Okay, so I wanna clarify that Gibbs is NOT dead. You will find this out in this chapter. And now I wanna tell you a story. Yesterday, charlie was stupid enough to name the fish in our band room after NCIS characters. Ten minutes later, we found McGee dead at the bottom of the tank. And we haven't gotten the autopsy report back. Also, Vance mysteriously disappeared hours later.

And I still don't own NCIS.

Tony was awakened from his nightmare-plagued sleep by an earsplitting scream. Oddly, this didn't concern him, he'd heard it enough in the last three weeks to know better than to jump up and find what was wrong because he already knew the answer. Three weeks had passed since Landon had killed Gibbs. Three agonizing weeks.

Tony sat up slowly and scanned the dark room for the source of the scream. His eyes had long adjusted to the damp and dark environment. The shrieks came from a woman in her late forties named Maggie. Xhail curled closer to Tony, for she knew what had happened too.

"They took her!" Maggie shrieked. "They took Rose!"

A pang of sadness struck Tony's heart. He had like Rose, she was pretty and kind. Every once in a while, someone would disappear and never come back. So far they had only lost people, no new victims had arrived.

Everyone had fallen back asleep except for Tony after the announcement that Rose was gone. Tony just laid in the dark, listening to the sounds of Xhail breathing. He jumped when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Tony rolled over to see Devllynn's pale face staring back at him. His first instinct was to hurt her, but he was interested to know why she was here.

"Landon doesn't know I'm here," Devllynn whispered, "Come with me."

Tony detached himself from Xhail, being careful not to wake her. Tony didn't trust Devllynn. He didn't like her either, but if Landon wasn't aware of her visit to Tony, maybe she wasn't all bad. Tony stood up and looked into Devllynn's dark eyes. She really was beautiful.

"I'm not leaving them," Tony said, pointing to the other prisoners.

"We'll come back for them," Devllynn promised.

Tony reluctantly followed her out into the hallway. The halls were empty, which was very suspicious. Devllynn placed her hand over her mouth and stifled a yawn as they walked. Devllynn turned to face Tony, a smile threatening to break across her face. She gently placed her hands on Tony's chest and she pushed him into a wall, kissing him deeply. Tony felt something pass through his lip and he quickly pushed her away. The object slithered down his throat.

"What did you do?" he demanded.

Devllynn smiled and walked further down the hall. Tony tried to follow, but his legs turned to jelly. It took all his strength to support himself. Tony slowly slid to the ground and found his lungs rapidly pumping air in and out, a cold sweat surfaced on his skin. Tony closed his eyes and tried to calm his racing heartbeat. When he opened his eyes, he found chocolate brown eyes staring back at him.

"Hi, Tony," Kate said.

Tony was repulsed by the sight of her. Kate wasn't her beautiful self that Tony had burned into his memory since her death. Kate had the bullet hole in the middle of her forehead, droplets of blood flowed from the wound. The back of her skull was blown out and he could see the mush that was once her brain.

"Tell me, Tony," Kate said, "Why didn't Ari go after the males of the team? Why aren't you the one with a bullet in your head?"

Tony had spent countless hours asking himself that very same question. He never truly found a satisfying answer. The images of Kate's death had never fully left him.

"Why, Tony?" Kate pressed, getting angry.

He didn't have an answer. Tony hung his head, unable to look at Kate any longer. He felt something warm and sticky on his face. Blood. Her blood. He frantically tried to wipe it off, but it was like a permanent marker. Kate smiled evilly at Tony, she didn't seem like herself.

"Why, Tony?" she repeated.

"It was Gibbs! Ari was after Gibbs! Not you or me!" The second the words were out of his mouth, Tony regretted them.

Kate seemed pleased with his answer, and then she was simply gone. So was the blood on his face. Another figure stood before Tony, this one more hideous than the last. Where her right arm was supposed to be was just a bloody stump with the bone sticking out. Most of her hair had been burned off and gruesome burns covered her face and most of her body. But unlike Kate, she looked sad.

"Did you love me, Tony?" Paula Cassidy asked.

"Of course, Paula," he stuttered.

Her watery eyes flicked to Tony. He was afraid of her and Kate, this wasn't natural. Tony shouldn't be having a conversation with his dead friends. This was really freaking him out.

"Then why did my team and I take the hit that was meant for your team?"

"Paula, it's not like that," Tony reasoned, "We didn't know."

"It doesn't matter!" Paula yelled. "You should've taken your shift, but you weaseled out of it!"

Paula kicked Tony hard in the shin and he was surprised at how much it hurt. Ghosts could hurt? But she wasn't a ghost to Tony. Paula was very real in his eyes. Then like Kate, she was simply gone. Ex-Director Shepard stood before him. He arms were crossed and blood poured from her wounds like and waterfall and created a lake at her feet. Jenny wore an expression of anger and sadness.

"If I was still director of NCIS, you would've been fired by now."

Tony just stared at her like she was an alien from another galaxy. Jenny looked real, but she couldn't be. Could she?

"I died to save Jethro," Jenny lectured. "And what do you do? Go and get him killed!"

Tears gathered at the corners of Tony's eyes. Jenny had died to protect Gibbs, and Tony had let them both down. Jenny began telling Tony the ways he could have prevented all this. Tony closed his eyes and waited for her to stop talking. When she did, he opened his eyes. What he saw made him double over and vomit.

