Important Author's Note: Someone pointed something out to me which actually makes sense. I am changing Tony and Jayson's blood type to O negative simply because I want the medical part to be as correct as possible. I'm going back and changing each chapter to say O negative. Sorry for the confusion that may cause anyone.

Gibbs growled at the elevator doors which were conveniently taking their time to open. He wondered angrily why machines were so stubborn, and why the director had forbidden him from taking anymore computer technicalities into his own hands. He gave the door another .5 miliseconds before slamming his angry hand on them demanding they open up.

"What do we have?" Gibbs barked out stalking into the lab.

He slammed the caf-pow onto the table hard enough for it to open and spill everywhere. Wisely, Abby chose not to comment on it, instead protecting her keyboard from the liquid.

"I'm running the plates now. There's already a BOLO out for one of them. I'm going through the security cameras to make sure I didn't miss anything. How's Jayson?" Abby asked turning to face Gibbs.

Gibbs shook his head. "Not good."

"Dad?" Bella walked into the main lab rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "How's Jayson? Where's Tony?"

Gibbs sighed running a hand over his face. Bella crinkled her eyebrows together, tears immediately forming in her eyes.

"Jayson's not dead. I'd feel it. Dad! Jayson's not dead right?" Bella demanded closing in on her father so she was standing practically on top of him, staring up, daring him to tell her otherwise.

Abby balked at how Gibbs-like the action really was. It surprised her even more when Gibbs took a step back from the angry teenager, as if intimidated by her 5'4 stance.

"Jayson's not dead, Princess," Gibbs confirmed.

"Where's Tony?" Bella questioned taking Gibbs and turning him around as if Tony was hiding behind Gibbs.

Abby had to hide the laugh that threatened to tumble out of her mouth as she watched the kid do something that she would do. It was no surprise to her that Gibbs had allowed her to get away with that one as well.

"You've got until the time I get this kid some food Abs," Gibbs told her before placing a hand on the back of Bella and leading her towards the elevator.

Gibbs jabbed at the button and surprisingly it had opened almost immediately, as if afraid for a repeat of Gibbs' last ride. It was quiet in the elevator, much too quiet for Bella's liking. Her mind struggled to work through the implications of the silence and it worried her even more when her father suddenly just took her into a tight hug, as if reassuring himself that she was real.

"Dad, where's Tony?" Bella's voice was muffled by Gibbs' jacket.

"I'm going to get him back," Gibbs said pulling away with such sheer determination that Bella couldn't help but feel sorry for whoever had done all of this, even if they did deserve it.

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Tony groaned, his arms in burning pain as they supported the weight of his body. He opened his eyes to find himself hanging from a small ceiling, his shirt ripped to shreds on the ground. He looked down to see the black and blue discoloration of his torso, moaning as he remembered the last two hours. His mind focused on his brother, though the protests of his aching muscles hazed his mind.

His body begged for relief of some kind as he tried shifting to a more comfortable position. His mind prayed that his younger brother wasn't in the same position he was in now, dangling from a ceiling, bare for the whole world to see.

Tony heard a door open and he turned his head in vain in hopes to see the person coming in. He could hear the telltale sounds of a camera zooming in and he groaned just a bit more as he attempted to curl himself into a ball.

"Say hi to your father Tony," Svetlana said with a sick grin as she zoomed in on Tony's hanging form.

"Go to hell bitch," Tony grounded out swinging himself in attempt to kick the camera out of her hand.

"That's not nice," she sighed. "You and your brother really need to learn some manners. I simple 'yes ma'am' would have saved you from what I'm about to do now."

Tony watched as she set the camera down, the red light indicating that this was still being recorded. He watched her turn away before facing the camera blinking out his location in Morse code in hopes his father would figure it out. He completed it just as Svetlana turned back around taking a brander out of a container full of hot coal, the sick smile even wider on her face as she neared Tony.

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"Boss we've got an email," McGee greeted Gibbs at the elevator, his face devoid of its usual color, and in replacement, a green that could only mean he was two seconds from throwing up, or he already did. "I'm putting it on the plasma, but it's best that Bella not see it."

