"So, SCORPIA agents enter a house and kidnap two people out of a home and no one saw anything other than the van they took them away in?" Tony asked from his seat in the bullpen.

"Keep in mind quite a few of Gibbs' neighbors are elderly people, Tony." Ziva replied.

Tony nodded as he stood up.

"I'm going to go down to Ducky's. Maybe he's got something useful. We've got nothing to go on from here." Tony said frustratedly.

Once he was in the elevator alone he sighed heavily and hung his head. He hated it when Gibbs was gone or MIA. Tony felt helpless that he couldn't watch Gibbs' six, it felt wrong.

As the elevator doors opened on the floor of the autopsy Tony quickly composed himself. He was the Senior Field Agent. That meant he stepped into Gibbs' shoes when their Boss couldn't be there. And to stand in Gibbs' shoes took a lot of effort, after all, they were pretty big shoes to fill.

"What've you got for me, Duck?" Tony asked as he strolled into the autopsy room with ease.

Ducky looked up from his spot over a dead body, courtesy of Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"Hello, Anthony. It's good to see you, under the circumstances." Ducky greeted.

"Looks like these guys should have called in sick. Gibbs really did a number on them." Tony said looking at the bodies occupying the autopsy tables.

"Ah yes, Jethro did not hold back on these fellows. But we know how much Gibbs looks after his family," Ducky said.

"This man," Ducky went on, gesturing to the man he was wrist deep in, "was killed by a bullet wound to the stomach. He had a very slow death. Not that that really matters."

Then Ducky turned directly behind him and pointed to the body on the steel table behind him.

"This man's death was a bit quicker. A very quick snap to the neck. There's also signs of defensive wounds which mean that he and Gibbs went quite a few rounds before Gibbs killed him. The other two men were also killed with a bullet. One directly into the heart and the other right through the head. The blood that was found in Alex's room was luckily not his either." He finished.

"So do you have anything for us to go on? We're getting nowhere upstairs." Tony said.

Ducky nodded and went over to his desk, he pushed the button that would bring him into a video chat with Abby from her lab.

The video connected and you could hear Abby's loud music blasting incoherently through the speakers. Suddenly the Goth's face appeared.

"Duckman, I got those clothes you gave me and you were right! There was quite a bit of residue on their clothes. Probably from a factory of some sort. I'm still not done with the test yet to find out exactly what it is. But my babies are nearly done." Abby said determinedly. Her silver haired fox and her new best friend Alex were her top priority at the moment and she refused to let them down.

"Speed it up, Abs. They could be half way across the country right now." Tony interjected.

Abby huffed, "Tony, you can't rush science. Geez, you're as bad as Gibbs." She stopped short at the mention of the man.

Tony sighed lightly.

"I know, Abs. Just...call me as soon as you have something," he relented.

"You got it, Temporary Bossman." Abby said just as she ended the video chat.

Ducky turned and patted Tony lightly on the back.

"Don't worry, Anthony, You'll find them. Gibbs isn't going to let anything happen to them."

"Yeah, but who's going to look after him?" Tony muttered as he left..

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Gibbs groggily opened his eyes and looked around...not that there was much to look at. He had been put into a room with no windows and the only lighting he had was a rectangular fluorescent light that was flickering on and off. It almost looked like he was in a basement. As he came to his senses he realized that Alex was no where in the room. He stood up and swayed dizzily. His head didn't hurt which told him that he had undoubtedly been drugged.

He went to the door and rammed his shoulder into it in hopes that it would budge but he had no luck. He shivered violently. The temperature in the room was nearly unbearable. He was glad that he had a jacket on when SCORPIA had come, and they had left it on him.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair.

The last thing he remembered was Yokov dragging Alex roughly down the stairs and his father sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. Anger flared up as he remembered seeing his father like that. This was no longer just about Alex, now it was personal for Gibbs and he wasn't going to rest until Eric Yokov was no longer breathing.

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Gibbs was sitting against the wall when they came back into the room. Two guards threw the door open and stood on each side of it with their guns drawn as if taunting Gibbs to try to make a run for it.

Then Yokov walked in, dragging, more than carrying, Alex. Gibbs stood up quickly, glaring as he saw that the teen was bruised and unconscious. Yokov smiled at Gibbs before shoving Alex towards him. Gibbs shot forward to grab the boy before he hit the concrete floor. He looked closer to see that there was blood on the teen's shirt from a unknown source.

He sat Alex down and turned to face Yokov who was watching the scene play out.

"Well, isn't this such a sweet moment?" He snarked, "You're a model father, Gibbs."

Gibbs glared but kept his mouth shut.

He knew he couldn't do anything yet. He was outnumbered and he still had no idea where he was. He knew his team was no doubt looking, he just had to keep himself and Alex alive until Tony and the team tracked them down.