"You never had a stomach for this kind of thing, DiNozzo," Gibbs said with a smirk.

A big ugly purple bruise covered his left temple. Blood leaked from the popped stitches on his forehead. Bruises and cuts covered most of Gibbs's body, he looked absolutely lurid. Even worse than Paula. The only part of Gibbs that looked like Gibbs was his ocean blue eyes.

"Boss," Tony croaked.

"Save it, Tony," Gibbs interrupted. "I understand you've been shaken over my death."

"Gibbs, I didn't know he was going to do that to you."

"I know you didn't. But I do know you knew how easily we could've taken Gary."

Tony felt sick to his stomach. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying it's your fault I'm dead."

It took every ounce of Tony's power not to vomit again. Tears spilled over and Tony broke down in sobs. He continuously apologized, forgetting apologizing was a sign of weakness. Before he knew it, Gibbs was gone and his vision was clouding over.

"I'm sorry, Boss," Tony whispered before he passed out.

Gibbs sat with his index fingers to his temples. He massaged them lightly. A man named Spencer was chattering with his friend Cheese, and it was really getting on Gibbs nerves. Why? Because Cheese wasn't real. According to Spencer, Cheese was a gummy bear that only talked to him.

"Shut up, Spencer!" Ethan screamed.

Spencer's grey eyes lost their glazed over look and he focused on Ethan standing next to Gibbs. Gibbs wasn't sure where Spencer's mind was, it was obvious the man had terrible mental issues, but he was also very smart.

"Cheese says 'no'," replied Spencer.

He began chatting with the gummy bear again. Gibbs stood up with a groan, his ribs still hurt from the beating he had taken from Landon. He was pretty sure at least one rib was broken. Gibbs dipped his hands in a bucket of murky water and took a long drink. The brown water felt like heaven to Gibbs's dry throat.

"Cheese says someone's coming," Spencer said without warning.

Real or not, Cheese knew his stuff. Cheese had never given a false warning. Everyone but Gibbs and Ethan scrambled to the back of the room to wait for their captors, silently hoping for food.

The door opened and Chad stepped in. Gibbs immediately knew he was there for him. He stood up and followed Chad into a small room with a TV, a chair, and a table. And of course, Landon was there too. Gibbs sat down and waited for them to say something.

Landon sat a bottle of cold water in front of Gibbs. Mist formed on the outside of the bottle, informing the NCIS agent that the water would be cold and refreshing. So much better than the warm and muddy water he'd been drinking the last couple of weeks. No matter how much his parched body told him he wanted water, Gibbs refused the urge to reach out and take it.

Landon didn't seem surprised that Gibbs refused the water. Landon admitted to himself he would have done the same thing. He nodded to Chad, who left then reappeared with a plate of steak and potatoes.

Gibbs could smell the food before he saw it. His stomach rumbled at the thought of edible food. When it was sat in front of him, he nearly dug in face first. It smelled so good and his starving stomach wanted it so bad, but he forced himself to look away from it. Gibbs faced a problem. If he told them he was hungry, he and the rest of the people in his cell would go hungry for the next week or so. But if he didn't eat it, they would probably hurt him. He chose the latter.

Landon shrugged and turned on the TV, which immediately caught Gibbs's attention because there was a picture of Tony slumped against a wall. He seemed to be listening to someone who Gibbs couldn't see or hear.

"What did you do to him?" Gibbs growled.

Landon placed his finger to his lips, shushing him. Gibbs realized at that moment the Landon's nose had been broken. He really wished he had been to one who did it.

On the screen Tony said something about Gibbs.

"I hate you, Boss!" Tony screamed. "This is all you fault!"

Gibbs was taken aback. On the television, Tony went completely still. They had killed him. Gibbs didn't lash out and attack them. No, he already had a plan of action running through his mind. All he had to do was wait. All he needed was the people in his cell.

Gary had escorted Gibbs back to his cell while Landon and Chad talked. Landon leaned against the wall. His body language suggested he was pleased, but his eyes remained cold and soulless.

"Do you think it worked?" Chad asked. "Do you think they believe the other is dead?"

"Yes," Landon replied. "I know it worked."

Landon took a small object out of his pocket and turned it over his hand. The label on the outside of the vial of blood read 'Leroy Jethro Gibbs'. Devllynn had insisted upon keeping Anthony DiNozzo's for herself. Landon laughed softly to himself, thinking of the events of the day.

"What is it?" Chad demanded.

Landon shook his head. "Nothing. I just love digital editing."

So Tony's hallucinations in this chapter kinda freaked me out. And just to clarify, Tony is NOT dead either. All the evil psychos are trying to make them believe that the other is dead. Don't ask me why, cuz I don't know. And by the way, Spencer is another one of my favorite characters that charlie's created. I actually named him after my favorite character on Criminal Minds. And I really like Cheese too, even though he's not real.

So I have no idea when I'll update this. Hopefully, I'll get the next chapter typed in the next few days, but I don't know. Please continue to leave awesome reviews! And if you really, really hate this story more than anything else, you should still leave a review, even though I don't know why you would still be reading this if you hated it...