Ok, so I decieded to end the contest early adn thanks to all of you that sent in your stories. I have a winner and it is Bob Rynoplasty...Did I spell that right?Not sure. Buit anyways, thanks again for all of your entries and enjoy the winning story/chapter/thingy....ya.

Gibbs leaned back in his chair with his fist by his face. It didn't make any sense. Why would Alaister take Tony? He couldn't possibly…

He shook that thought away immediately. There was no way that Alaister knew. He couldn't. He'd have to be a psychic to know, and Gibbs did not believe in psychics.

He looked across the bullpen to McGee. He looked greener than when Gibbs first met him. He knew that Tony and McGee were close. Well… closer than most partners were. Gibbs figured this was seriously hitting the young man hard.

"McGee," he said quietly. He would never admit it aloud, but he was a little worried his voice would shake if he spoke to loud.

When it didn't seem like his agent was hearing him, he said his name again, only this time louder. It took all of his will power to stop the quiver. He needed to be the strong one here. He needed to stay in control for his team.

All of his team.

"Yeah boss?"

"I want you down in Abby's lab, going over the tape of Alaister's phone call." When McGee started the trace, it should have automatically started recording as well. "I want you to know every sound and what they all mean."

McGee nodded. "On it boss." Both men cringed as McGee stood up. That was what Tony always said.

Gibbs wiped his hand across his face. He hated this. For probably the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to do. He had no place to start looking. All he could do was sit around and wait. Wait for Abby to get results, wait for Alaister to call again. Damn it, did he hate waiting.

His computer pinged. It was a sound he barely recognized. He did know how to use email, contrary to what his employees and coworkers thought, he just hated it. Gibbs wasn't the type of person to stare at a computer for hours on end, and he liked to have something tangible in front of him.

The sender's email address was blocked. He sat up straighter in his seat. "McGee!" He called, hoping he caught the young man before he headed downstairs.

"Yeah boss?" The man in question was actually standing right in front of Gibbs' desk.

Gibbs' eyes darted around for all of two seconds before he waved McGee around his desk. "I got an email." McGee didn't really get the importance of that, seeing as how his forehead creased and he got that look on his face like a dog staring at an answering machine. Gibbs rolled his head around. "It's from Alaister!"

The young man's jaw dropped in realization. He strode around the desk. His fingers danced across Gibbs' keyboard with such fluency, it was like he was playing the piano. Every member of Gibbs' team had their own special talents. McGee was the computer genius. Ziva was the hitter. Gibbs was the leader. And Tony…

Tony was the brave one.

A screen popped up on Gibbs' monitor. His stomach dropped to his toes. On the screen was Tony. His wrists were chained over his head. Even though the screen thing was shoddy at best, Gibbs could clearly see the fear in his agent's eyes.

"Boss," McGee hesitated, probably trying to suppress the urge to say something complicated and technical. "This video is streaming live."

Alaister stepped into the camera's view. Cocky son of a bitch, Gibbs thought. He wasn't afraid of showing his face on camera. But Gibbs had to remember, Alaister wasn't like the other killers he chased. He wasn't hurting Tony for a monetary award, or for thrill. He was doing it for vengeance.

"Hello Agent Gibbs." He said, smirking. Gibbs felt the growl bubble in his throat. Alaister paced around the room, speaking like he was talking about the weather or something else completely mundane. "I must admit our last conversation left me a bit underwhelmed. I was actually hoping for something a little more emotional." His smile grew wider. "I would not have been opposed to tears." He turned back to the camera head on. "But as always, you have shown extraordinary resilience to my original tactics."

Gibbs didn't realize how tightly his fingers were gripping his desk. But he didn't like where Alaister was going with this.

"Therefore, I have decided that a… demonstration is in order." It wasn't until that moment that Gibbs realized that his hands were behind his back. He pulled them forward. Something dangled from his grasp.

It was a really, really big whip.

"This," Alaister continued to say. "Is an Australian bullwhip, made with kangaroo overlay." He bounced his around. "It is much lighter and faster than most American brands." He turned his gaze to the camera. Gibbs could have sworn he was looking directly at him. "The faster it flies, the more damage that can be done."

