Despite the situation they were in, McGee and Ziva couldn't help but smile at the things Tony got himself into.

They had went to investigate a few beach house locations in an attempt to find some sort of...hinky-ness going on. The only problem was that they entered the wrong kind of 'hinky'.

After the third house they entered Tony called it quits.

They had approached the house because some people had made complaints about noise. So, Tony and the team went to investigate. As the neared the house they heard screams of a woman. They drew their guns and Tony kicked the door in and they swiftly entered the house.

McGee and Ziva went in first and they searched the ground floor while Tony ascended atop the stairs. Loud music was playing but the screams of the woman was getting louder. He kicked in the bedroom door and...

Ziva watched as Tony ran back down the stairs with a shocked look on his face.

"Tony?" She asked.

"Gibbs isn't here, let's go." He said fast as he made for the door.

"Then who was screaming?" McGee asked.

Then an elderly couple came down the stairs...wrapped in nothing but sheets.

"What's the meaning of this?" The nude older man asked.

Ziva smothered her shocked face as he averted her eyes from the two people. She took out her badge and showed it to them.

"NCIS. There was complaints about yelling. We were in the neighborhood and we investigated it. We didn't mean to intrude on your... intersession." She explained bluntly.

"What?" The elderly woman asked.

"She means intercourse. And we apologize. I, uh, guess I didn't see the sock on the door." Tony said swiftly as he ushered his agents to the door.

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When Gibbs came to he realized that he was back in the basement. Angrily pushing his grogginess away, he sat up and looked around.

Spotting what he was looking for he stumbled over to the supine teenager laying on the ground.

He looked to see that the teen was naked from the waist up. He vaguely looked over to see that his shirt had been carelessly discarded in the far corner.

He was glad they had spared the boy's shirt, but his gratefulness was smothered as he looked closer to Alex's body. In the dim light he could see the sluggishly bleeding cuts all over his torso and back. The cuts weren't too bad, just enough to cause a tremendous amount of of pain. Yokov knew what he was doing, making the torture last for as long as possible without causing fatal damage. The cuts were on top of huge bruises which meant he had been hit again.

He saw a couple of bottles of water laying next to Alex. He vaguely wondered how long he had been knocked out.

Once again, he shook the teen in an attempt to wake him up.

After a few moments of rousing, Alex began to groan.

"Come on, Alex, wake up. You're as bad as Tony about lying down on the job." He said.

Alex's face contorted in pain and his breathe quickened.

"Tony says the way you work him, he's lucky if he gets any sleep at all." Alex bit out.

"I'm quite a bit older than DiNozzo, if I can handle it, so can he." Gibbs replied confidently.

Alex smiled at the one-sided bickering.

After a moment of silence Gibbs reached over and grabbed one of the bottles.

"You thirsty?" He asked.

Alex licked his lips greedily.

"You bet," he replied.

The teen tried to sit up but winced when he went to move.

"Here," Gibbs offered as he grabbed the teen by the shoulders and maneuvered him gently into a sitting position. But no matter how gentle the Marine was, Alex still groaned at the movement.

Gibbs found himself wincing at the boy's pain. He uncapped the bottle and handed it to the teen.

Alex brought the bottle to his mouth and began to drink greedily but Gibbs stopped him.

"Slowly. If you barf on me, the situation we're in now will seem like a tea party." Gibbs warned, but without heat. The same hollowed threats he used with his team.

That got a smile out of the boy and he began to drink a bit slower.

"I have no doubt." He lightly. Then Alex's eyes began to droop with exhaustion.

Gibbs knew that the boy had barely gotten a good nights rest before they had been caught. And even then he knew Alex hadn't slept well because of Jack. Gibbs couldn't believe what he was about to do.

He grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor, and then gently took the bottle that was threatening to topple over from Alex's lax hand.

He sighed again.

"Alex, wake up." He ordered, "Those cuts have to be cleaned."

This time is was Alex who smiled deeply.

