Chp. 6
AN: Here comes another chap. Sorry, for the long delay. I'm away for a ten day school trip soon. I'll be gone from the 20th to the 30th. So if you wanna read something, visit my profil :D Have fun reading this.
Gibbs drove like a maniac. He wanted nothing more but to get to his son. These bastards were going to pay for what they did. No one hurt Tony. No one!
McGee held onto the handle as if his life depended on it. Well, it did... kinda... with Gibbs drivin you could never know.
'I hope Tony's okay. Gibbs would be hell to live with if not. You gotta be okay, Tony...' The junior agent thought.
Inside the basement
Tony's been beaten for the past thirty minutes. He was unconcious now. Sacks was glad the younger man wasn't awake. He could only imagine in how much pain Tony'd be. When the door suddenly flew open, Sacks jumped. Cold sweat ran down his back when he saw what Aaron had brought with him.
"Think 'Big Trap' will like my toy?" He turned the big knife in his hands. "I'll just play with him some more... He'll die after that! Hahaha!" With that he raised the knife and cut Tony's cheek.
The young agent moaned. "You're awake! What a joy!"
"Fuck off! Tony hissed in pain as the knife left a cut on his neck.
"You little..." Aaron trailed off. An evil grin appeared on his face and then he plunged the knife into Tony's left arm.
"AH!" The italian man bit onto his lip hard enough to drew blood.
"NCIS! Hands in the air!" Gibbs yelled.
"And now step away from him. I want to see your hands. No sudden moves or I'll shoot off your head!" Gibbs ordered while Fornell uncuffed Sacks and helped him to his feet.
McGee, Ziva and Julia stood behind Gibbs, their guns pointed at the criminal. The other two goons laid on the floor. Unconcious and cuffed together.
"I said: Step. Away. From. Him. NOW!"
Aaron slowly stepped away and McGee walked up to him and cuffed him, then led him out of the room. Ziva, Fornell and co followed, Ziva with her cell in her hand, already calling the EMT's.
Gibbs holstered his gun and went towards Tony. He carefully uncuffed him, trying not to hurt the young man. "Tony?" No reply came. "Son? You okay? Hey!" Gibbs carefully touched the younger man's cheek then cupped his neck with one warm hand.
He stroked with his thumb across Tony's pulse and then gently pulled him into his arms. Careful of the knife. "I'm so glad you're okay, Tony. You had me worried." He felt Tony relax in the embrace and then the young man totally sagged against him.
"I'm sorry I left, dad." He whispered with the last remaining strengh he had.
"It's okay, son. It's okay. Everything will be alright. Come on, let's get you checked out." Gibbs slowly pulled away and then stood up. He held out his hand for Tony to take it. When the young man stood up he felt the blood rush through his head and so Tony began to sway.
"Woo..."
Gibbs held him steady, his eyes full of concern. "You okay?"
"Ya... major head rush..."
The ex-marine pulled the younger man's uninjured arm across his shoulder and wound his free arm around his son's waist. Tony was really tired and so he let his head fall onto his father's shoulder.
Gibbs had a little smile on his lips. "Don't you fall asleep on me now."
"Wouldn't dream of it, dad."
"You better not." The senior agent ruffled his son's hair and Tony let out a small sigh of happiness.
AN: Finished? I think so. What do you say? Thanks for all those reviews. You guys make my day! Thanks for sticking to my stories. Sina
