As Tony got out of his car, he had a million thoughts running through his mind. What if I'm wrong, and they aren't in Somalia? What if they are already dead? What is happening to them? Who kidnapped them? He approached his apartment door and got out his keys, making a loud jingling noise in the process. As he unlocked the door, he got a funny feeling in his gut. Maybe it was the breakfast burrito he had in the morning, but something about the situation felt like it would go wrong. He was right. As he stepped through the door, he was instantly attacked.
One of the men had tackled him to the floor, the other pulling out a syringe, most likely filled with a sedative. They were both wearing black ski masks (like the one's robbers use), black hoodies, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. There was a noticeable bulge at both of their hips, indicating they had pistols on them, and poorly hidden combat knives in their pockets.
He tried to escape the two men, but already the syringe was in his neck. Immediately he became paralyzed, fully awake but couldn't move. The man who tackled him got off and began tying Tony's hands behind his back and ankles together with two plastic zip ties. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a man dressed in a similar style stealthily enter the room, not making a sound. He was wearing a black baraclava mask (like a ninja heh), a black Under Armour Base 2.0 Crew Shirt (it's basically a long sleeved compression Under Armour shirt that forms tightly to your body), black cargo pants, and black combat boots.
Thoughts ran through Tony's mind as he first noticed the man. He wasn't dressed exactly like the others, and he wasn't originally in Tony's apartment. He also started to creep silently to the two men who were making a phone call, both staring at Tony. He was holding two identical serrated combat knives so that the blade pointed behind him.
In the blink of an eye he was behind the two men who had a knife going through their throat and out the other end. They immediately dropped to the floor, gasping for air. The mysterious man picked up the phone and smashed it under his boot. He then turned towards Tony and lifted him up, carrying him out of the apartment. All Tony could do was sit and watch as he was loaded into the backseat of a black SUV, still bound by the plastic zip ties. The man got into the drivers seat and drove for thirty or so minutes before pulling into an airfield.
He got out of the car holding two Glock 23's with suppressors on both of them, holding them behind his back. The paralysis had worn off already, but since he was still bound, all he could do was sit up and watch the exchange between the mysterious man and another man dressed identically to the two men in his apartment. Immediately the mysterious man brought out his two silenced weapons and fired them both into the mans forehead, killing him instantly. The mysterious man then came up to the SUV Tony was in and gently helped him out of the car.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want from me!?" Tony shouted. He could barely keep his emotions in check as they were before the whole kidnapping thing, now he just needed some form of release. The man ignored him as he loaded him onto the jet. Besides the whole kidnapping thing, he kind of liked the interior. It was really nice and roomy, definitely better than the military transports that took him to Israel after the whole Rivkin fiasco. He pulled out a syringe and injected Tony with a sedative, immediately making him drowsy. Before the lights went out, he saw the man stab the pilot of the plane, dump his body outside the plane, then take the controls himself as he felt the plane begin to lift off the airfield to destinations unknown.
Eight hours later...
When Tony woke up, he was laying in a king sized bed with breakfast on a tray on the nightstand next to the bed, containing a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, and a small slip of paper. He carefully picked up the slip of paper as if it would explode if he made a crease in it, then read the words scrawled on it. Eat up. You'll get answers once you finished EVERYTHING.
Reluctantly, he began to slowly put small pieces of toast into his mouth, and a minute later he found himself wolfing down the food like it was his last meal. "Maybe skipping lunch wasn't the best of ideas yesterday..." he quietly thought to himself as he finished the last of his breakfast. A few minutes later the door to the room opened, revealing a familiar looking man standing in the doorway. After studying his face for a few moments, realization struck him, and a small smile crept to his face, mixed with confusion and amusement.
"Martino? Is that really you man!?" Tony asked as if he was talking to one of his old college buddies.
"The one and only, my nephew." Martino replied with friendliness practically laced with his vocal chords.
Ziva slowly began to wake up, immediately feeling the ache in her muscles, indicating that she must have been asleep for a long time. The first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes was the blinding sunlight coming through a worn-looking window with years of grime stained on it. As her eyes adjusted, she noticed Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky, Breena, and Jimmy all tied to a wooden chair with their arms tied to the armrests of the chair and legs tied to the front legs of the chair, identical to the way she was. They were all arranged to face a wooden door, sitting side-by-side. Then the memories came flooding back. From being kidnapped to hearing Arash targeting Tony, she felt like just had the wind knocked out of her. Taking a closer look around the room, she soon realized where she was. This was the same room she had been taken to when a bag was lifted off her head, revealing a weary looking Tony sitting across the room, where she had been rescued after months of torture. She was in the exact same terrorist camp she had been years ago, in the Horn of Africa, Somalia.