Okay, I finally got around to typing this! Yay! Before I forget, I wanted to thank everybody who reviewed again! You're all awesome and I am giving you a virtual hug right now! Oh, and if you saw the NCIS season premiere and understood it, could you please explain it to me in a review or a PM. Cuz I didn't get it at all, and neither did Charlie. And by the way, a new character will be introduced in this chapter. Her name is Xhail and its pronounced like Kyle. Don't ask me, I didn't come up with the name. Charlie did.

Yep, still don't own NCIS. I can only say I own it on opposite day.

The other victims didn't want anything to do with Gibbs and Tony. Two and two clicked together fairly well. Landon, Devllynn, and Chad were the serial kidnappers. But there were only forty people here. What happened to the other sixty? What did they do with all of them?

The door opened and everybody but Tony and Gibbs scrambled back into a corner, afraid of what would come. A man with unkempt red hair poked his freckled face into the room and sneered at the group of people.

"Who's hungry?" he asked in a phony British accent.

A teenage boy with dark skin and a shaved head stepped forward. He look like a stick, like one well placed hit would take him down. His eyes darted back and forth nervously, as if some monster was going to pop out at him.

"I'm hungry," he mumbled.

The man smiled to reveal crooked teeth. "Are you now? Well if you're just hungry now, than you can wait another three days."

Gibbs wanted to shoot this man. He was cruel and vile. He enjoyed other people pain and suffering, but he wasn't as bad as Landon. The group of people whined. It was clear they were all very hungry. Tony winced as he looked at the fragile beings in the room. They were all so broken.

'That's going to be me in a few days,' Tony though bitterly.

"Come on, Gary!" someone whined. "We're starving!"

The man with the red hair, Gary, chuckled and threw in a giant chunk of raw meat. It was old, something green was growing on it, and Tony was pretty sure he had seen it move. Despite the total grossness of the food, if you could even call it that, the people leapt on the mound of meat like a pride of hungry lions. Gary watched with amusement. He did not try to hide the fact that he was psychopath. He cast his grey eyes on Gibbs and Tony.

"Not hungry?" he asked, pouting out his bottom lip.

Tony shook his head quickly. Gibbs just glared at Gary. Those people shouldn't be to the point where rotting meat seems like a delicacy. Gary cheered them on as they beat each other up for chunks of meat. Again he turned his attention to the two NCIS agents.

"Which one of you is Gibbs?"

Neither one of them answered.

"Because Landon wants to have a word with you."

Gibbs stood up and walked to Gary. Tony had half a mind to stop him, but he decided against it because he really wanted to keep his hand.

Gary turned around for one second to close the door and when he turned back around, Gibbs was gone.

Gibbs sprinted down a dark hallway, passing doors that could have any number of things behind them. First things first, he needed a weapon, and then he would come back for Tony and the others. Gibbs rounded a corner to find a dead end, but it was a little lighter there than it was in the other hallways. Gibbs looked to find a trap door with a string attached, like those that led to an attic.

Gibbs pulled the cord and a ladder came down. He began to climb when he stopped and looked behind him. No one was there. Weren't they looking for him? They must not have thought he could find his way out. Gibbs climbed to the top and poked his head out. He was under a table, which he assumed was in the small cabin.

Gibbs stepped off the ladder and carefully shut the hatch. When he turned around, Landon stood there with his arms crossed. Oddly, he didn't look mad, he looked almost pleased. He flicked his head to the side, indicating for Gibbs to follow. Gibbs did so reluctantly. It was possible he could swipe a weapon from his captors.

Landon led him into a small room. Brown stains covered the cement floor, and it wasn't coffee. Gibbs's eyes rested on Landon. He looked like a normal young man, but Gibbs knew that behind the mask, Landon was a psychopathic sadist.

Gibbs cleared his throat. "I was told you wanted to see me."

Without warning, Landon punched Gibbs in the chest. Gibbs wasn't fazed by it. He made a grab for Landon's neck, but the sadist kicked him in the stomach before he got the chance. Something heavy came crashing down on Gibbs's head and his vision blurred.

'Not again,' Gibbs though angrily.

When his vision cleared, he saw Landon standing before him with a bat in one hand and a syringe in the other. Landon stabbed the needle into Gibbs's neck and watched as the effects of the liquid took its toll on the Marine.

The liquid numbed Gibbs at first, but as it made its way through his system, it turned into searing pain. Gibbs clenched his teeth and swore at Landon under his breath.

Landon's fist connected with Gibbs's jaw. Due to the pain, Gibbs could not fight back. The pain brought him to his knees, and then Gibbs found himself lying on his back with Landon kicking him in the ribs. Gibbs's vision clouded over and his world went black.

"Lisa! Don!" Landon called.

A woman and a man appeared and waited for Landon's orders. Don had salt and pepper hair that went well with his watery blue eyes. Lisa could have been the third Olson twin.

"Take him to his new home," Landon ordered, gesturing to Gibbs.

