Okay, so I decided to be nice and post chapter two today because of all the awesome reviews this got for the first chapter. Also, I wanted to say that I made a mistake in my last author's note. Charlie will not be writing a sequel to Ari's Revenge. But she will be writing a new NCIS fic after she finishes this story. And you should still read Ari's Revenge. And in response to some reviews for chapter one: This story will NOT become a Tibbs slash fic. Charlie doesn't write or read slash, and neither do I. We don't have any major problems with it, but its just weird and kinda disturbing. If you do read slash, please don't be offended and stop reading this story.

Also, I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed chapter one! Its awesome that you all like the story so far, and I hope you all continue to read this story! And by the way, the part of this chapter that is in italics is Gibbs's dream sequence. Well, its actually more like a nightmare.

I don't own NCIS. I might own it in an alternate universe though. I'll probably never find out.

Tony cracked his eyes open and quickly clamped them shut. The light gave him a headache. With a groan, he rolled himself over. Like a roaring fire, pain flared in his shoulder. Tony's eyes snapped open and he suppressed a cry of pain. Sweat formed on his brow and his heart raced. Right now it hurt more than when he first got shot- he got shot! Everything came rushing back at that moment.

"Boss?" Tony asked hoarsely.

No answer.

"Boss?" Tony asked again.

Tony lifted his head, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body. Tony saw Gibbs lying about a foot away from him, looking like he had been his by a truck. Tony reached out and placed two fingers on Gibbs's neck, desperately searching for a pulse. It was there, nice and steady.

"Did that to you about ten minutes ago, DiNozzo," Gibbs said without opening his eyes.

"Where are we?" Tony asked.

Gibbs sighed. He was the team leader, the boss, everyone expected him to know everything. He knew a lot and he was good at figuring things out, just not right off the bat. Gibbs instantly thought about Ducky and remembered how he would always ask for the time of death before it was estimated. Gibbs look at Tony and gave the simplest answer he could think of.

"In the back of a truck."

"How long have we been on the road?"

Gibbs sat up and propped himself up against the truck wall and stared at Tony for a minute before he noticed the younger man was sweating. Gibbs moved closer to Tony and took off his jacket. His white T-shirt was blood soaked and turning brown.

"How's your shoulder?" Gibbs asked, ignoring Tony's question.

"It was a through and through, Boss. I'm alright. How's your face?"

Gibbs raised an eyebrow and a surprised look spread across Tony's face as if he couldn't believe he just said that.

"That's not what I meant!" Tony said quickly. "It's just that-" Doing the best thing he knew how to do, he changed the subject. "This reminds me of that movie Tuck Everlasting."

Gibbs nodded, only half listening. He examined Tony's wound. It didn't look like it was in immediate danger of infection. Tony's skin wasn't hot and he wasn't running a fever. That was always a good sign. The pain was what was making him sweat.

"Only," Gibbs said, interrupting Tony, "We weren't kidnapped because we saw something we shouldn't have."

"You've watched the movie?"

"Read the book."

"You read?" Tony asked, confused.

"Sometimes."

Tony sat himself up straight and leaned against the wall. "That book is only like 120 pages long."

Gibbs's blue eyes locked onto Tony's green ones. Tony wasn't sure, but he could have sworn he saw a flicker of pain in his boss's eyes.

"It was one of Kelly's favorites." Gibbs said, almost too quietly for Tony to hear.

Tony looked away. That was a real conversation stopper. Tony was on the need to know basis about his boss's deceased family, and he knew Gibbs didn't like to talk about it. Tony honestly didn't want to know, hearing about it almost brought tears to Tony's eyes.

The truck lurched, almost sending the two agents sprawling. They had stopped. Both men sat there and waited, unable to do anything else. They strained their ears to see if they could hear anything useful. The front doors of the truck opened, and then slammed shut. Gibbs listened and heard pieces of a hushed conversation.

"Get ready…blindfold…now."

The back door flipped open and light poured into the truck, washing over the two agents. A pleasant, earthy smell filled the back of the truck. Gibbs almost smiled at the familiar scent, but he repressed it. Tony found it familiar too, but couldn't put his finger on where he had smelled it before.

"Tony DiNozzo," Chad called. "You come out first."

Tony looked to his boss for guidance. Gibbs nodded and Tony climbed out the back of the truck to be roughly grabbed by Chad and a gun forced to his head.

"Now you, Mr. Leroy Jethro Gibbs," Landon said menacingly.

Gibbs stepped out to be greeted with a rifle pointed at his chest. Landon smiled wickedly and fingered the trigger like there would be nothing better than to cut down the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs at that moment.

Seeing that, Tony growled, "Leave him alone."

Gibbs shot Tony a glance to shut up but Tony either ignored it or didn't catch the warning glance. So he kept talking.

"So Landon," Tony said casually, "You seem to be the kind of goon who likes to hear people scream and cry."

Gibbs wanted to slap Tony so bad at that moment. He took the time Tony was using talking to look around. They were in the woods surrounded by trees taller than most buildings. To the left there was a log cabin so small it probably couldn't hold more than two people.

Landon took his eyes off of Gibbs for a moment to turn around and slap Tony. That's all it took. Gibbs twisted the rifle out of Landon's grip and kneed him in the gut. Landon fell to the ground holding his stomach. When he looked up, he found his own gun pointed at his forehead.

A gunshot rang out and the birds who had settled themselves in the trees took flight. Tony knew the shot had not come from the rifle or the small gun pointed at his head.

"Gibbs!" Tony screamed.

The bullet had buzzed past Gibbs's ear and imbedded itself deep into the bark of a nearby tree. Devllynn stepped out of the cabin holding a pistol. Smiling wickedly, she extended her arm and took aim at Gibbs.