"You know how to hold your temper. That's a good thing, Gibbs. Your son doesn't seem to be able to do the same." Yokov observed.

Gibbs kept his face neutral.

"My son?" He asked simply.

"Yes, you're son. Did you think that we wouldn't know about you're little adoption? SCORPIA has eyes and ears everywhere. You did a great job keeping him away from MI6. Too bad you couldn't do the same about us." Eric answered.

Gibbs ignored him and turned to look at the boy.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Gibbs asked as he bent down to Alex.

Yokov shrugged, "Apparently the drugs in his system wore off quicker than yours and he decided to cause problems. You might want to try disciplining your child. It looks like he needs it."

"What he needs is for you people to leave him alone."

"I'm afraid that's not possible. He's caused too many problems and personally the brat's really starting to get under my skin." Yokov said with disgust as he walked to the door and out of the room.

Gibbs waited until the door was closed and locked before he attempted to rouse Alex.

"Alex? Come on, wake up." He ordered as he shook the teen's shoulders.

As Alex started to groan and wake up Gibbs noticed that the boy's right eye was nearly swollen shut and his lip was bleeding sluggishly.

The teen sat up slowly and looked around at his surroundings before his eyes landed on Gibbs. He quickly averted his eyes with guilt in them.

"Where are you bleeding?" Gibbs asked as he looked Alex over.

The blonde looked up at Gibbs in confusion before it dawned on him and he gently held out his arm and flipped it over the the underside to reveal a long gauge in his forearm.

"When they were dragging me I fell and scraped my arm all to hell. I've had a tetanus shot recently so I should be okay." He said quietly as Gibbs came closer to inspect the wound.

Alex jumped when Gibbs unexpectedly probed around the scratch.

"That hurt?" He asked quietly.

"Well it certainly didn't feel good," Alex retorted.

"I think it's already infected. Not too bad, but infection has set in."

The teen shrugged and hugged his injured arm protectively back to himself.

"Not much we can do about it right now." He said.

They were silent for awhile until Gibbs noticed that Alex was shivering on the cold floor and Gibbs winced as he saw that the boy was only in a thin t-shirt and pajama pants. If Gibbs was cold with his jacket on he could only imagine what Alex was feeling.

The older man immediately shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the teen as he sat down beside him.

Alex blushed and shook his head. He grabbed the jacket and held it back out to Gibbs.

"You don't have to do that. I'm fine." He said in a raspy voice. Looking closer, Gibbs could see dark bruising around the blonde's neck. Some one had choked him.

Gibbs' anger flashed in his veins. He put the jacket more securely over the boy and said, "Leave it."

Alex did so but looked over a Gibbs.

"I'm sorry you got pulled into this." He said.

"Don't apologize- it's a sign of weakness." Gibbs said with a light tap to the back of the teen's head.

Alex smiled lightly at the notion but winced as it caused pain to his split lip.

"Is that another rule?" He asked.

"It's the golden one." Gibbs explained.

They were silent for awhile, both lost in their own thoughts.

"We're not in DC anymore." Alex stated slowly.

Gibbs looked over at the boy.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"No...or at least I don't think we are. I saw a newspaper on the way down here. It was from Maryland."

Gibbs blew out a breathe. Maryland. Well that certainly put a damper on things. Yes, they were still close to DC but it would still make it harder for the team to find them.(1)

"Do you have any idea where we're being held?" He asked. If they were in Maryland they were in luck because he at least knew his way around a bit.

"No, I woke up in the house. We're near in a beach house though. You can hear the waves hitting the shore. The house is probably secluded though. It's deserted too. Only a couple agents guarding the place."

The older man nodded and shifted into a more comfortable position.

They were going to be here for awhile.

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Gibbs sat in silence for nearly an hour and a half, Alex was dozing beside him and he could feel the boy's body inching closer to him as he started to slump to one side. The older man allowed a smile to grace his lips slightly as Alex leaned on him. Just like Kelly had when they she would fall asleep in the middle of a movie on movie night.

The moment was spoiled, however, when four armed men entered the room, making Alex jerk up and awake.

Gibbs and Alex both stood up and Gibbs saw Alex drop his jacket, not wanting anything to happen to it.

"Let's go," one of the men ordered, waving his gun at them.

Both of them had no choice but to follow the man's orders. Gibbs positioned himself closest to the guards, wanting Alex as far away from the men as possible.

Alex's mind was filled with dread as he walked into a empty room with two single wooden chairs. He could feel Gibbs being shoved behind him. They were both manhandled into the chairs and tied to them. Then the guards silently exited the room.

Both of the chairs were facing each other but very far away from each other.

