH! Bingo! His hand felt the familiar weight of a handgun, he fumbled in the dark, checking if the weapon and any rounds left, there was two left, he silently cheered a little, lady luck was finally on his side. He heard the muffled sounds of people cursing. Knowing that he been found to be missing, he made his move, he stood as tall as his body could, almost tumbling to the ground as nausea rose. He moved out of the store room and aimed his shots at the two men, one shot each, where it would kill them but ensured they died as painfully as possible. He fired.

BANG! BANG!

x-X-x

Nothing was moving when they reached the warehouses, the stillness screamed death. They wouldn't believe it until they saw a body for themselves. They moved quickly through the first warehouse, finding nothing but empty boxes, empty hope. Ducky moved along behind them, they had stuck together, no one was on there own since Tony had been taken. Abby was with one of her nun friends, the friend had been called so that Abby wasn't alone. Abby was waiting in the hospital, waiting to them to bring Tony back. The next two warehouses were also empty, they hoped that the information would hold out, if it didn't then Tony was lost again, and again with no leads.

Upon looking at the fourth warehouse they spotted a car, and drag marks. They could smell metallic blood in the air, death had a very distinctive smell, it lingered. The same smell blasted them back a little as they opened the large doubles doors of the warehouse. It looked like a mini war zone, three bodies lay in the room covered in blood, Swain from a knife wound in her stomach, goon 1 and goon 2 both had gunshot wounds to their chests, all three had bled out, also all three had their eyes open, it was creepy, sending chills down the spines of the ME and the special agents. The bodies lay on top of crumpled cardboard boxes and plastic sheets, blood turning the card a dark crimson.

Underneath one of the bodies they saw a familiar insignia, they gasped at what they found it was NCIS, information about Tony had been compiled, usually this wasn't a problem as kidnappers often watched from a distance and made a file, it was the fact that it had something to do with NCIS which threw them, could there be a traitor where they worked. It was quickly bagged as evidence, it could be important later on. There was blood splattered around the bodies, like someone had been standing over them while they died, there was also a streak of blood that wrapped around to a stack of boxes. They needed to find Tony now; there could be more people after him. But he was nowhere to be found…

TBC

I think the next chapter will be the last but I am planning a sequel. That is of course if you would like a sequel. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please read and review. Hehe did anyone notice the movie title :P