Thank you so much for the reviews! Please continue posting them! I've found out I really enjoy the sarcastic arguments between Gibbs and Tony, so there should be plenty. Also as always the disclaimer still applies. I do not own NCIS.

Gibbs POV- He looked worse in person than he did in the video. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and I doubt you could find a single spot of skin that did not have red, blue, green, or purple covering it. I bent down to examine him closer, and he seemed to barely be able to take a breath. He was wheezing, and his eyelids covered half of his startling green eyes. I laid my hand on his shoulder, hopefully to provide support. He groaned and pressed closer to my cool hand, and I realized Tony was running a dangerously high fever. Infection, I thought immediately.

I knew I should help him, and soon, but the trouble was choosing which one of the thousands of cuts had been the origin of it. Better start big. I moved over to his leg and pulled out my pocket knife that was tucked in my belt. I cut away the jean material that surrounded the stab area and I did not like what I saw, though it did not surprised me much. The cut was dangerous and very deep, no wonder he hadn't been able to walk on it. It shocked me how he had even been able to move much at all.

"Boss, the guys I heard are still close. You need to go and get back-up. It sounded like at least eight, and all of the armed." I remembered Tony was conscious and I forced my eyes away from his leg to face him. His face was much paler than I assumed to be normal and it made me queasy. And I didn't get queasy about much of anything.

"I can help you out of here." I told him with my voice flat and void of emotion. Tony smiled a humorless smile as we both knew the flaws in the plan. There was absolutely no way they could find there way out of there in time, even if we had both been in pristine health. Dragging Tony would slow me down considerably.

"We both know that's not very smart."

"Too bad."

"Boss-"

"No, Tony."

"You don't even know what I was going to say!" Protested Tony.

"I am not leaving you here." Tony's shoulders slumped in defeat and exhaustion.

"Fine. Can I have you spare?" I handed him the gun and he nodded his thanks."So, what next? Do we just wait here?"

"I have plan."

"Well, I figured that. Your Gibbs. Of course you do. I was wondering if you would let me onto your little secret."

"You'll figure it out." He'd figure it out as soon as I did, and Tony sighed in what I assumed to be exasperation.

"You're impossible."

"So I've been told."

"Maybe you should listen."

"Maybe you should listen when people tell you that you talk too much."

"Just trying to provide a little humor."

"Is now really the right time for humor?"

"There is no time that isn't the right time for humor."

"I think I just found what you call an exception." Before Tony could respond with a snarky comeback I heard shouts that were too close for comfort. Then, within two seconds, the lights flickered. They flickered again, and then again, and then the bulbs went dark. I realized they had turned of the power and we would die soon. They would either find us, or we would freeze considering how cold the hallways had been even heated. Our options were not pleasant to say the least.

"Shhhhh! Boss, do you hear that?"

"No."

"That is the sound of our plan going out the window." He must of inferred this from my troubled and grim expression.

"Always Plan B."

"I'm pretty sure that one is going to get us killed."

"How would you know?"

"I don't, but I know you. If plan A fails we're doomed."

"My plans are perfect until plan Z." I was talking much more than I was comfortable with, but it seemed to calm down Tony. Also I needed him to stay awake if we were to get out of this horrid place.

"I doubt you even had a plan A." Dang it. I was caught.

"Did too."

"Did not." Before the bickering could drag on beams of light started to bounce of the walls. The voices I had heard earlier were now much louder, and I knew that in one turn they would nearly be on top of us. I loaded my gun and Tony mimicked my actions, and then we both pushed ourselves to the next corner away from them. We could still get a slight advantage if we used the element of surprise on them when they no doubt checked to make sure the blood was Tony's. The steady footfalls started to sound more like an elephant's stomp then a human step and I could see Tony visibly tense.

"One….two…three!" I whispered loudly as the noise of stepping stopped; presumably because they were checking the blood. I pushed away from Tony and held my gun out in front of me.

"NCIS, put your hands up." The small crowd glanced up, only looking mildly surprised.

"I assume you are agent Gibbs, yes?"

"I said get your hands up."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Up, now." I seethed.

"Or what? You'll shoot me? You wouldn't want Tony to get hurt would you?" I was very confused at this point. This man knew my name, Tony's preferred name to Anthony, and he was threatening Tony when I was protecting him as if he was still back in his cell. They must know he had escaped; the blood was so high in volume that who else could it have come from?

I understood a minute too late. I swiveled around, but a man was already holding Tony in a choke hold with a hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking. Tony's previously pale skin was now a light blue from lack of air, and I realized the man most of been there since I had started talking to the other man. How he was still conscious was a miracle that impressed me, but a part of me wished he'd pass out. The reason being Tony would definitely not approve of the plan I was preparing to proceed in. Well, not really so much of a plan, but more of a surrender-and see-what-happens kind of thing. I raised my hands, but one still held the gun, though it was now only pointed at the ground.

"Kick the gun over." He sounded relaxed and almost friendly. It disgusted me, but I followed his instructions. "Good, now come on." He motioned down the hallway with his forehead but I did not follow, instead waiting for Tony to be released. It happened and Tony fell to his knees gasping in air and coughing hard enough to shake his entire form. Before he was even done hacking though, the man regained his grip on Tony, but this time by his arm. He pulled DiNozzo harshly to his feet and kept him there as Tony currently could not carry his own weight. Knowing that Tony was now not in immediate danger I followed the man down the hallway.

"Here are your accommodations," the man grinned while pointing to a room on the left I hadn't seen before. I was surprised I hadn't seen it considering how hard I tried to be aware, but I suppose I was focused on my senior field agent. I entered the room slowly, and as cautious as a politician with a budget.

The space was undesirable to say the least. It was freezing, and very dirty. The wooden floor creaked with each step, and I could feel the cold emanating from it. It was bigger than the other rooms I had seen so far, but that was still not very large. It was maybe be ten feet by eight and, as I was now used to, unfurnished. I walked into the center of the room while Tony was dumped unceremoniously in the corner. He let out a moan, but he appeared to be losing his grip on consciousness. After the door was slammed shut I dropped down to my protesting knees to get closer to DiNozzo. He was still having a extremely hard time breathing, and the choke hold had worsen it. I leaned him against the wall in a pathetic attempt to open up his lungs, but the only outcome I received was another groan from Tony. I figured his ribs were hurting and probably his head too- I know from experience that concussions hurt much more than popular belief, especially when you move.

"Tony, you awake?" I wasn't expecting much, and I was only rewarded with a grunt. I sighed feeling very helpless, and I wished I could take Tony to the hospital for the umpteenth time.