AN: Hey people! I'm baaaaaaack! And I have a new chapter in store :) I've been a bit addicted to Tumblr lately, so sorry that this chapter is a little late! I hope you like it! :D

Chapter 7

Ziva sighed heavily. What was taking so long? She continued pacing up and down the hallway in front of Tony's door. She couldn't see anything through the window on his door, as the doctor must've covered it. She was wringing her hands, about to lunge for the doorknob.

"Going somewhere, Ziver?"

Ziva turned around at once, "No, Gibbs."

Gibbs had a small smirk on his face, "I didn't think so."

Ziva gave him an exasperated look before plopping down in one of the chairs outside Tony's door. She kept fidgeting in the chair, seeming to not be able to find a comfortable position.

Gibbs sat down calmly beside her, "Relax," he simply said to her.

Ziva looked at him from the corner of her eye, about to protest that she was calm, but then realized she wasn't. She was actually far from it. She sighed again and followed his advice. They sat in silence, Ziva anxiously sending glances to Tony's door.

The door suddenly burst open, and Ziva and Gibbs jumped to their feet. Dr. Ross was wheeling Tony out in his bed, Tony was unconscious.

"What happened?" Gibbs yelled at the doctor.

Dr. Ross held up his hands in mock surrender, "Nothing! He wouldn't let me examine him probably, so I gave him a mild sedative. I'm taking him to a test, now if you'll excuse me…" He tried to wheel Tony past them.

"What test?" Gibbs asked, standing in front of Tony's bed, blocking the path.

"… I'm not allowed to give out that information."

"I'm Special Agent Gibbs, you can see me listed as his next of kin," Gibbs told him.

Dr. Ross smiled suddenly, "Agent Gibbs. Pleasure to meet you then. I just want to do a quick blood check. It's not big deal really; you guys can wait for Tony in his room." He gestured to the room he just exited.

Gibbs hesitated.

Dr. Ross put up three fingers, "Scouts Honor."

Gibbs smiled a little, and gave the doctor a small nod. Dr. Ross smiled gratefully, and started wheeling Tony down the hall.

Ziva shook her head, "That man is petting me the wrong way."

Gibbs looked at her confused, "If you meant rubbing me the wrong way, I feel the same."

Ziva shrugged her shoulders, and started walking into Tony's room, and took the chair she was sitting in previously. Gibbs took the chair next to her again.

They waited.

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The smile wiped off the man's face just as quickly as it appeared. His eyes narrowing, he looked down at his 'patient.' It looked as if he was sleeping peacefully. That wouldn't last for long…

The man chuckled, thinking about what would happen to this man later in the evening.

He continued walking through the hospital hallway, nodding politely at other doctors and nurses he passed, and was soon at the abandoned back exit.

The man kicked open the door, and roughly pushed Tony's bed out the door, and towards a big black van.

"Here you go, pretty boy," the man said as he opened up the back doors to the van, and lifted Tony's upper body off the bed, literally throwing the top half of his body into the van. Tony hit his head hard on the floor of the van, if he wasn't out cold before, he sure as hell was now.

The man slammed the door and made his way to the front of the van. He got in and quickly sped off out of the hospital parking lot, not bothering to put on his seatbelt. They were soon on the main highway, heading farther and farther away from the hospital.

The man turned around for a second, but then focused his eyes on the road, "We're gonna have some fun tonight, Anthony," he told the unconscious man.

The man smiled and continued driving.

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A loud, piercing scream was enough to make Ziva and Gibbs run full speed towards the sound. After turning right at the end of a hallway, they found the source of the scream. It was from a woman and she was standing at the entrance of the doctor's lounge.

Gibbs immediately pulled out his badge and walked up to the woman that screamed, she was obviously going into some sort of shock.

"Ma'am we're federal agents, what's going on?" Gibbs asked her quickly.

She was hyperventilating, "I-i-in there," she pointed into the doctor's lounge, "He's- he's dead."

More doctors were gathering around now, Gibbs and Ziva pushed their way through into the doctor's lounge. They found a man's body in the middle of the lounge, a pool of blood around his head. His throat was slit.

Gibbs bent down to look closer at the wound, and pulled out his cell phone, "Duck. Come to the hospital."

"Is Anthony alright?"

"He's fine Duck, get McGee too, we've got a crime scene."

"Oh dear."

Gibbs hung up the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket. The man was in his boxers and under shirt only; he might've been in here getting his scrubs.

Gibbs got up and walked to the petrified woman, "Do you know who he is?"

The woman nodded, "Robert…"

Gibbs put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Did Robert have a last name?"

Again, she nodded, "Ross."

Ziva looked up, "Ross?" She repeated.

"Yes miss," the woman replied, obviously calming down a little bit.

"Can one of you people go get me your supervisor?" Gibbs asked loudly. The surrounding doctors all scattered, in search of their boss.

Soon after a short woman with jet black hair in a tight bun behind her head walked up to Gibbs and Ziva, "What in the world happened?" She asked, attempting to look into the doctor's lounge, which Gibbs and Ziva were standing in front of.

"How many Dr. Ross's are there in this hospital?" Ziva asked at once.

The woman blinked, confused, "Only the one I know of, Robert. Oh God, is Robert-?" The woman's eyes were quickly becoming watery.

Ziva was gone, almost running to the front desk, "Who is Anthony DiNozzo's doctor?"

The receptionist looked up at her, "I can't give you that information."

"Damn it! I am a federal agent, I will not ask again," Ziva threatened.

The woman's eyes widened, and her long fingers started typing quickly on her keyboard, "Anthony DiNozzo? His doctor is Robert Ross."

Ziva's eyes moved back and forth quickly and she turned, only to run into Gibbs.

"That man wasn't Tony's doctor," They said at the same time.

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Tony slowly opened his eyes and immediately noticed the lack of antiseptic smell, and how the bright white walls were a dark gray. The clean air was now muggy and heavy, weighing down on Tony.

Tony lifted his head, and soon discovered that his hands and feet were bound. He turned his body over, and was immediately face-to-face with the smiling face of his doctor. Tony suppressed a surprised yelp.

"Hello Anthony, it's nice to see you awake," he said quietly.

"Who are you?" Tony whispered.

The man smiled wider and moved his mouth to Tony's ear and whispered, "Your worst nightmare."

The man came back into Tony's view and Tony struggled to get farther from the man, not succeeding, "What do you want?" Tony yelled at him.

The man's smile disappeared, "I want you to feel my pain."

Tony was completely confused.

"Your pain—" Tony started, but the man covered his mouth with his hand, "You'll find out soon enough Anthony."

He dropped Tony's head, and it hit the ground hard, he let out a low groan.

The man was smiling again.

Tony blinked quickly, feeling something in his eyes. He realized it was sweat pouring into them from his forehead. Tony was getting hot. Really hot. Before he knew it, his whole body was sweating, and he was half rolling on the ground from the discomfort.

He heard the man laughing in the background, but then a pain so great erupted in his head. It felt like a thousand hammers were hitting every inch of his skull. It felt like there was something in his brain, desperately trying to get out, but by doing that, he had to rip open his head.

Tony's scream soon drowned out the man's continuous laughter.

AN: Oh… wow. I'm evil. :D Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I don't really think Tony did…

Please review and tell me how it is so far! Thanks! :D