Hello! Okay, so I'm updating this story today. I surprised myself too don't worry. Now, I do not know if I'm going to be able to update tomorrow, more than likely I will but that might, MIGHT, be the last update for a few days. I have to leave soon so I won't be able to update but I will update as soon as i get back. Promise. So until then, R&R!

~Mythia~

It's been a long time since Tony saw his team for the first time in what felt like forever to him. Actually, it's been a long time since Tony had seen anything, much less anyone. Once Michelle had turned off the call, she had whipped him one more time on his back, leaving a deep wound that was still dripping blood down his back. She tied the blindfold back over his eyes and then she just… left. She didn't beat him anymore, she didn't torture him anymore… She was just, gone.

But to Tony, that was the worst part. He couldn't see anything; he hadn't had food or water in days. He was starting to hear things. His wrists had been rubbed raw and were starting to bleed. His arms hurt like crazy and he had a headache worse than any hangover he had ever had. That's when he heard it. Tony froze immediately. "Ziva?" he whispered.

His ear's caught the sound of her voice again. He couldn't make out all of the words, but he could hear a few. "Tony…is…NCIS…" Tony started shaking in fear. What were they doing here, he wondered. They couldn't be here to save him. No, he had long given up hope that that would happen.

He heard the door kicked open and flinched, beginning to struggle against chains he was being hung from. He felt someone place a knife to his neck and froze in terror. He heard Michelle Grey's voice hiss, "One move and I slice his throat open." Terror filled Tony and he started to struggle again but stopped as he felt the knife press harder against his throat, feeling blood trickle down his chest and he knew she had made a shallow wound.

"Put your guns down." Michelle ordered. Oh, how much Tony wished he could see, how much he wished he didn't have this stupid blindfold on. He didn't hear any movement after Michelle gave the order but suddenly felt an agonizing pain in his thigh as the knife plunged in and he screamed in agony, a tear running down his cheek.

Through the pain, Tony heard some shuffling and the sound of someone kicking something heavy away and the knife was taken out of his thigh. He gasped in pain and felt the blood gushing down his leg, he was starting to get light-headed. Soft, nimble hands untied the blindfold from his eyes and he blinked a few times to get used to the light and his terror-filled gaze flitted around momentarily before landing on the three people in front of him.

Ziva covered her hand over her mouth, eyes filled with an unbelievable horror as she looked at him, all his wounds and scars and gashes. His dull gaze stayed on her. He couldn't remember anything that had happened before he had come here… but she made him feel…different. A bad different, not a good different. He wondered why he felt that way...

Tony was distracted from his thoughts when he felt himself drop to the ground roughly with a loud thump. He cried out in pain when he hit the ground, chest first. He must have broken a rib or two. That would be the only explanation for the intense pain in his chest. Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo grunted when Michelle Grey punched him in the Jaw. For such a pretty and delicate woman, she sure packed a punch, pun intended.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gibbs struggling to hold in his anger. Tony silently pleaded for him not to do anything rash, even though he knew Gibbs would ignore him anyway. Tony struggled to catch his breath and managed to say quickly and fearfully, "How long boss...?" Of course, as he knew it would, him ralking earned himself a beating. But Michelle surprised him this time. Instead of a beating she... Electrocuted him.

He screamed loudly in agony and his body shook violently as bolts of electricity went theough his body. His teeth chattered and he felt his heart start to beat faster and he cried out, "I'm sorry!" But the electricity still did not stop. Instead, it continued to shock him and just when he thought he was going to die... It stopped.

Tony couldn't move, he was barely aware of his surroundings and his vision was fuzzy. He heard gun shots go off in the room, they were coming frome everywhere at once. He heard Gibbs voice, telling him to run. Feet were stomping around, the sound like slaps of ice on the metal floor. Wild and loud shouts came from all around him. He wanted to follow Gibbs order, he knew he shoukd. But he couldn't, he couldn't do anything. His hands pressed against his head. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening because his team shouldn't be here.

He felt someone grab his arm and he cried out in pain as someone gently brought him to his feet. Through his fuzzy vision he saw the faint image of McGee and let himself be guided away from all of the chaos. The shooting began to receed and the shouting began to slowly stop. McGee skidded to a stop and Tony collapsed on the ground and groaned.

He felt McGee lightly shake his uninjured shoulder. "Tony..." His voice sounded far away, like he was yards away from him instead of mere inches. "Tony hang in there... Paramedics are coming. Everything is going to be fine..."

Tony's unfocused gazed locked with McGee's eyes. "No, Probie." He whispered almost inaudibly, as he slipped into unconsciousness. "Nothing will ever be the same..." As he blacked out and the frantic sounds around him tuned out, his last thought was about Kate. He knew, if she was here, she would make everything right again...

Well did you guys like it? In my opinion, I think it was a little rushed and not as good as it could have been... But I always judge myself harshly on my stories. So, PLEASE review and tell me what you liked. Tell me what you didn't like. Or just a simple compliment to make me want to keep writing. Now, REVIEW! XXX3333