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Gibbs POV- After Tony explained his plan the conversation ended. I quickly called back-up and they agreed to meet me at Oak Street.
"Come on, McGee!" I ordered sternly and he jumped up, grabbing his gear. He had been staring at me for the past couple minutes after I had said the word DiNozzo in my conversation, but I hadn't told him anything. He hadn't dared to ask me anything, but it didn't take an investigator to know that he wanted to. I nodded my head to the elevator and McGee understood my unspoken point, so we both broke into a run for it. I knocked down a probie half way there, and the many files she had been carrying went flying. Papers fluttered around her and she squeaked in annoyance and embarrassment. I didn't bother with any type of apology or help; she should have known to stay the heck out of my way when my agent was missing. I heard Tim mutter a quick sorry to her, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. We didn't have time for this, or more accurately Tony didn't have the time for this.
McGee must of sensed my frustration, because he stepped onto the elevator without doing or saying anything else. I stabbed the ground floor button impatiently and the doors slowly slid close. Everything seemed to bring on my anger, and my vision started to turn red. The slow doors made me mad, the probie, McGee, this whole dang situation made me furious. Before I could control or rationalize myself I lashed out and punched the wall. Even before I had brought my hand back to my side it began to throb painfully. McGee gave me a look of shock, but it only lasted for a minute because the door opened at its slow pace once again.
"We'll take your car." I told McGee, not leaving any room for protest. My own car was old, and no matter how hard I pushed, it could not drive very fast. It also needed to be used rather constantly or it would not work, and I had stayed the night at headquarters so it had not been used since the previous morning.
Thankfully McGee did not force me to explain myself, instead leading me to his car. Tim didn't need to ask to know I would be the one driving, he knew me much too well for that. I hopped into the front seat and turned on the car. The engine roared to life, and I realized the car would go fast. I put the Porsche in drive then pressed the accelerator as far down as I could. The silver vehicle fled the parking lot the street. Honks followed in our wake, but I didn't care whatsoever. I weaved in and out through traffic, and my turns were wide. I guess I don't need to worry about roadside bombs, I thought thinking about Ziva's advice. In record time, five minutes, I was at Oak Street. There was dreary warehouses lining the road and I felt my heart drop with worry for Tony. How DARE these people take my agent and bring him here! For the second time today I found my vision coated with crimson.
I looked up and down the road but found no sign of Tony. My pulse quickened to an unhealthy pace, but I dismissed it. The only thing that mattered at the moment was my senior field agent.
"We're going in," I informed McGee.
"Boss, shouldn't we wait for back-up?" His eyes were full of worry, and I could tell he wanted to go in but at the same time wanted to follow protocol. I appreciated his loyalness to his job, but we had to go in. At least that was my gut was desperately trying to tell me.
"McGee, we really need to go in." My voice was slightly lighter and softer; patience usually worked well with Tim. McGee looked conflicted for a moment, but then he gave a curt nod. "You take the back, I've got front." I ordered him and he complied. He jogged around the side with his gun drawn and pointed downwards. I pressed my side to the front door's frame, silently counting. One, two, three! I kicked open the door and it fell off half of its hinges.
"Tony!" I called out, but I did not receive a response. I moved farther from the door and I found the halls twisted many times. I realized with a sick feeling that this place was a maze. I made a disgusted face but I didn't dwell on, I'd be wasting precious time.
I pulled out my phone to dial McGee and tell him to write down his turns, but then I realized I still had Tony on the line. I had almost completely forgot about him, and I hurriedly pushed the phone to my ear to make sure Tony was still breathing. I let out a sigh of relief when I heard it, though I chose to ignore that it was coming in quick gasps and the constant groans. "Tony, are you still inside the building?"
"Yeah. Um, Boss, I can't really walk at the moment." He sounded so embarrassed that I actually felt bad for him. But more than that, I was concerned on why my senior field agent was not capable of walking.
"What's wrong DiNozzo?"
"Do you want me to just pick one thing?" I rolled my eyes but smiled. A sarcastic Tony was not a dying Tony.
"Why can't you walk?"
"Got stabbed," he answered casually, as if he was just ordering dinner.
"You didn't think to mention this before?"
"Didn't come up." I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face. This was losing battle.
"Do you know where you are?"
"I'm ninety percent sure I'm on planet Earth, but I'm not sure." I took that as a replacement of a no.
"No idea where you are in the warehouse?"
"I took a right, left, right, right, left, left, then a right to where I am. But that was just from the room I woke up in. And I'm pretty sure I have a concussion so I could have messed up." I smiled probably of my agent. Even with a concussed mind he could still remember all of those turns. I knew he would have to have remembered them all because the men had taken Tony's phone, and Tony didn't carry around an "old fashioned" notepad. Thankfully I did, and I jotted down the way on the last page of my notebook.
"Do you know how to get to the room from the front door?"
"Nah, I was only half conscious when they took me in. Sorry... Wait no I'm not. I know, rule six, boss." I started to notice that Tony was slurring his words largely and I wondered just how bad was his concussion.
"Tony, I'm gonna put the phone away. Yell if you need me."
" 'kay."
I slid the phone into my jeans and began to look around. I wrote down every turn I took on my notebook and the page filled quickly, and then it turned into pages.
After a hour something changed in the hallways; they were lighter and the paint was less peeling. I saw a flash of white down the hallway, and I immediately sprinted to it. I had never in my life been happier to see a door, exceptionally such a rusty one. But before I had the chance to open it, a shout came from my phone.
"Tony, are you okay?" I demanded.
"No. Boss, I think someone is coming," his voice was a whisper and some of his fear leaked into his voice.
"Stay put. I'll find you."
I decided my best chance was to assume the door lead into the room DiNozzo woke up in. I flipped to the last page and followed the directions in a fast sprint. Around eight minutes later I found the place where I assumed Tony had been sitting. There was a large puddle of blood on the wooden floor, and there was even more smeared against the wall. I felt my heart drop with my despair, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle the sudden burst of emotion.
"Boss," a raspy voice called out from around the corner. I turned on my heel and hurried over, to see a form leaning against a wall. I felt my breath catch as I realized it was Tony beneath all of the red liquid.