"Palmer!" Jimmy Palmer who was singing a tune quietly to himself stopped mid-stride, stumbling upon his own feet, the smile immediately wiped off his face.

"Agent Gibbs. Hi!" Palmer managed to stutter out.

"Take Bella to the cafeteria and get her a drink for me," Gibbs said his eyebrows wrinkling in confusion as to what the medical examiner's assistant found so scary.

"Bella?" Jimmy's eyes landed on the seventeen-year-old girl, as if noticing her for the first time.

"Oh! Hi! I'm Jimmy Palmer," Palmer said introducing himself extending his right hand.

"Dad, I'm a big kid," Bella pleaded. "Let me watch!"

"Boss, I wouldn't..." McGee trailed off.

Gibbs nodded. "No. Go with Jimmy and then come back up here. Jimmy call me before you guys come up," Gibbs said already shooing the two back into the elevator. "I'm not kidding Bella."

McGee was practically dragging Gibbs from the elevator, not that the junior agent would ever even consider touching Gibbs on purpose. Gibbs took a drink from his coffee wishing horribly that it was bourbon instead as he waited for McGee to put the email up.

"Boss it was a video from Svetlana. I have to warn you in advance it's a bit sickening. I tried tracing back the IP address but I lost it somewhere in Hong Kong. They were bouncing the IP…" McGee rambled.

"Play it McGee!" Gibbs barked.

Gibbs watched as his son back first appeared on screen; the obvious scars from his childhood obvious as they contrasted against his skin tone. He had forgotten just how angry those scars made him, but he felt his blood start to boil when he realized that there were also new welts on Tony's back. He was bleeding as if he was whipped, not as bad as Jayson was bleeding, and not nearly deep enough to actually kill, just to torture. As the camera came closer he realized his son was being hung from the ceiling, naked.

The camera snaked around to the front where Gibbs had to force himself to swallow when he saw Tony's torso which was a culmination of black and blue bruises. He watched as Svetlana spit on Tony and as the camera zoomed in on the spit slowly trailing down his leg.

He watched as Tony grinned a little before his face paled. Gibbs watched as his son's eyes twitched open and close sporadically before becoming placid once more. Then he watched, though his entire body was screaming at him to close his eyes as the sounds of Tony's pain filled scream filled the room as the bitch branded Tony before the screen went dark.

"It came with a message with a phone number for you to call," McGee said.

Gibbs shook his head. Like hell he was going to talk to this lady. No, he had a few choice things he'd like to say to her, but that will be later when they were in the same room, when his kids were safe. For now, he was not going to waste a single unnecessary breath on her.

"Play it again McGee," Gibbs growled out.

"But Gibbs," McGee said shaking his head.

"Again!"

McGee replayed the thing and this time unable to take Tony's scream, muted the entire video just as Tony's eyelids became placid. McGee shook his head unable to watch the thing without his stomach churning. He was happy when it ended about ready to excuse himself to the bathroom.

"AGAIN!"

"Boss…"

"Again!"

McGee looked up confused, this time unsure if he needed to play the tape again. It was horrible for him to watch, he couldn't imagine the pain coursing through Gibbs' body as he watched his son get tortured.

"This plasma sucks. Get it up to MTAC now!" Gibbs ordered practically jogging for the stairs.

McGee did as he was ordered, though he was confused as to why Gibbs would want to see this of all things on the big screen. He forwarded it up to MTAC and ran after Gibbs up the stairs, barely catching the door before it was slammed on his face.

"Play it McGee," Gibbs ordered standing near the screen.

McGee played it back once more. He shut his eyes, unwilling to watch it once more. "There!"

McGee's eyes popped open to see Gibbs taking out a pen and paper and furiously scrawling something down.

"What?" McGee asked confused rewinding the thing and then forwarding to the point where Gibbs said 'there.'

"That's Morse code. Tony is sending us a message," Gibbs said looking at what he had written.

"What did he say?" McGee asked.

Gibbs shoved the notepad into McGee's chest before sprinting out of MTAC.

"They never fucking left the warehouse! They are somewhere there!" Gibbs yelled out.

McGee looked down at the notepad to see 'warehouse' written down.

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