Two months later...

It had been three months since they were captured, yet their motives still remained unknown. They stopped torturing them, simply locking them in a room together and delivering food and water every now and then. At first they assumed it was a revenge plot, but know they weren't so sure. A month ago a man in a business suit showed up in the camp, and that was the exact day the torture tactics ended. Now they had absolutely no idea what was going on. Yesterday they eavesdropped on a conversation between two guards outside the cell door talking about how a man in a business suit killed Arash, which led to a switch in leadership of the camp. They didn't explain exactly, but they could only guess the man was scary, because the guards who tried to kill him died a horrific death. Then a few hours ago one of the guards outside the cell door got into an argument with the mysterious man, and five seconds later the guard was thrown into the cell room, dead. Blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, from his nose, and his eyes. The scariest part was that there were no wounds on his body that indicated a struggle, and his eyes were completely white, the pupils and irises gone. When they checked his body, it truly was something from a horror movie, and while some could deny it, they were all scared shitless. As of right now it was in the middle of the night, not that they got much sleep anyway. Gibbs was lying down sprawled on the floor next to McGee and Abby on either side of him, Ziva in an upright position against the door, Jimmy comforting Breena in one of the corners of the room, and Ducky fast asleep in the middle of the room.

"Gibbs." Ziva whispered, motioning him to come over. With a loud grunt he pulled himself off the floor, shuffling to sit in front of Ziva.

"What is it Ziver?" Gibbs asked, already seeing the worry in her eyes.

"I'm...worried about Tony, we all are. I couldn't help but wonder why that man in the business suit wanted Tony. Do you think he could already be..." Ziva trailed off, tears welling in her eyes. Noticing this, Gibbs pulled her into an embrace, Ziva's face buried in the crook of his neck.

"Don't worry Ziva he's fine. Why else would they keep us here alive?" Gibbs assured her, though he already knew it wasn't doing much to help.

"How can you be so sure? For all we know he could be lying dead in a ditch!" Ziva screamed, followed by her sobs echoing through the entire camp. Already everyone was awake and softly assuring Ziva that it would be ok, but all Ziva could think of was that there was no way for them to know that. After several minutes, the tears subsided, her sobs lowering to small hiccups in the quiet of the night.

Outside the door Mark Costa eavesdropped on the conversation, coming to the conclusion that this Anthony DiNozzo meant a lot to Ziva, and odds were that Anthony felt the same way about Ziva. If the situation became dire enough, he would use her to get an advantage over him. Of course, assuming he even survived the men he sent to go take him down.

Martino was fast asleep, passing out after hours of training and checking up on Tony who was still asleep. It was 2 AM in the house when there was a slight creaking sound coming from the front door. Immediately Martino shot up, moving towards the bedroom door with gun in hand. He put his ear to the door for a couple seconds when he heard another creak. He silently opened the bedroom door and moved across the hall to reach Tony's room. After checking inside to see that he was still in a coma, he shut the door and slid a fake wall over the door to cover the door. Satisfied that the door was completely hidden, he quietly ventured towards the stairs, carefully observing the scene in front of him. 16 men stood at the door, AK-47's slung over their shoulders.

Martino quickly fired off three rounds into three of their heads before vaulting over the railing and onto the sofa in the living room. As four other men rushed upstairs searching for him, he unloaded four more rounds into their hears, killing them instantly. Quickly rushing over to the kitchen, he ducked behind the kitchen island, checking his magazine. Six more rounds. As the men quickly dispersed throughout the house, he picked them off one by one, relying on stealth to survive.

Click

As he fired off his last round into another intruder, he felt a presence behind him. Before he could successfully react, the butt of a gun impacted with the back of his head, sending him crashing to the ground. Before he could get back up, he felt a syringe stick itself into his neck. Not a moment later he felt the liquid quickly spread through his body, effectively paralyzing him. The last three men dragged him upstairs, tying his wrists and ankles together with plastic zip ties. One of the men dragged him to his feet and shoved him against the wall.

"Where is he!?" The man shouted, holding a knife to Martino's neck. Martino just smirked, earning him a punch to the gut.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Martino said calmly, trying to stall them, no matter how futile it may be.

"DiNozzo!" The man shouted again, the knife pressing against his throat harder.

"Right here." A voice emitted from across the hall. Not a moment later he ran at startling speeds, grabbing one of the intruder's heads and forcibly smashed it to the ground, crushing his skull. The second man snapped out of his shock and brought up his AK-47, pointing it at Tony. Before he even had the chance to put his finger on the trigger, Tony pounced on top of him and snapped his neck. The third man holding Martino threw him to the side and threw his knife directly at Tony. Tony caught it easily and tossed it aside. Tony grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him into the wall. Tony stared directly into the man's eyes, already testing his Sixth Sense on the man. Surely enough after a few seconds, the man slumped, already dead as blood trickled from his mouth, nose, and eyes. His eyes were completely white, irises and pupils completely erased.

Martino watched the whole scene unfold with much interest. Ok yes, he was very amused that Tony decided to wake up the moment Martino was about to die, but what intrigued him was the fact that his irises were blood red, his pupils shaped into the main symbol of the family crest. Tony let the man drop to the floor as he grabbed another syringe from the man's pockets. He injected the liquid into Martino's neck, and a few seconds later Martino began to felt feeling return to his body. Tony cut the plastic zip ties from Martino's wrists and ankles and threw them to the side. Tony watched in concern at Martino, who only gave a wide grin as he could finally move his body. Sitting up, Martino chuckled for a long time while Tony looked at him as if he was crazy. Seeing the confusion in his eyes, Martino placed his hand on Tony's shoulder, giving him a friendly shake as Martino yawned.

"So, how was your nap princess?" Martino joked as Tony gave him a friendly punch to the arm. "About damn time you woke up." Martino said as Tony smirked.

"Better late than never, right?" Tony shot back as he helped Martino up, completely ignoring the dead bodies around the room. Ignoring his comment, Martino turned back to Tony with a questioning look on his face.

"Ok, so I know about the whole Sixth Sense thing, but what's up with your eyes?" Martino asked Tony. So Tony explained everything he learned and saw the whole time he was in the coma. Explaining the true capabilities of the Sixth Sense and all of it's functions. He also told him that Alessandra taught him, which drew an amused grin from Martino. Though it was shocking as hell, Martino kind of expected it, except the last part about where he had to sacrifice himself.

"Wait what? You're going to sacrifice yourself to kill Mark Costa!?" Martino exclaimed, clearly not pleased with his choice. Tony ran his hands through his hair, sighing as he looked Martino dead in the eyes.

"There is absolutely no way I'm going to kill Ziva, and Mark definitely has to die. The only way anyone I care about is going to be safe is if he's dead, and the only way I can do that is by sacrificing myself. You have to understand this, Martino." Tony explained as he gave him a pleading look. Martino glared at him for a few minutes before bringing him into a hug.

"I have never met or known a man as caring and modest as you Tony. Make us proud Tony, make your family at NCIS proud, but most importantly, make Ziva proud. I still don't like it, but we do what we must. Now lets go find them, and once they're safe, we'll work together on taking down Mark Martino." Martino said, tears brimming in his eyes. Tony clasped his shoulders and stared into his eyes before giving a sad smile to Martino.

"Lets bring em' home." Tony said.