Notes:

-Thank you all so much for the wonderful and encouraging reviews, you don't know how much I appreciate them! I promise to do my best

-I'm so sorry for the long delay, I had this sitting in my computer for awhile now, but the thing is, I was waiting for a friend of mine that promised to go through everything before I post it,and she never showed up,so I decided to post what I have anyway. I know everything is getting more complicated and confusing, but I can't help it I started with this simple idea at the beginning but its getting more complicated everytime I start typing, as I said I really can't help it.

-This is a Post Twilight story!

-In response to hauntedhope's question I found out about the show by coincidence. I was checking the Tv Series section in and came across navy-ncis. Since it had a large number of stories, I got curious. Of course since I had nothing else to do, I went to and checked it out. My interest grew once I realised that Michael Weatherly (loved him in Dark Angel), and David McCallum (loved him in The Man From U.N.C.L.E) were in it, so I started to look for pages about the show and read about the story and characters. I even read the episodes guide and checked some screencaps.

-In response to CC's review: You are propably right, Gibbs was a little harsh on Tony, but I wrote what was playing in my mind at that time and it madesense to me then. I hope you will feel the same way in the future, if you keep reading, that is. And if you thought that was harsh, you won't believe what Tony will do to Gibbs soon ; )

-Thanks to AndyCake's advice, this part was edited.

To Trust Again

Part 2

McGee's patience wore thin as he waited for Abby outside the interrogation room. His foot tapped the floor nervously and a heartfelt sigh escaped his lips when he looked up at the still closed door. He wondered what was taking so long and why they haven't spent half as much time questioning him. Before he could start pacing back and forth again, the door opened and Abby stepped out. His eyes searched hers eagerly and although she looked pale and tired, she managed to flash him a reassuring smile that instantly soothed his worry. Behind her, the man who was his tormentor for the past week, followed. He looked, to McGee's satisfaction, worse than Abby, which, the young agent decided, served him right. Massaging his aching temple, the man glared lividly at both of them. "I don't have to remind you, if you remember anything..."

"We'll let you know," Abby cut him off, already striding away toward the exit door. Once outside, she took a moment to stretch her sore back and inhale a mouthful of fresh air. McGee came right behind her.

"So how did it go?"

"No different than the others."

McGee hesitated for a second before reaching out to clasp her hand and squeez it softly. He looked up and saw her smile at him. She squeezed back.

"McGee?"

"Hmm?"

"Everything will be allright."

"I hope so, Abby. I really hope so." Abby's happy-go-lucky attitude really amazes him. How she manages to keep her spirit up through times like this was beyond him. He wished he could be half as confident as she was, or sounded like anyway. McGee was confident about one thing however : things couldn't possibly get any worse.

When they got inside the car he turned to her and asked, "Abby, what now?"

"We already talked about this McGee," Abby replied while playing with her nails, "If you don't want to do this, nobody's forcing you."

"You know I won't let you do this alone, but Abby, this isn't a game. It's dangerous. Way dangerous, and even if we survive that country, we'll surely lose our jobs or... worse."

"I know that McGee."

"Gibbs won't be happy."

"We'll buy him coffee once we get there."

He sighed again after he failed to change Abby's mind, but he had to try, for now was their last chance to change their minds. Well, it didn't work, he concluded, not that he expected it to. "Pasports ready?"

"Yeah. So tell me, what do you think of a blond me, McGee?"

Yeah, definitely amazes him and she manages to do that every day.

"And don't forget to stop for a CAFF-POW on your way to the hospital.

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To Tony's surprise, the door wasn't locked and his exit was smooth. It was dark and he dragged his feet along the wooden floor quietly, careful not to emit a loud sound that would give him away.

"Going somewhere?"

Tony froze in his place, then his shoulders dropped. He turned slowly to stare at the figure sitting in the far dimly-lit corner, recognizing beforehand, it was Gibbs. He shrugged carelessly, a brash smile played on his lips, but his eyes, Gibbs observed, were gazing hard at the weapon laying harmlessly on the table in front of Gibbs.

"Well, since you're not going anywhere, why don't you sit down and we could have a little chat."

For a moment, Gibbs was sure Tony would decline and turn back, but he didn't. He shrugged again and made his way to Gibbs. Sitting down, the two men just stared at each other for a long moment before Gibbs decided to break the silence. Taking a long sip of the cup of coffee he held, Gibbs began.

"You do remember your name, don't you? With the way you respond to it..."

"So?"

Gibbs shifted in his seat. "Do you remember anything about your past, Tony?"

'That question again.' Tony glared at him long and hard. "I remember...some stuff."

"What stuff do you remember? Tell me, I could help you remember more."

"Why are you so riled up about it?" Tony didn't like where the conversation was going and he made sure Gibbs knew how he felt.

Gibbs had to mentally remind himself to stay cool. "I already told you, I was your friend in the past, and Tony, believe me, I still am. I came here for one reason only and that's to rescue you and take you home."