The two picked up Gibbs and carried him out without saying anything. Landon strode out of the room and met with Devllynn and Chad in another room. They both stood over a computer, watching a tape of Landon and Gibbs's encounter. Chad leaned back in his chair and smiled triumphantly.

"How long will it take to edit?" Landon snapped.

"Already done," Chad replied.

Landon nodded to himself. Thing were going well.

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Tony sat and waited for Gibbs to come back. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, and Gibbs had yet to return. The people who had earlier acted like he had the plague again were now giving him sympathetic looks. It angered Tony. They knew what was going on and he didn't. Finally, someone found the courage to approach him. It wasn't even an adult; it was a little girl no older than seven. She had long brown hair that went the whole way down to her waist, though her sparkling green eyes were what caught Tony's attention.

"Who was that man?" the little girl asked Tony.

Tony stared at her, trying to understand what she meant. Was she talking about Gibbs? She obviously saw Tony's confusion, so she rephrased her question.

"The man with the silver hair and blue eyes."

"His name is Leroy Jethro Gibbs," Tony explained. "He's my boss."

"Was," a voice corrected, "He's probably dead now."

It was the boy who had boldly told Gary he was hungry. Now the look of helplessness was gone, replaced with one of anger and hatred. His eyes could have pierced metal. His stance was stiff like he was extremely ticked off. Why would he say Gibbs was dead?

"Don't say that, Daniel," the little girl whispered, tears welling up in her eyes, "It might be different this time."

Daniel rolled his eyes and walked back into the pack of people without another word. The little girl shifted her emerald eyes back onto Tony and mustered a smile.

"I'm Xhail Morrison, and you are?" Xhail asked, trying to sound grown up.

Tony smiled. "Anthony DiNozzo."

"I'll call you Tony," she stated warmly.

Without thinking, Tony reached out and ruffled her hair, messing it up. Xhail laughed loudly. The sound was foreign to the prisoners like they had heard it in another life and were just remembering what it was. But most of all, it gave them hope. Hope that someday they were going to get out of this terrible place, away from their psycho captors.

"Where's your family?" Tony asked Xhail.

"I don't have a dad, and the last time I saw my mom, she fell asleep in a pool of red Kool-Aid that she spilled."

Tony held his breath so he wouldn't gasp, he didn't want to alarm Xhail. He knew kids freaked out if they thought anything was wrong. Xhail kept talking, telling Tony about her older brother Ethan, who was her best friend.

The door swung open and Landon himself stepped in and smiled wickedly at his prisoners as they scurried away from him like scared animals. Tony stood up and faced Landon, unafraid.

"Where's Gibbs?" Tony asked through gritted teeth.

Landon cocked his head to the side, indicating for Tony to follow him. Tony cautiously followed, unsure of what else to do. Landon led him into a small room with a junked TV in it. Chad stood in the corner and clicked a button on the ancient television, surprisingly it worked. Landon sat Tony on a chair in the middle of the room and directed his attention at the screen.

The screen showed a concrete room. Then two people came into view: Gibbs and Landon. Then he watched as the fight began. Tony tried to get up and hurt Landon, but he was weighed down by the shock of what he was seeing. On the TV, Landon was beating Gibbs and he wasn't fighting back.

Tony leapt out of his chair and screamed in rage as he watched Gibbs go limp. His fists found their way to Landon's face. Tony screamed curses and insults as he continuously punched his boss's killer. Tony didn't stop when he heard Landon's nose break. No, he wanted this man dead, right there and then. Tony managed to wrap his hands around Landon's neck and he squeezed. He felt the killer's pulse and had a sickening desire to drag out Landon's death, make it as slow and painful as he could because Landon had done that to Gibbs. Beaten to death, that was truly a terrible way to die.

Chad yanked Tony off of Landon and smacked him across the face with the butt of his gun. Tony stopped his assault, all the adrenalin draining from him, but his hatred for Landon stayed. He felt numb. And not the good kind of numb.

Tony distantly felt himself being led to the cell. He distantly felt the eyes of the other prisoners on him. Somewhere in the fog of his numb brain, Tony heard Daniel say, "I told you so." Tony sat himself in a corner and waited for his mind to clear. The haze didn't lift until Xhail climbed onto his lap and rested her head on his chest.

"They took my brother Ethan," Xhail told him softly.

Everyone joined in telling Tony who they had lost along the way. They were finally accepting Tony into their group. Each on personally told him their name, but he didn't care.

For the first time in a long time, Tony allowed himself to cry.

I have no freakin' idea where Charlie comes up with this BS. Probably from hanging around with me too much.

And to answer some question I have received in reviews: Yes, there will be more Tony whump (Yay!). And chapter five will be centered around the team grieving the disappearance of Gibbs and Tony. It will be set about a month after Gibbs and Tony got kidnapped. I hope that answers your questions, comments, and all that other crap.

I will try to update this weekend.