He turned away and moved behind Tony. Gibbs wanted to do something, but all of his thoughts ended with smashing the computer. That wouldn't help Tony.

"What's going on?" Ziva asked, moving closer to Gibbs' desk.

The team leader sighed heavily. "McGee, get this up on the plasma." McGee nodded, and a few key hits later, the plasma behind Gibbs head filled with the image of Tony's torture chamber.

The three of them stood up and moved incredibly close to the monitor. They watched, helpless, as Alaister slid his disgusting palm over Tony's naked torso. "He really is an attractive man, wouldn't you agree, Agent Gibbs?" He asked lecherously. Gibbs' hands clenched into fists at his sides. "His skin," Alaister trailed a single down Tony's side. "So smooth, like satin. Or baby's skin. It amazes me that a man such as Agent DiNozzo could manage to maintain such soft skin." He tsked. "It is a pity that I will have to ruin it for him."

Without anymore hesitation, he moved behind Tony, arched the whip behind his ear and brought it forward with a loud crack right on Tony's back.

The three in the squad room jumped. Not one of them could move. Gibbs hated it. His usually tough as nails team was falling apart at the seams, and they were powerless to stop it.

He stared directly into Tony's face as Alaister once again cocked back and smacked a lash onto his back. The young man didn't make a move. He didn't even flinch. The pain had to be unbearable, but he didn't cry out. He started ahead at the camera—at Gibbs—with a blank look on his face. One right after another, Alaister ripped his skin open with that damn whip. They could see the blood smearing across the walls, but Tony remained stoic.

Gibbs quirked a smile. "Glory." McGee and Ziva spared him two seconds to ask him if he had gone insane with their eyes. "It's a movie. Typical DiNozzo to turn this into a movie." Gibbs may not like a lot of movies, but a few certainly caught his interest. Glory was one of them.

He watched as Alaister kept going. Every lash was spaced evenly. He had done this before. It was the only explanation. Most people would be getting tired by now, and their whips would be sporadic and rough. But not these. No, Alaister was a professional.

"McGee." He said out of nowhere.

McGee nodded. "Right, Abby's lab. We'll work this email too." Without another word, he left the squad room.

"Ziva."

"Find everything I can on Alaister. Got it." She turned towards her desk. Gibbs turned back to the monitor.

Alaister finally stopped his assault on Tony. The young man seemed to visibly relax as his captor dropped the whip at his feet. But then his chin was grabbed and jerked in the direction of the camera.

"He deserves to know why this is happening to him, don't you agree, Agent Gibbs?" Alaister smiled. "But sadly, I do not feel it is my duty to tell him. No, I will leave that to you. I will call shortly, Agent Gibbs. When I do, I will allow you a few moments to speak to your agent. I will give you enough time to tell him why he is in my company."

Without warning, Alaister pulled back and slapped Tony's back with solid force. Tony screamed out in pain and clenched his eyes shut tight. "If you fail to tell Agent DiNozzo this reason, I promise you now, our next alone time will be far more painful. You have twenty minutes Gibbs. Wait for my call."

The screen turned to snow.

At first, Gibbs didn't move. He'd completely forgotten how to. Then, he felt incredible nausea roll around in his stomach.

He dashed around the maze of desks and ran towards the head. He dove into the first stall and dropped to his knees, just barely bringing his face to the bowl when his stomach turned inside out on him.

It burned his throat, stung his eyes and made his body shake. But it wouldn't stop. His eyes were screwed tight, and all he kept picturing was Tony standing there half naked, being tortured. And the fact that it was only going to get worse…

Gibbs settled back against the wall and swallowed the lump in his throat. It wasn't a coincidence. Alaister didn't pick Tony because he was an easy target, or any other pathetic reason Gibbs tried to come up with. He chose Tony because he knew.

Alaister knew that Gibbs was in love with him.

ok so pretty good huh....wait a sec i think this was better written than most of my chapters...thats it i have to start writing right away my surgery is coming up and I want to at least have chapter 9 out to you guys before then. so CIAO!!! Dont forget to read and review K? LOVE YA!