Alex looked at Gibbs who was trying to find leeway in his restraints.

The teen held his breath as the door behind him flew open with a loud band. A shiver ran up his spine as Yokov laid his hand on Alex's shoulder in a mock friendly gesture. The boy's stomach clench as he re-lived the pain those same hands had caused him.

Gibbs noticed how uncomfortable he was and he glared menacingly at the man. Unfortunately, Yokov noticed the boy's tension too, and he tightened his grip painfully on the teen's shoulder. Alex didn't react but his face became hardened. He knew this was not going to end well.

"Ah, Agent Gibbs. It's great to finally meet you. It's good that you could join us this time." Yokov greeted.

The assassin moved into the middle of the two chairs and fully into Alex's line of vision. Alex could now see that Yokov held a file in his hands, which made Alex curious but not enough to ask.

Yokov was ignoring Alex, facing Gibbs completely as he opened the file.

"SCORPIA has found quite a bit of information about you, Agent Gibbs. You have quite a track record." He said.

Gibbs shrugged the best he could through his restraints.

"Didn't know I was that popular." He replied offhandedly.

Yokov chuckled.

"Oh, yes, you are. As a matter of fact, what we found out about you was quite interesting. You really did love your wife and child didn't you, Agent Gibbs? Their murder really was unfair, was it not?" He asked.

Gibbs' face looked livid as the man mentioned his girls.

"I don't see how that's important at the moment," he bit out.

"You'll find it means a lot, especially to Alex here," Yokov said, gesturing to the boy.

"Tell us, Agent Gibbs, how did you avenge your family's death? I'm sure Alex would love to hear the story."

Gibbs looked at the man for a moment before replying.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Yokov smiled widely.

"I figured that'd be your answer." He said before promptly turning around to face Alex.

He approached the boy and punched the boy repeatedly in the stomach.

Alex tried not to cry out but by the fourth hit he couldn't help but groan loudly.

There was a ringing in his ears but the whole time he could hear Gibbs yelling.

"Damn it! Stop! Yes, I killed the man that killed my family. Now leave him alone!"

Alex sighed as Yokov stopped hitting his stomach and turned back around to Gibbs.

The man nodded appreciatively, "You caught on quicker than I thought, Gibbs. Here's how it's going to work. I ask the questions and unless they're answered correctly and properly, Alex is going to have a very bad day."

Panting, Alex thought he was going to be sick. His stomach was protesting violently, but he managed to hold back the vomit.

But Alex registered what Gibbs had said. Or at least he thought he did.

"Agent Gibbs, maybe you should elaborate just a bit. Alex looks a bit confused." Yokov suggested as he pulled out a large knife out of his pocket and flicked it open. He started to walk in a circle around the teen.

Alex looked over at Gibbs and noticed the pain these memories were bringing to the man.

"Gibbs, you don't have to..." But he was cut off as Yokov punched him square in the jaw.

"I forgot to mention that you don't get to talk unless I ask you a question, Alex." Yokov said with a smile as he rubbed his knuckles.

"Carry on, Agent Gibbs. You won't be interrupted again."

Gibbs sighed. Telling this man what he did to Pedro Hernandez was not on the top of his lists of things to do. And especially in front of Alex. He didn't know how the teen would take it. But, now he couldn't really see a way out of this, not with Alex's life in jeopardy.

Staring deep into Alex's pain filled eyes he began his tale.

"Pedro Hernandez was the boss of a Mexican drug cartel. Shannon witnessed a murder made by him and her and Kelly had to go into the witness protection program. Or they were about to. An agent was driving them to a safe house when a sniper shot the agent that was driving. They wrecked, and neither one of them made it. I was shipped out when it happened. I was a Gunnery Sergeant. A sniper. When I got back to the states, NCIS was looking into their murders. Mike Franks was the boss on the MCRT. He was leading the case. There was never enough evidence to convict Hernandez. So I took matters into my own hands. I went to Mexico with my sniper rifle...and I killed him. Then, I went back to DC and asked Mike Franks for a job." Gibbs said, not once taking his eyes off the boy. He wasn't going to mumble his way through this.

Alex stared back at him with an unreadable expression but stayed silent. So, Gibbs carried on.

"I'd like to say that I felt bad about it later. I mean I did kill a man in cold blood for revenge. But I don't. I don't think I ever will. He took my family away from me. I thought that killing Hernandez would make the hurt go away. But it didn't, hell, it probably made it worse. But I still don't regret it." He finished.

Alex was speechless. Gibbs just told him one of his deepest secrets. Something he had probably intended on taking to his grave.

Yokov chuckled again.