"I'm a terrible shot," Devllynn admitted, "But I'm sure I could hit you eventually. Now be a good little Marine and give Landon his gun back."

Gibbs did not move.

"I see you don't seem concerned about yourself," Devllynn commented, "What about your partner?"

Chad pressed his gun roughly against Tony's temple and nodded at Devllynn. Gibbs dropped the gun and let his hands drop to his side. Landon picked up the rifle and scrambled to his feet. This one was definitely a fighter. A fighter who may be able to best him.

"Turn around," Landon instructed, irritated he'd been beaten so easily.

Gibbs reluctantly did so, not wanting another round to go through Tony. Landon raised his weapon and brought it down on Gibbs's skull. Gibbs fell to his knees and fought the blackness that crept at the edge of his vision. Tony struggled against Chad's hold, screaming insults at Landon. He couldn't just stand there and watch his boss go down. Landon brought the gun down again and Gibbs crumpled to the ground and didn't move.

"Boss?" McGee croaked, trying to hold in the blood pouring from a wound in his chest. Gibbs pressed down on the bullet wound, attempting to save the young agent's life. Another series of gunshots exploded on the other side of the room where the shooter who infiltrated NCIS was firing wildly.

"Save your breath, McGee," Gibbs told him, "We're going to get you out of this alive."

"Gibbs," McGee said, grabbing onto his boss's wrist, "I'm not…I'm not going to get out of here…help the others…"

McGee gasped and his grip on Gibbs's wrist loosened. His eyes glazed over and Gibbs knew he was gone. Gibbs stood up and tried to ignore the emotion that crashed upon him like a tidal wave. Ziva, who had been hiding behind her desk, crawled over and yanked on the sleeve of Gibbs's jacket.

"Get down!" she hissed.

Gibbs dropped down on all fours next to Ziva, and the two crawled under Tony's desk and helplessly listened as gunshot after gunshot echoed through the room and people screamed. A body fell off the balcony and Gibbs couldn't bring himself to look at it.

"Who-?"

"Vance," Ziva answered quietly.

Gibbs crawled over to the bodies of two young agents who had died in each other's arms. Gibbs couldn't remember their names at that moment, but he felt terrible they had died so young. He grabbed their guns and tossed one to Ziva.

"I can't just sit here," he told her, "while other people die."

"I agree," replied Ziva.

The two quietly crawled towards the sound of the shooter. They tried to block out the sounds of dying and the silence of the dead. Out of the corner of his eye, Gibbs saw a figure hunched over a body. Gibbs quickly changed his course and Ziva followed unquestionably. They found the figure to be Tony, and when they got closer they saw who the body was.

"No," Gibbs breathed.

"I tried to save her, Boss," Tony said through choked sobs."

Ziva slung her arm around Tony's shoulders and gently patted his back, unsure of what else to do. Gibbs leaned forward and gently closed Abby's eyes. Ziva's eyes fell upon a shuttering figure and she was quickly at his side.

"Ducky," she breathed.

Ducky was alive, but barely. Blood poured out of the wounds on his torso. Gibbs could see his friend was not going to make it. Ziva pressed down on his wounds, uselessly trying to stop the bleeding.

"Where's the autopsy gremlin?" Tony asked, finding no humor in Jimmy Palmer's nickname.

Ducky shook his head. Ziva insisted on staying behind with him. Tony and Gibbs moved forward through the maze of dead bodies. The shooter was in sight. He wore black sweats and his face was concealed by his hoodie. Someone tapped Gibbs on the shoulder. He swirled around and nearly shot Ziva's face off. Just by looking at her, he could tell that Ducky had passed.

Another round of shots came around. Ziva slumped to the ground and Tony's eyes widened in surprise, and they quickly turned to rage. Tony ran blindly at the shooter. A single shot rang out and Tony went down.

Gibbs stood up and aimed his gun. The shooter lowered his weapon and laughed at Gibbs. Gibbs fired. The bullet dug deep into the shooter's sternum. The man fell backwards but continued to laugh. The shooter reached up and pulled his hood down to reveal a familiar face.

Gibbs looked himself in the eye and was shocked when he, the shooter, stood up. They wind was knocked out of Gibbs and he tumbled to the floor. Blood poured from his middle section; he had shot himself after all. The shooter smiled down at him.

"We are one in the same."

The shooter burred and disappeared entirely, but Gibbs understood. He had caused all this damage and destruction himself.

Gibbs opened his eyes to find himself lying on the back in a dimly lit room. It smelled of anti- bacterial. Their attackers were patching up their wounds? That really confused him because Landon seemed real eager to do away with him.

Speak of the devil…

"Hello, Jethro," Landon said, appearing in Gibbs's line of sight. "You awake from one nightmare to find yourself deep in another. Such a pity."

Gibbs turned his head to the side, looking for his senior field agent. He found Tony on a metal table just like his. Tony looked much better than he had the last time Gibbs had seen him. Tony eyed Gibbs worriedly.

"I don't use painkillers," Landon warned as he threaded a needle.

Over the next couple minutes, Landon stitched up the wound on Gibbs's forehead. Gibbs lost count after seven stitches, but he imagined there were eleven. After Landon finished, Chad and two people led Gibbs and Tony to a room sort of like a cell, except there were about forty people cramped into the small space.

They looked at Tony and Gibbs like they had some infectious disease. The two settled themselves onto the hard, cold floor, not even trying to get comfortable.

They were going to be there a while.

Depressing nightmare, huh? I almost cried the first time I read it...except for when Vance fell off the balcony and died. I laughed at that part...yep, I hate Vance. Anyways, I have to go now. So you won't have to read a very long authors note right now.

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