Tony sat at his desk staring into space. He avoided looking at the now cleared desk of Gibbs. He was supposed to move into that desk, while some other agent will move into his. He looked over at McGee who was staring blankly into his computer, hands rested on the keyboard. He glanced at Ziva, who could murder someone with the look on her face. Her eyes was closed, but her lips was moving slightly, and her cheeks were wet (not that Tony had a death wish to even mention this later). Tony felt the hair on his neck rise and glanced up to lock eyes with the Director. Sad green eyes met watery green ones; they locked for a minute before the link was broken by Jenny as she walked away from the railing.

"I'm not letting this go." It took Tony a second to realise the voice he heard was Tim's. He looked up and met McGee's determined gaze.

"Neither will I." Came Ziva's slightly accented voice from across the bullpen.

"What are we going to do?" Tony asked even as he knew the answer.

Tim stood up and walked to the stairs followed by Ziva and Tony. It was time to see where the director's loyalties lie.

NCIS

The puppy just came back from the master's room and he was once again locked in his cell. He hurt all over from being punished by the master for not pleasing him. He slowly crawled to his bed in the corner and lied down. As soon as he fell asleep, his dream of the strange people continued, but was interrupted by another strange dream. He was getting out of a car, and standing in front of a house…he jerked awake. The trainer was standing in front of him with a bucket in his hand.

"I heard that the puppy was punished and needs a refresher course." The man in front of him frightened the puppy. He smiled an evil smile and the puppy began to shake. A leash was attached to his collar and the puppy was pulled from the cell and dragged to The Room. His knees and fingers were scraped and bleeding by the time they got to The Room. The puppy was dragged over to the terrifying machine in the far corner. The puppy shook his head and whimpered, but nothing could stop the Trainer.

"A few hours will remind you who owns your ass." The puppy was positioned over a small table his head hanging of the end, his forehead on a small platform rising from the floor. He felt straps locking his wrists to the legs of the table as well as straps across his thighs just above his knees which were slightly spread. One last strap was added across the middle of his back and the puppy wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. A large dildo-gag was pushed into his mouth and buckled behind his head, he whimpered as he felt hands touch his penis to put the cock ring on. The ring had a small chained attached which was pulled down and fastened to the small ring on the floor, painfully stretching his penis and balls. Finally he felt something cold touch his ass as the artificial penis-shaped dildo was slowly pushed into his ass, barely touching his prostrate. This was done a couple of times before the machine was switched on. The puppy felt the trainer pat him on his butt cheek before leaving and switching off the lights. Leaving Puppy Gibbs helpless to stop the machine fucking his ass relentlessly.

The puppy's mind wandered to a happier time when he was still a man, a man known as Leroy Jethro Gibbs…

3 Months earlier

Gibbs was tired as he got out of his car. The case they were working on was killing him. The detective in New York had helped as far as they could, but they were also stuck. Gibbs frowned as he approached the front door which was slightly open, his hand going to his gun at his waist – someone was in his house. He cautiously went into his living room and was surprised to see a man sitting on his couch totally relaxed.

"Who are you?" Gibbs asked sharply, raising his weapon.

"You can call me 'Trainer'. I will be your trainer." The man answered calmly, a false smile plastered on his face.

"What are…..?" Gibbs' question was cut short when he felt a needle in his neck. He was so occupied by the man in front of him – he didn't pay attention to anything else. So much for being a marine! He thought angrily as he lost control over his limbs one by one. He dropped to his knees with a grunt as his bad knee took the brunt of the fall. His gun crashed to the floor and he fell backwards. He couldn't move, lying in his living room staring at the ceiling. The man leaned into view and smiled again.

"Don't worry, Puppy, the drug in only temporary. We want you to know what we are going to do to you. From here on out you are nothing but a dog. An animal, a nothing. You will be alive for the sole purpose of pleasing your new master. I will train you over the next couple of weeks before you are delivered." He looked up and nodded to another man who had just come into view and started removing Gibbs' clothes. Gibbs could do nothing, he tried to speak and scream and fight, but it never left his mind.

He was completely naked in seconds lying on the cold carpeted floor. He was pushed onto his side and felt something attached around his waist. Panic overwhelmed his normally calm mind as something big and hard was shoved up his ass before he was rolled onto his back again. His penis was suddenly surrounded by cold metal and soft 'click' could be heard. Gibbs heart was hammering in his chest. He felt his feet shoved together and tied, then pushed into something that strongly felt like leather. His legs and ass was manoeuvred onto the leather before his arms was pushed into sleeves. The leather 'sheet/sack' was now up to his shoulders. A zipper was pulled up to his neck, and then buckles were fastened around his legs tightening the sack-like prison. His arms was crossed over his chest and fastened behind his back, scarily similar to some straightjackets he's seen. His mouth was opened and a bright red ball-gag was pushed behind his teeth and fastened almost painfully.

He was now a mummy in leather. Unable to move and for the first time in a very long time, Gibbs was scared. The man's face came into view again.

"There, almost ready for transport. Get yourself comfortable, it's going to be a long trip and you will be in this the whole time. We don't even need to take the gag off to feed you. There is a tube in the gag so we can water you through that. Enjoy, puppy." He looked at the other man again and nodded. That was the last thing Gibbs saw for what felt like days. A hood was pulled tightly over his head; he was completely cut off from the world. He breathed through his nose, but it was a struggle to get himself calmed down enough to not hyperventilate. He could hear voices, but they sounded muffled and far off. He was lifted and placed on something that moved moments later. He was wheeled on what he thought could have been a gurney to a van. He felt the vibrations of the vehicle as it took off. He felt another needle in his neck and jerked as much as his bonds would allow him. Not long after, he felt himself drift off. The last thought that went through his mind was one of pure panic,

"Please let this be a dream…."

This is the part where I confess that I don't have any experience with BDSM besides reading and researching. If I miss something or you want to have an input, it would be welcomed (as long as it's not a flame). As I may have mentioned, this is my first story, so reviews will be appreciated. For those who read the first chappie, thanks.

Love, Sneaky.

PS – all mistakes are mine (no beta) and as much as I would love to own Gibbs (and keep him locked up in my basement) they belong to someone else *sobs*.