"I was hoping we could skip that little part." He muttered.

Gibbs smiled grimly.

"Yeah, me too. I'll be gentle." He assured as he poured the water onto the shirt thoroughly.

And, surprisingly, he was. Alex was tensed for a Marine's hard, calloused hands to descend upon his body, and cause him unbearable pain. But when Gibbs began to clean his wounds he did it slowly, precisely, and impressively soft. Alex looked up and into Gibbs' face. The man was completely focused on what he was doing, his face set in determinedly.

Sure it hurt like hell, but that fact that Gibbs was doing his absolute best to make sure that didn't happen was enough to dull some of it. But when the man got a a particularly deep cut Alex couldn't help but tense and groan, causing Gibbs to wince.

"Sorry." He said.

"Thought that was a sign of weakness?" He asked.

Gibbs shook his head but continued his ministrations, "Not between friends." Then he smiled lightly, "Or family." He added.

Alex became silent at that. He looked up and into Gibbs' eyes.

"When I found out that Yassen Gregorovich was the man that killed Ian Rider, I made a promise to kill him. Not long after that I met him in Amsterdam. I held a gun to his head, and I was going to kill him. He was the man that ruined my life. But I was ambushed from behind and I lost my chance."

Alex paused a moment before continuing.

"Then, when I went to find SCORPIA, they told me that MI6 killed my father. That's what put me over the edge, and I joined them. I figured if John Rider was an assassin, then that would be my fate too. I was showed a video of my father being shot on a bridge. Mrs. Jones was the one that ordered them to shoot him. So, SCORPIA wanted me to kill Mrs. Jones. I went to her flat, with a gun, and I was going to kill her for killing my dad. This time I really did get a shot off. But I moved the gun right before I shot and I missed her."

"You said your parents were killed in a plane explosion." Gibbs stated.

Alex nodded and hung his head slightly.

"Yeah, SCORPIA tricked me. They showed me a video that was a hoax. My father knew he was going to be shot. Well, fake shot, anyway. The video I saw was my father tricking SCORPIA so that he could get out of his double agent status. So he could retire. Jones never shot my dad. I nearly killed a woman for the wrong reason. The point is that, Gibbs, I know what it feels like to want to kill for revenge. And I don't blame you."

Alex chuckled a bit, "look's like Yokov failed there."

"You're the only person who knows about this. No one knows, not even my father."

Alex looked up in surprise.

"You didn't tell the team?" He asked.

Gibbs shook his head.

"Rule number 4- the best was to keep a secret? Keep it to yourself. Second best? Tell one other person- if you must. There is no third best." He recited.

The teen nodded at the logic.

"Not bad, I'll keep that in mind And wouldn't tell anyone, Gibbs. It's not mine to tell."

Gibbs nodded in thanks and ruffled the teen's hair.

"You need rest," he said.

The marine grabbed his jacket that had been discarded earlier. He draped it over the boy as gently as possible. The teen was shivering more since he now had no shirt.

He sat down beside Alex and patted his leg.

"Lie down. You're not going to get any sleep upright like that."

Alex blushed.

"No, I'll be fine." He stated.

Gibbs raised his eyebrows.

"That wasn't a suggestion. Now lie down." He replied sternly.

They stared at each other for a moment and at first Gibbs thought Alex was going to defy his order but then the teen shook his head slightly and stiffly moved his body into a supine position. He awkwardly laid his head on Gibbs' thigh, pulling the jacket over himself gently.

The older man rolled his eyes at the teen's embarrassed actions.

Alex was silent and still for awhile and for a moment Gibbs thought he had fallen asleep.

But then the boy shifted.

"I'm going to miss Jack's funeral." He said quietly.

At first Gibbs hesitated but shook it off as he raised a hand and brought it up to Alex's head. He ran a hand through the blonde hair. Then he stopped short as he felt the radiating heat on the boy's forehead and the sweat in his hair despite the boy's shivering.

Alex was getting a fever.

