A/N: Yes, slightly longer chapter this time, but still not as long as I'd like them to be .

Tony woke up to the early morning sun shining right onto his face. He squinted and attempted to shield his eyes from the light, but soon found that he was bound to a chair. As he looked around, he saw shipping containers and crates with lids half off, and realized he was in a warehouse, right in front of a large roller door that lead to a deserted car park. Feeling a tug on his legs, he turned as far as he could, and watched as the man he had seen in his undercover house walked over to the roller door and pulled it shut, leaving the warehouse in almost complete darkness.

As he struggled to adjust his eyes after the blinding sunlight, Tony attempted to recall what happened before he passed out. He remembered Ziva lying on the floor, and hoped that the killer had used her gun and not his own, as they had specially prepared it with blanks and left it where it could be easily found. Now, Tony just had to rely on his team to find him. He smiled, knowing Gibbs would be spending all his time making sure Tony was ok, and would do anything to get him back now, even if it was just so his team wasn't affected too badly by this operation.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crackling and turned, trying to figure out the source before he realized it was the bug in his ear. He must be just on the edge of their range, but he could get through to them!

"Tony?" Gibbs questioned, wondering if he was alright. "You there, DiNozzo?"

Tony breathed a sigh of relief, and as the man who kidnapped him went looking across the warehouse for something, Tony whispered, "Man, is it good to hear your voice, boss." Gibbs didn't know how true that was, but Tony would leave it at that for now.

"Thank God. Tony, are you ok? You've been out of it for a couple of hours." Gibbs replied, and Tony smiled at the concern lacing his voice.

"I'm right boss - got a killer headache, but I'm fine. Can you get a signal on my tracker?"

"It's a bit of a general reading, but we'll be able to search through the area and find you before anything happens, ok?"

"Alright, boss, I trust you. You'd better hurry though, I'm tied to a chair just in front of a closed roller door in a warehouse by a car park. I don't know how long before he tries to make a move on me, but I'll fend him off as best I can while you get here."

Gibbs was silent for a moment, then whispered, "Don't worry, DiNozzo. I won't let anybody lay a finger on you."

Tony beamed, but was interrupted by his kidnapper. "Hey! Who were you talking to?"

Panicking slightly for a second, Tony replied as calmly as he could, "Just mumbling to myself, I do that a lot. By the way, if we're gonna have this kind of relationship," He pulled on his wrists, indicating the ropes binding him to the chair. "I think I should at least know you're name."

The man grunted, sounding annoyed at how Tony was handling the situation.

"Name's Jonathan, can you shut up now?"

"Alright, but you could have asked more nicely."

Smiling, Jonathan realized that Tony was afraid, and was trying to stall as much as he could. He pulled Tony, still in the chair, to a small space between the large shelves of the warehouse and walked off to the office in the corner of the room. After a few minutes in there, Jonathan came back out and sliced the ropes binding Tony and pushed him to the floor.

"Don't try anything, or you'll have a head full of bullets." Jonathan threatened, holding up his gun.

A/N: Yay! Ziva's ok! I didn't have the heart to really kill her; I ship Tiva too, it just doesn't happen in this fic :P And yes, I'm sorry for not worrying about Tony being shoved into a van too, I should have known that in a Tibbs fic, people would care more about Tony than Ziva XD