Tony looked shamefully unconvinced. "Took you all that time to get here, huh? The problem though is that I don't remember home, and I certainly don't remember you."

Gibbs shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Tony. We didn't know where to look. We had no lead on your whereabouts, no witnesses, no nothing. But we never gave up. We kept trying for the past four years, and when we finally succeeded, I came straight here to get you out."

Gibbs tried hard to put as much feelings in his words as he could, he wanted, 'needed' Tony to believe him. His eyes traveled to Tony's and beckoned him to trust him, to believe in him.

"Listen Gibbs, that is your name, isn't it?" Tony said, running a hand through his untidy locks, "Anyway, you really sound truthful and all, but if I learned anything from ...that place, it was to never trust anybody. You see, I've been through this before. I had guards and inmates tell me they were going to help me and get me out, but the truth was, they only wanted something else, which I'm sure will be the case here too."

Gibbs's response was grim silence followed by a slow reach for the gun on the table, causing Tony to frown.

"Memory, or no memory, you're still a pain in the neck, DiNozzo."

"So, now you're going to shoot me?"

"As tempting as it sounds," Gibbs leaned to whisper in Tony's ears, "No. I'm sticking to my story."

Tony pulled away violently, then, when Gibbs made no threatening moves, he managed a shaky smile. "Suit yourself, not like it's gonna make any difference," He shrugged trying to cover his shaky state, "So, where did the old man and the beard guy go?"

Gibbs didn't miss Tony's reaction, but decided to ignore it. Straightening, he pointed to a room across the corner. "Martin is taking a nap, and Steven is out fishing for news."

"It's late, maybe you should get some rest too," Gibbs added pointedly, "You never know when we'll be on our way." He decided that pushing it was not the best way right now, it will only complicate things further.

Tony's attention snapped suddenly toward the small window at the far end. He stood, and without a word went to stare down at the empty street from the closed window. Staring at his back, Gibbs noticed a slight shiver run through the younger man as realization of his freedom finally hit him. Tony murmured something softly and Gibbs had to step closer to hear it.

"I'm really out..out of that place! This is incredible!"

"I'll make sure you never go back, Tony," Gibbs promised. Tony turned to face him, his eyes clouded with doubt, then the doubt slowly dissolved into a rare true smile that brightened his sunken face for the first time since his rescue. "You really got me out. I don't know how, but you did."

Gibbs nodded, thinking that at that moment Tony looked like a pleased little child.

"Hey Gibbs, I could really trust you now, if you do one thing for me."

"And what's that?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"Let me walk outside this door." Tony's sentence was accompanied by a wide charming smile that reminded Gibbs so much of the old Tony.

"No can do Kid, Sorry. It's quiet dangerous outside and I don't trust you to take care of yourself right now."

"Come on! How can I trust you if you don't trust me? Be a sport, let me walk away."

"No."

"Five minutes only then! I'll be back before you know it"

"No."

"Fine," Tonny grumbled, "At least we're even: I don't trust you, you don't trust me."

A smile threatened to crawl its way to Gibbs face; Tony's grumbiness was somehow reassuring. Whatever they've done to Tony, they haven't broken his spirit, and that thought was comforting enough to lighten Gibbs mood.

"At least let us agree on one thing. What say you, we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" Tony didn't seem at all surprised by the suggestion.

"You and I work together, as a team, to get out of this mess. You don't want to get caught again, or do you, Tony?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"Answer me."

"Of course not."

"Here you go! I don't want you to get caught again either, which means we finally agree on something," Gibbs sounded pleased, "Let's work together, at least until we're a safe distance away from those goons that are after you, then we'll dwell on that trust issue of yours all you want, how about it, DiNozzo?" His eyes, laced with hope, traveled to his former agent's face.

Tony looked thoughtful for a moment before his careless smile returned to his lips. "Sure thing, Gibbs. Whatever you say."

Gibbs eyed him doubtfully, "So, we have a deal?"

Tony nodded too quickly, confirming Gibbs's suspicion all too well. He sighed, and it was that moment Martin chose to exist his room. Rubbing his eyes and yawning widely, the old man waved a greeting hand their way. "Howdy, Boys!"

"Slept well?"

"Don't I always?" Martin smiled at his long-time friend. "Stevie back yet?"

Gibbs shook his head. "You think we should worry?"

"Naah," Martin offered as he poured himself a cup of cold coffee from the pot Gibbs filled earlier that day, "He'll be back."

Gibbs nodded.

"So, how are you feeling now, Kid? Any better?" Martin asked eyeing Tony with a steady gaze.

"I'm fine."

"Good," Martin seemed pleased, "Jethro, you look like hell. Go get some rest, you'll need it."

Gibbs opened his mouth to argue, then changed his mind. Martin was right, he needs all the rest he could get. "I'll do that." Gibbs then frowned pointedly at Tony.

"I'll take it from here," Martin assured his friend. "By the way, this coffee is good!"

"Umm.." Tony interrupted meekly. Both men turned to stare at him. "You do have a bathroom here, which I'm allowed to use, right?"

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