NCIS –Run Down

Part Six

"Director?" Tony blinked getting a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Hello Tony." She smiled coolly.

"Why did you 'kidnap' me?" Tony made air quotes the best he could with his hands still cuffed that led him to believe nothing good was going to come from this.

"Ah Tony, see I've been hearing things. Things like you getting cozy with the FBI, mainly Agent Fornell. I also have heard some talk about you getting directorship of a new top-secret agency. See I don't like these types of things, I want my agents where I can see them." Jenny said like she was just commenting on the weather.

"Where you can play puppet master you mean?" Tony frowned at her, not liking where this was going and it was no where good if she had went through the trouble to drug him and drag him out to the middle of the Boondocks as Tony liked to call.

"See Tony, I need you to stay in NCIS so you can get closer to your mark and I am not willing to risk this op because you are having second thoughts about where your loyalties lie. So for the foreseeable future or until you swear an oath that you will keep working for me you will be staying in this little motel. I think I will give you some time to think on that. Take him back to his room." Jenny waved a hand and Tony was gripped by the same man again and dragged back towards his 'room'. He was carelessly tossed onto the bed and the man was nice enough to un-cuff his feet but his hands were still cuffed together and it looked like they were staying like that for a while. The man shut the door with a deafening slam and Tony sat up on the bed, crossing his legs and sighed loudly.

"This is seriously messed up." He grumbled. "I hope to god that Gibbs is looking for me…Jenny would have covered up why I'm not at the Navy Yard with an excuse through…" Tony thought aloud before his eyes trained onto an old rusted TV antenna. He shuffled his way over to it and with some difficulty thanks to his cuffed hands he unscrewed the piece of metal and sat back in the middle of the springy bed and started to fiddle around with the metal after inspecting the locks on the cuff, he had broken out of these types before during undercover ops in Baltimore but he did have a lot better martial than a rusted antenna. As he sat focusing on bending the metal the correct way his mind wandered to the surrounding area he had spotted before going in to see Jenny. He KNEW that ridge and that was annoying him more than he would care to admit. He was so lost in thought he didn't even hear the click of the cuffs unlocking until they fell off his battered wrists and onto his foot. He looked down in surprise and grinned happily. He padded over to the bathroom and ripped up a somewhat clean towel and tightly wrapped the strips around his raw and bleeding wrists. He went back into the main room and decided to do what he does best. Investigate his surroundings. He pawed through the drawers of the room, finding nothing until he came across a very worn and faded map. He squinted at the words, managing to make out 'ATIONAL ARK' so he deuced that he was in a nearby National Park. He kept scanning the old map and finally figured out what park he was in. Anacostia Park outside Washington, DC. Well now he knew where he was but Gibbs didn't know and Tony who was now lacking his cellphone had no way to tell him and the phone in the room was disconnected as this motel had been clearly shut down ages ago.

Tony sat heavily on the bed and ran a shaking hand through his greasy hair, he had meant to take a shower the night he been grabbed but he had too much to think about. Now he had even more, clearly the Director was insane and that OP she had him on was getting much to personal and Tony did not want to be mixed up in that anymore. The directorship offer sounded amazing and he was hitting himself on the head for not taking it right there on the spot. He finally decided that if he got out of Jenny's clutches he was going to take the offer and get the hell out of the states.

His mind wandered to the next topic sitting in his mind. One Jethro Gibbs. Why had he called Gibbs last night? Oh maybe because he was still set as Speed Dial 1. Okay that was a lie, he did it out of habit was more likely because well as much as Gibbs had hurt him, he knew that if he was really in trouble Gibbs would pull through and find him. He hoped at least. He now had to wonder what exactly Jenny was going to do to him for telling her he wasn't going to work for her or NCIS again…He gave a slight shudder before falling back on the bed and stared up at the cracked popcorn ceiling.

"Might as well get some sleep." Tony mused aloud, closing his eyes not knowing when Jenny would send her two hulking bodyguards back for him. All he could do was buy time for Gibbs and he hated feeling so helpless but he also knew when it was time to lay low and keep your head down.

"Jethro pacing is doing nothing to help the situation." Tobias rubbed his eyes wearily watching the ex marine pace back and forth in the FBI bullpen.

"I can't just sit here while Tony is god knows where." Gibbs hissed, hands clenching into fists.

"We will find him Jethro, but now that your director may be part of the equation we need to tread more carefully." Fornell reminded him softly.

"I know, I know but I hate not being able to do anything." Gibbs grumbled before falling into his seat. "This is all my fault, if I only had left on better terms or treated him better or paid attention to what the director was having him do then he wouldn't be in this mess…"

"Hindsight is a bitch Jethro, but we can't dwell on what you should have done. We have to do what we can right now, Tony is a smart kid he will figure out a way to contact us and we will get him back." Fornell crossed his arms.

"As much as it pains me to admit it, you are right and I know Tony will contact us if he can." Gibbs took a calming breath, trying not to let his anger out on Tobias.

"Is there anyone you should call?" Fornell asked softly.

"No, I don't trust McGee or David or anyone really for that matter in NCIS anymore." Gibbs shook his head, entertaining the idea of calling Jimmy Palmer, but he didn't want to worry the ME in training and lord knows the kid wouldn't be able to keep it from any of the others.

"Alright, then welcome to the FBI Agent Gibbs, my director has already sanctioned this search for DiNozzo" Fornell tossed him a probationary FBI shield. "Welcome to the dark side as Tony would say."

"When we get him back he is never going to let me live this down." Gibbs caught the badge mentally sighing.

"Go home Gibbs, we both need our rest and we can start fresh again tomorrow." Fornell patted Jethro on his shoulder. "Don't give me that look, you know I'm right. There isn't anything we can do for Tony if we are both dead on our feet."

Gibbs grumbled as he got to his feet knowing that Fornell was right, they would have to start anew tomorrow and then they would find Tony, there was no if's and's or but's about it.