Tony held back his screams as electricity coursed through his body. The two brothers had tied wires to his arms and legs, and the pain was getting more intense. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it when it stopped.

"You are one strong cop," remarked Jamie as he cut the power and the wires. "Get dressed and we'll be back later."


Tony was sitting on the bed, looking out at the dark sky when the door opened and Jamie entered. Thinking he knew what was coming, Tony stood up. Jamie smiled as Tony began undressing himself.

"Well done. I see you are understanding the routine already," said Jamie happily. "Let's go. Time for your shower."

Tony followed Jamie into the bathroom. He stepped into the shower, the chains attached to his wrists dangling on the floor. Jamie turned the water on and sprayed Tony's body with it, then grabbed the soap and began his ritual, rubbing soap onto Tony. When he reached Tony's backside, Jamie stopped, caressing the skin like the previous day. Having expected it, Tony did not flinch. He closed his eyes instead and prayed for it to be quick.

"Well done, cop," said Jamie quietly as he moved his left hand to Tony's penis. "You're doing so much better than last night."

Tony held his breath while Jamie's right hand moved across to the middle of Tony's backside. He could feel Jamie's fingers separate the cheeks as they caressed the inside of him. The left hand moved around his thighs and grasped Tony's penis, rubbing and gently squeezing it.

"Good. Let's get you cleaned off and then you can go to bed. Tomorrow has more work for you to do," said Jamie a couple of minutes later. He moved both hands and washed the soap from Tony's body before getting out.


Wednesday was hot even before the sun was up. Tony felt sweaty and all he was doing was sitting on the bed in the motel room. He was beginning to lose hope that he would get away. And he was losing hope of being found as well. He had been missing for over forty-eight hours now, and those were the crucial hours in missing persons' cases.

"Ah, good, you're awake," said Thomas as he and Jamie walked in. Both smelled of bacon and eggs and coffee.

"What could you possibly want to do to me today?" Tony asked miserably.

"Uh, oh, did somebody have a bad sleep?" mocked Jamie as his brother laughed.

"Well, cop, today we are going to do some work. Stand up and strip," said Thomas confidently.

Tony struggled to get up. He was feeling weakened by the lack of food and the disgusting, sickening water. Once he was up, Tony shuddered. He undressed like he was told and moved to the middle of the room. Jamie was holding a whip, and Tony knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back the screams this time. His body was already sore from the previous two days; this was just going to make things worse.

"Stand still. If you move or scream, it gets worse."

Tony held his breath as the whip continually hit his stomach, chest, arms and legs. He made himself stay in his spot, without swaying or moving an inch. When the blows finally stopped, he felt relief wash over him. He hoped it was over.

"Now, go and dress yourself. Then you can sit on the bed and face the video camera."

Tony dressed himself and sat on the edge of the bed. He hoped the video would go to Gibbs so that his boss could see what was happening and try to pinpoint the motel's location.

"Hold this," said Jamie, handing over a newspaper with the date highlighted. "If you speak or try anything, you're dead. Got it?"

Tony nodded. He knew he looked horrible. The mirror in the bathroom confirmed it. He just hoped that Gibbs would see it too.

Tony watched as the camera turned on, then held the paper up so that it was visible for the footage. It only lasted a few seconds, but Tony knew that Abby would get something off it.


Gibbs heard McGee gasp suddenly and looked over.

"Tim? What's wrong?" he asked.

"I got a video," said McGee in shock. "Tony…"

"Put it on the plasma." Gibbs turned around to face the TV screen and saw what had shocked his agent. Tony looked like he was going to pass out at any second. His face was pale, his eyes sunken and grey. There was no hope in the younger man's eyes, and he looked like he couldn't hold out any longer. A newspaper was being held up, showing the date. Beyond that, Gibbs could see that there were chains attached to Tony's wrists.

"McGee, get this to Abby. See if you can get anything about the location. I want to know everything there is to know."

"Got it." McGee sent the video to Abby via email, adding a caption to warn her.


Abby was crying as she watched the video McGee had sent to her. She had read his warning, but it still didn't prepare her for what she was watching. Her best friend was being held captive, chained to God only knew what. He looked terrified, and Tony never looked terrified. Abby stopped the video and checked its data for the second time. She still couldn't find anything except a GPS location that made no sense.

"Abbs, have you got anything from that video?" asked Gibbs.

"It's a motel. That much I know. But I can't find anything else. I got a GPS location that doesn't even exist."

"Can you see anything out that window?"

"Trees."

"Is that it?"

"Just trees. It's not in DC or near the naval yard. But it doesn't look too far away either."

"Keep searching. If you get anything else, let me know. Otherwise, don't worry. We'll find another way."

Abby nodded. She pressed a few keys and continued searching, feeling like she was wasting valuable time.


Tony wasn't surprised when Jamie came into the room alone that night. It had become routine. Tony was already naked this time, waiting near the bathroom door.

"Get in there," said Jamie as he walked over.

Tony stepped into the shower and took down the shower head. He handed it to Jamie, then passed the soap over.

"Thank you, cop," said Jamie with a smile. "How very good of you." He put soap on his hands and squirted Tony with the cold water.

Tony stood still as Jamie rubbed the soap onto his body, stopping and caressing his backside when he reached it. He felt Jamie's right hand slide closer to the middle of his backside while the left hand moved around his leg and thigh to his penis. He felt his butt cheeks separate as Jamie's fingers slid between them. He felt Jamie's left hand take his penis and start rubbing and squeezing it like the day before.

"You're being very good right now. Time for your present." Jamie continued playing with Tony's penis as he slipped the fingers of his right hand into Tony's anus. He felt Tony's breath hitch with the movement and grinned. "Be a good boy now. This will be over soon."

Tony stayed still while Jamie's fingers moved around inside him. He could feel the hand on his penis getting tighter and pulling on him, but he stayed as still as he could for it. He held his breath as Jamie pulled his fingers out of Tony, running along his backside until they came to the front of him. With one last squeeze of Tony's penis, Jamie let go and washed the soap from Tony's body.

"Get some sleep, cop."

Tony watched Jamie leave before he stepped out of the bathroom and went to the bed. He really hoped that Gibbs would find him already.