Sorry this is a little later than I told some of you lovely readers, I've not been at home much never mind near a computer but alas, here is the final chapter, enjoy!

Chapter 11

When the dust and fight had settled Gibbs' team, a little bruised and bloody, had come out victorious. McGee's arm had been clipped a little by a bullet but the damage was minimal, Ziva and Gibbs had a few cuts and bruises but again the damage was small. The other people however, were either handcuffed or unconscious on the floor.

Gibbs' gut twisted harshly inside him and he ordered his other two team members to stay put until back up arrived; he was going to find his Agent.

The air had cooled somewhat since Gibbs had last been outside, and the light they'd had was almost completely gone, he needed to find his Agent sooner rather than later. It wasn't that he didn't think that Tony didn't have the will power to survive the night, it was just that sometimes the human body refused to listen no matter how much will you had.

Searching around for some sign of his Agent he realised that it was far too quiet. Had he been too late? Had he let his Agent get into a situation that he wasn't up for without backup just because said Agent had said he needed to do it?

Gibbs dropped his head for a moment, uncertain if he had done the right thing. Hating the weakness his blazing blue eyes searched the horizon for anything that indicated where his Agent might be. When asked later why he started walking in a certain direction he would tell them he saw a shadow but really it had been his own gut feeling that Tony was that way.

The further he got the more worried he became; surely Tony would be coming back now if everything had gone right. It didn't take too much longer to find his wayward Agent but the moment he did he knew that Tony would need at least a little help with what had happened recently.

A silhouette stopped Gibbs in his tracks; he could barely make out the persons features with the dark encroaching and the fact that the person was faced away from him.

He tried to call out to the man in front of him but received no response, the man just remained in the position he was in. Gibbs moved slightly outwards only to see that the still man was holding a gun. Immediately on alert, even if it was his Agent standing there, Gibbs had his weapon out and pointed down to the ground, ready to bring it up at a moment's notice.

"Why'd he do it, Gibbs?" Gibbs was surprised that Tony seemed to know that he was there given his Agent's state.

Tony was staring through Gibbs, who had moved into Tony's line of sight, though not too close to where Tony still aimed his gun. Following the line of the gun, he found that Tony was still aiming it in the direction of where Gibbs supposed Mark might have been standing before being taken down.

Mark was lying dead about three meters away from his Agent, it had only taken one shot by the looks of it.

But then why was Tony still holding the gun towards his fallen ex-partner.

"Tony? You can put the gun down now." Gibbs didn't like that Tony seemed to ignore his request.

Tony simply stood there, looking dead to the world, mind spinning, needing someone to stop him.

Then Gibbs understood it, if Tony put the gun down it would be over, there was nothing else to do, and Tony would be faced with the fact that his own partner had betrayed him and had him tortured and by the sounds of it he hadn't even been given an answer at the end of it all, he'd been forced to kill someone he'd known for years.

Gibbs moved closer to his Agent slowly, not wanting to spook Tony who rippled with tension.

Warm hands wrapped themselves around Tony's wrists and a calming voice made its way through the haze in his mind.

"You can let go now."

Tony's mind was racing, trying to think why Gibbs would say something like that and in that tone.

Then it caught up with his body and he realised that he was still holding his gun. His grip wavered a little while he was trying to figure out what had just happened but then steadied when he remembered why he was out here. Mark.

"It's over, Tony, let go."

What was over? It took another moment to realise what Gibbs was talking about, then he looked a few meters ahead and remembered what he'd needed to do.

Tony seemed to sag as his mind caught up with his surroundings. "Why?"

Gibbs was ready to catch Tony when he would succumb to his exhaustion but it didn't look like that was about to happen this moment so he answered Tony's question.

"Money, we found a least a year's worth of emails and transactions to and from black market dealers. He was selling weapons, information, even people to whoever wanted them."

"Why didn't I see it?" But Gibbs heard the underling fear that Tony thought he had screwed up.

"You stop that now. Nobody saw it coming; background checks didn't even reveal anything out of the ordinary."

Tony lowered his weapon and let it hang in his right hand by his side, the fight was well and truly leaving him now. His eyes wanted to close for the foreseeable future but then he remembered someone had been hurt before he'd left to catch Mark.

"Tim and Ziva okay?"

"McGee got clipped by a bullet and they are both a little bruised but they will be fine."

Tony glared sceptically at Gibbs for a moment but knew that Gibbs wouldn't lie to him like that. He tried to lead back to the station they had come from, Mark could be collected later, but he put his weight on the wrong leg, his face paled and he dropped the gun that had loosely been in his hand. The next time Tony was aware of anything other than pain radiating throughout his body was when Gibbs was looking worriedly at him and he found himself held up by the older Agent.

"You with me, Tony?" Gibbs knew that something was really wrong now, and really questioned whether he should have let Tony do all he had done. "What wrong with your leg?"

Damn, Tony cursed, he'd kept that little fact a secret from Gibbs all this time.

"Oh, that, ahh...well..." Tony's voice was bordering on becoming breathless just from standing. Gibbs glared and Tony decided to opt for the truth. "One of Mark's friends didn't think I was co-operating enough." Gibbs glared again. "Got stabbed."

"Aww hell, DiNozzo." Gibbs now felt worse for letting his Agent run around trying to catch the bad guy. Gibbs supported Tony's weight and they both moved back towards the station.

"Don't even think about trying to get out of going to the hospital." Gibbs spoke before Tony could complain.

Tony looked indignant, as if he would try that.

Tony chatted, if a little breathlessly, about which ever film came to mind on the way back to their team.

Gibbs just smiled and knew that it would take time, but everything would right itself once again.

The End

Well...that's it, the end of this little story. Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.