Sorry it's taken me so long, I've been very busy at uni but i'm back for the christmas holidays so I can finally finish the story!
Gibbs kicked the door hard. The wooden door opened with a resonating crack as it splintered and slammed against the wall. He burst through the doorway with his gun aimed forward. Ziva and McGee stepped in behind him, using their guns to search the warehouse. The large space was completely empty. Just paint chipped walls and windows filled with cobwebs. It looked like this place had been abandoned for years, not a day. Gibbs lowered his weapon, prompting Ziva and McGee to do the same thing.
"It's been abandoned," McGee sighed.
"Ya think McGee?" Gibbs replied with his usual sarcasm. He crouched down and inspected the dust on the ground. "Look" He ordered. Ziva crouched gracefully by his side whilst McGee bent over, leaning his hands on his knees.
"Footsteps?" Ziva asked.
"Someone's been here recently," Gibbs stated, "The dust hasn't resettled yet" Gibbs looked up and scanned the floor. Large voids on the floor marked where the crates of weapons had been kept.
"If the shipment has already been moved to the docks then we don't much time, the ship might have already left," Ziva said.
"I want every DiNozzo ship that's supposed to leave the docks today detained and any that have already left to turn back," Gibbs growled.
"Then what?"
"Search them all!" Gibbs shouted before storming out.
Gibbs slammed the car door and raced up the stepped into the DiNozzo mansion, McGee and Ziva trailed behind him, both glued to their cell phones looking for any information that could help them find the ship with the weapons. As the wooden door closed behind them the house fell eerily silent. Not that it hadn't been silent before but there was something different about the house, Gibbs' gut was telling him something was wrong. Gibbs took off up the stairs, taking the steps two at a time. Ziva and McGee followed. They had no idea what was going on but they trusted that Gibbs knew what he was doing. They followed Gibbs up to the second floor and burst through Tony's bedroom door behind Gibbs. The room was empty. That in itself meant nothing. It was a big house and Tony could be anywhere.
"Search the house, shout when you find DiNozzo," Gibbs ordered as he pushed past the pair to continue the search. He pushed each door open and scanned the rooms for any trace of his field agent. "DiNozzo!" He bellowed down the hallway, hoping for some reply. None came.
"What's wrong boss?" Gibbs couldn't answer, he didn't know himself, just a feeling that something was wrong.
"Where the hell is everyone?" Gibbs asked as he came upon empty room after empty room.
"Well uh," McGee stuttered, "Tony said all the staff get the day off on Sundays," He explained, still unsure what Gibbs was doing.
Gibbs stopped and turned to McGee, "Then where the hell is Tony and his father?" He asked exasperated.
McGee's eyes widened as he caught onto Gibbs concern, "I'll search the grounds, he said he had a tree he used to escaped to," McGee nodded firmly before taking off.
"A tree?" Ziva frowned. Gibbs turned to her and stared hard. She swallowed then spoke, "I'll take the cellar," Gibbs watched her take off before continuing her search. It wasn't long before the three of them had searched the whole house and most of the gardens. They met in the middle of the entrance hall.
"Anything?" Gibbs asked.
"Sorry boss, the cars are all still in the garage too," McGee shook his head.
Gibbs looked to Ziva. "Do you know what this could mean?"
"Yes," She nodded "Tony and his father have been inducted."
"Abd-," McGee stopped as it all clicked into place, "Never mind," He finished quietly, the worry for his friend evident.
Gibbs gritted his teeth. He wished Tony would stop getting into trouble, "Find him," He growled, "If he's goofing off somewhere I am going to kill him," He added before walking off.
Ziva turned to McGee, "Before joining NCIS, I never knew anyone who attracted trouble like Tony," Ziva shook her head in disbelief, "It always happens to him! I'm surprised he hasn't died of a medieval plague or something by now!" Ziva smiled. McGee didn't know what to say. "What?" She asked.
"We don't joke about the plague," He answered before turning and walking away.
An unconscious Tony was dragged across the dusty concrete floor and dumped into a metal chair. His hands were re-tied behind his back and then more tape was tied around his chest to hold him down to the chair.
The hired muscle slapped Tony's cheek, "Wakey wakey sleepy head," He sung. Another burly man laughed deeply. Tony's head dropped limply to his chest and the pair laughed even harder. "He's not going to last a minute."
"I hope he does," The other man replied, "I wanna hear him scream like a girl," He added excitedly, kicking Tony's limp feet for the fun of it.
"Come on, let's go get the old guy," The pair left and a minute later brought in Anthony, he struggled against the muscle pair but he was no match for them. They laughed at his efforts. They pushed him into a chair opposite so that Tony and his father were back to back.
"Untie me this instant!" He shouted at the duo, "Whatever he's paying you I'll double!" He added as an incentive. They didn't listen to him and pulled the restraints even tighter. They left as soon as they were finished. Anthony was just glad they hadn't gagged or blindfolded him. He looked over his surroundings and exhaled noisily. He was facing a huge whole in the wall where windows were supposed to be, piles of rubbish up against bare concrete walls indicated that they had been left in a half finished building. With no windows to protect them from the wind, it as going to be a long cold day and an even longer, colder night.
"Anthony?" Anthony called, hoping his son was awake. There was no answer, "Come on Anthony, wake up!" Tony moaned but didn't wake up, "Damnit Anthony!" Anthony sighed.