Gibbs tucked the jacket more closely around the boy.

"I'm sure she'd understand, Alex." He said.

"Well, yeah, but she's always the one that has to 'understand'. You know, she spent her entire birthday in the hospital with me because I was shot?"

Yet again, Gibbs admired Jack and her devotion to the teen. This child had no relation to the American and yet she had stood by him no matter what.

"Still blaming yourself, I see." He acknowledged.

Alex huffed.

"Wouldn't you?" He asked.

"No, I wouldn't," Gibbs offered.

"Somehow I don't believe that," Alex retorted.

Gibbs laughed lightly at the boys guts. He could also feel Alex's body lose some of the tension in his body but he wisely kept quiet about it.

"Okay, but still, you can't let that guilt consume you. Jack wouldn't have wanted that. Don't let her decision to stay and look after you have been for nothing. Make something of yourself, make her proud."

Alex let these words sink in before nodding in agreement.

"If we ever get out of here, that is," Alex said with a sigh.

Another firm tap appeared on his head.

"Ow! Hey I'm injured." Alex complained.

"What did I tell you? I'm getting you out of here," Gibbs replied.

"Us." Alex said, angling his head to look into Gibbs' eyes.

Gibbs gave him a questioning look.

"Us, Gibbs. We're getting out of here. I'm not leaving without you." The teen said firmly.

The Marine nodded in agreement.

"No more talking. You need sleep while you can get it. We'll have plenty of time to talk when we get out of here."

Alex, finally letting his exhaustion engulf him, let his eyes slide shut as he drifted off into a light sleep. His sleep was deepened when Gibbs put a comforting hand on the top of his head and rubbed his hair.

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While Abby was working with the tests, and Ziva and McGee were keeping an eye out for updates on their BOLO's and the Amber alert(1) that was put out for Alex, Tony entered the hospital and made his way to Jackson Gibbs' hospital room.

He knew what he was doing, his team could handle it for the moment, Jackson Gibbs needed to be checked on.

Tony knocked softly on the door and was greeted with a gruff, "Come in!"

The Senior Field Agent smirked at how 'Gibbs' it sounded. He pushed the door open and walked in.

"It's about time! Have you found my boy? What about Alex?" Jackson demanded.

The elderly man was sitting up in his bed with an IV in his hand and a bandaged laid heavily around his head. Bruises were littered all across his temple. The man looked awful. His face was tinged with a bit of pain and his face was pale.

"No, we haven't. But we will." Tony stated firmly

Jackson looked at Tony for a moment in disbelief.

"Well, what in God's name are you doing here? I don't need you here to babysit me; I need you to get out there and find those boys." The man said angrily.

Tony nearly laughed at the thought of 'Gibbs' and the word 'boy' being used in the same sentence. But he supposed that Jackson Gibbs would always refer to his son as 'his boy'.

"Look Jackson, Gibbs would absolutely kill me if I didn't make sure you were okay. The team's still searching for Gibbs and Alex. Just because I'm here doesn't mean we're not looking. And besides that, you, uh, kinda scared me." Tony admitted.

Jackson's face softened a bit.

"Why's that?" He asked.

"Well, you...didn't look good when we got there."

Jackson chuckled.

"It's going to take more than a bump on the head to keep me down, son." He said.

Tony shook his head.

"You're definitely Gibbs' father."

"Here's a thought; why don't you go get one of those nice little nurses to get me some discharge papers?" The man said moving to get out of bed.

Tony quickly held up a hand.

"No can do. I spoke to your doctor, they said you need to stay here for observation for at least another two days. You're staying here."

Jackson sighed.

"That doctor doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm fine," He objected.

"That doctor has a degree in medicine. I think it's safe to say he knows a bit about what he's talking about." Tony said as he helped the man back into bed.

Suddenly he felt his phone go off. He pulled it out without looking and put it to his ear.

"DiNozzo."

But all was silent and the vibrating in his pocket was still going off.