"That's a nice story, Agent Gibbs. So, Alex, how does it feel to be the child of a murderer? I know you didn't like it too much when you thought John Rider was an assassin. So, what do you think about Gibbs now? Are you as ashamed of him as you are your own father?" He asked.

Anger riled up in the teen instinctively.

"I'm not ashamed of my father." He bit out hoarsely.

"Aren't you? You want nothing to do with following in his footsteps. And on top of that you let a man adopt you, just to leave your old life behind. Although, I can't say I exactly blame you. John Rider was a weak man."

Alex huffed humorlessly.

"My father was not weak." He said angrily.

"How would you know? You never met the man," Yokov said snidely.

The assassin knew just where to hurt Alex the most. Although he tried not to show it, the painful fact that he knew next to nothing about John Rider was kept deep down inside of him. But tonight Yokov refused to let that happen.

But Gibbs was fed up with watching the teen in pain.

"That's enough, Yokov. You may get your kicks out of a abusing a child but this is ridiculous. Let him go and I'll stay." He bargained, knowing it was a lost cause.

As predicted Yokov laughed, "you think your death would be equal to his? Think again, Agent Gibbs. Alex isn't going anywhere. The only reason you're here is to use as leverage. Rider won't try anything if he knows you're here. And it works vice versa. As a matter of fact I think it's time we had one of our little meetings right now. Don't you think so, Alex?" Yokov asked as he walked out of the room to presumably fetch the guards.

Gibbs' stomach clenched. If this meeting was anything like what he was thinking then Alex was in far more trouble than a couple of bruises.

He looked at Alex. The boy was obviously scared but doing his best not to show it.

"Alex, listen to me. We're going to get out of this, you just have to hold on. I'm not going to let you die in here. I've got your six. You understand that?" He asked urgently, wanting to get in what he had to say before they came back.

Alex nodded tiredly and smiled.

"Tony told me that you never left a man behind," he said with a bloody smile as blood dripped from his cut lip.

Gibbs nodded with a smile of his own.

"That's right," he said. "I'm going to be with you through this every step of the way, understand? You just gotta hold on."

Gibbs knew he had no say in what was about to happen no matter how much he despised himself for it. Alex was about to get hurt and it was all his fault. He couldn't protect the kid. So, he did the next thing he could do; not let Alex give up.

Footsteps were beginning to edge closer to the door.

Alex nodded.

"I know, Gibbs. I'll be okay," he said quietly.

Gibbs nodded reluctantly. But he wasn't going to let this end here. He just had to wait until he was released from his bonds.

His plan was deferred as Yokov came in with his guards, carrying a liquid- filled syringe in his hand.

Yokov came over and, despite Gibbs' protests, emptied the contents into his veins.

"It's a sedative. We don't want you trying anything, now, do we?" He asked.

Gibbs could already feel the effects as his eyes began to droop.

He gave Alex one more reassuring look before passing out.

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Abby sighed as she looked at her screensaver that was currently a picture of Gibbs then she looked down to the picture in her hands that was Alex. She had pulled the picture from Alex's file that had been sent over. The pictures of them gave her some sense of security.

"Abby?" Tony's voice came from the doorway.

She turned around to see the whole team entering in her lab. McGee came over and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder which she gratefully accepted.

"I got the results back from what I found on the victims clothes. Surprisingly, it was sand. And traces of salt water. Where ever they're holding Alex and Gibbs, it's near the beach." She informed.

"Can you tell which beach?" Ziva asked.

"From the salinity in the water I can tell you about which part of the ocean. It won't be much. The results should be up in about an hour."

Tony nodded, "At least with that we can narrow our BOLO searches. Meanwhile, we can check beaches near Maryland."

"Do you really think we're just going to get lucky, Tony? That we're going to just magically pick the right house that has Gibbs and Alex?" McGee asked.

"Well, it beats the Hell outta sitting around here on our butts doesn't it, Probie?" Tony asked frustratedly, walking out of the lab without looking back.

A/N- ohhhhtay. Finally, I've been able to finish this! This chapter was NOT easy to write. I know it was shorter than what I've recently been writing but I felt real guilty for making you guys wait so long.

(1)- I'm not from DC or Maryland so you guys are going to have to bare with me on my locations.

And I know Gibbs may look a bit OOC now but it should all even out soon. Again bare with me here.

….And with the forensics part? I made up that 'finding the salinity in the water' deal. I have no idea if it's true at all. It tried to look it up and all I got this really technical stuff that my little high school brain couldn't understandXD. I'm definitely no Abby Scuito.

As always I'm proud to thank ChakramVampire for helping me with this chapter. I'd still be on page one without her!:D Greatest Beta ever!

And I wanna thank everyone who's reviewed for this story! This story probably would not be what it is without your feedback! You guys are absolutely amazing:D