Blushing with embarrassment he realized that it wasn't his phone that was going off, but Gibbs. Tony had picked it up when they canvased Gibbs' house in an attempt to gather information. Tony held onto the phone for his boss.

Fumbling for it he quickly answered it.

"DiNozzo." he answered.

"Agent DiNozzo? This is Ben Daniels. Where's Gibbs?"

Tony held up a finger to Jackson as he back out of the room and into the hallway.

"Agent Daniels, Gibbs and Alex were kidnapped by SCORPIA last night. We don't know where they are." Tony explained. He didn't know this man all too well, but if he was willing to quit his job over Alex then maybe the spy could help him.

He heard a loud string of cursing on the other end of the line.

"Call me Ben. Do you have any leads as to where they went?" Ben finally asked.

"We're thinking somewhere along a beach. Gibbs managed to kill quite a few men before they were taken. We found sand and salt water residue on their clothes. We're seeing if our forensic analyst can determine a closer location from the salinity in the water." Tony relayed.

Ben was silent before a loud sigh was heard.

"Alright, I'm going to see if I can get in touch with a few of my contacts to see if I can get anything. I know some people that are pretty close to SCORPIA and their operations. I may be able to get some information."

"That'd be great. If you need any help you let us know." Tony said firmly.

He heard Ben clear his throat.

"Actually, I need some advice. I've been cut off from nearly all of my accounts except for some private savings I've put up over the years. Apparently Blunt's not too happy with me at the moment. Anyway, I don't really know my way around this city. I need a real cheap hotel to stay at until I sort my self out. Any suggestions?"

Tony wince sympathetically. He knew what it was like to be completely cut off from money in a city that was unknown. He knew this wasn't the same as when his father cut him off but he still knew the feeling.

"Yeah I know someplace real cheap. My place. I'll text you the address." He said.

Ben must've been stunned because he was quiet for another moment.

"Agent DiNozzo-"

"Tony," DiNozzo corrected.

"Tony, I wasn't asking for a handout. I was just asking for a hotel name."

"This isn't a handout. You're helping us, I'm helping you. If you really don't want to stay I'll understand. But I'll still text you the address. If you show up, you show up. The door key is hidden under a loose tile near my door. The couch is all yours." Tony said simply. He may trust the man a bit, but he knew better than to let his guard down around a spy. If Daniels was close to him he could watch him. Rule number three- never believe what you're told. Always double check.

Ben considered this on the other side of the line before replying.

"Which floor tile?" He asked.

Tony chuckled lightly.

"You're the spy, you figure it out." He said before hanging up.

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When Tony entered the bullpen after seeing Gibbs' father he was surprised to see that Vance was sitting in at his desk. He shifted the beverage that was in his hand slightly.

"Is there something I can help you with, Director?" He asked suspiciously.

Vance looked up from the phone that was in his hands.

"I've contacted Homeland Security. They're officially looking into Alan Blunt's recent activity over the last few weeks." He replied.

Tony looked at the man with a confused expression.

"How'd you manage that so fast?" He asked.

Vance chuckled.

"Let's just say one of the big guy's up there owe me a favor or two." He said cryptically.

Tony nodded at the man.

"Yeah, well, thanks. Gibbs would kill me if I let Blunt slip out from our fingers just because SCORPIA has him."

Vance nodded in agreement.

"Any news on them yet?" Vance asked as he stood to leave.

Tony shook the Caf-Pow! That was in his hands.

"That's what we're about to find out."

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Alex was jerked out of his sleep. He heard footsteps and loud banging as Yokov and his men entered the room

He felt Gibbs stand up, moving his leg out from underneath his head.

Alex tried to sit up but the lacerations on his body protested at the movement and he was forced only to shakily sit up on one elbow. Alex's head was spinning and his head was pounding.

"I can see you're doing a stand up job taking care of Alex, Gibbs." Yokov said as he stepped in.

"I'd be doing a lot better if he had medical attention," Gibbs replied icily.

"Sadly that's not available. Now step aside, I need to speak with Alex again."

Gibbs stood his ground in front of the boy.

"You're not taking him again." He said.

Seeing that the man wasn't going to go down without a fight, Yokov motioned his men to advance on the man.

The first man that approached Gibbs raised the butt of his gun to his Gibbs with it.

But Gibbs grabbed the gun as it came toward him, then he yanked the gun and the man stumbled closer to Gibbs. Then he promptly punched the man in the stomach. Then he was ambushed from behind and they both fell to the ground.

Gibbs managed to get the upper hand though, he landed on top of the man and he began to violently punch him in the face until he was unconscious.

Then he stood up breathlessly and looked back over to Yokov who was leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face.

But the man wasn't looking at Gibbs, he was looking past him and to Alex who was painfully pushing himself up and onto his feet. He was having to lean against the wall for support but his eyes were defiant.

"Leave him alone." He ordered.

Gibbs went over to the boy and put a hand out to steady him.

"Nobody would harm him if he would just let you come with us. The more he protects you the more he's going to get hurt. And that's your fault." Yokov said.

"This isn't his fault, you bastard." Gibbs said angrily.

"No, I'll come with you just leave him alone. He doesn't have anything to do with this." Alex said taking a step toward the assassin only to be stopped by Gibbs.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He asked.

"No, I'm trying to stop you from being killed." Alex retorted trying to get around the man.

Yokov sighed.

"Enough of the heroism. Rider get over here, Gibbs step aside. I only want the boy for about five minutes...that's all I'll need." He ordered with a smirk.

Yokov grabbed Alex and Gibbs moved to stop him.

One of the guards acted swiftly.

He pulled his gun out and, this time, successfully knock him to the ground. While Gibbs was distracted by the guards Alex was dragged from the room.

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Alex was tied down into the chair again and he steeled himself for the pain that about to be brought upon him.

"Gibbs has certainly become fond of you. You don't know many people that would go out of their way like he has to keep you safe." Yokov said as he entered Alex's line of sight with a small container in his hands.

"What I have for you today, Alex, is something that I think is...appropriate."

Yokov held up the container for Alex to see. Alex's breathing increased. The container was had scorpion in it.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Julia Rothman had a thing about scorpions. Sometimes when she had someone she needed to dispose of she would give them a 'gift' and the present would be filled with hundreds of scorpions. They would sting them to death." Yokov explained as he began to shake the jar to angry the scorpion.

"No, wait-" Alex began.

But it was too late. Yokov opened the jar and turned it up so that the scorpion landed on the Alex's forearm.

The teen sat as still as possible, barely breathing. The scorpion hadn't stung him yet but it's tail was up and ready for striking.

Yokov wasn't one for patience so he waved his hand in front of the scorpion in an attempt to make him strike...and he did.

Alex gasped and groaned as the scorpion's venom entered his body.

The pain was nearly unbearable. It hurt so bad that all Alex could focus on was the pain. He didn't notice when Yokov swatted the scorpion off him and then stepped on it.

Nor did he notice when he was untied and dragged to his feet. Then, he was taken back to Gibbs.

A/N- lol, so how'd you guys like the SCORPIA thing? I was a little on the fence about it but it seemed like something Yokov would do.

(1)- I don't know what they call it when they put out alerts on missing children on the Television and what not in England. But in America they're called Amber Alerts.

And the BOLO's mean Be On Look Out for anyone that didn't know.

And Homeland Security would take care of an American being killed on American soil, right? Or would that still fall under that CIA's jurisdiction? I don't know I couldn't figure it out.

Again, if the characters are OOC I'm truly sorry...feel free to point it out so I can try to fix it next chapter if I agree with you.

You guy's are amazing! Reviews are love...and fuel to make me update quick;D

NCIS preview for this weeks episode- Tony's dad's coming back(gotta love Robert Wagner, right?) I'm so excited. I love episode's centered around our Very Special Agent.