Sometimes Tony wondered what he did to deserve this. He wasn't a bad person; at least he didn't think he was. But then again, bad people never think they're the bad person. But then if he thinks he is a good person does that mean he is fooling himself and actually a bad person?

A white hot pain spread through his body and a scream escaped through his clenched teeth. His entire body went stiff as he tried to fight off the pain though he knew it was futile. As suddenly as the pain came, it was gone, and Tony's body went limp in the chains holding him upright from the ceiling. His eyes remained closed and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering his body and his normally perfect hair was dirty and unkempt, sticking to his forehead. Perfectly manicured fingernails grabbed his face and wrenched it up. "Look at me. Now."

Breathing raggedly, Tony opened his heavy lidded eyes, wanting nothing more than to sleep or die. He couldn't remember the last time he was able to sleep. The woman holding his face in her hand was not a welcome sight and he stared at her with as much loathing in his cloudy gaze as possible. "Now," she began, with a sickly sweet voice, making him wish for the hundredth time he could shoot her. "You will tell me everything I want to know."

Tony didn't say anything, so she must have taken this as a cue to continue. "Tell me what the Navy's planning to do about the seven hostages we took." Tony continued to stare at her with loathing, refusing to speak. She narrowed her eyes at him and slapped him with her other hand, causing his cheek to sting but he still stayed silent.

"Answer me!" The woman demanded. The only reply she got was Tony spitting blood into her face. She stiffened and let go of him, taking out a small hand towel from her back pocket that Tony could have sworn already had bloodstains. She wiped off her face with barely controlled rage as she glared at him. "Fine. You will break, Anthony DiNozzo, mark my words." The woman turned her attention to the two guards standing on either side of him. "One more good long shock then commence H-243."

Tony barely had time to wonder what H-243 was before white hot pain filled his body once again and a scream escaped his clenched teeth. It lasted much longer this time and his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He tried telling himself this couldn't last very much longer, because they needed him for information so they wouldn't kill him.

A strangled sob of relief escaped him when the pain disappeared, leaving his body unusually numb and exhausted. He felt like he just ran a marathon and dully made a mental note to not make fun of McGee the next time he complained about how hard marathon training was.

Then Tony felt ice cold, like someone had just dumped him in a bath full of ice water and wondered if this is what H-243. "TONY!"

With a strangled gasp Tony shot up into a sitting position, his mouth open and a scream erupting from him. It took him a moment to get his bearings. He stared in front of him, hyperventilating as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. The first thing he became aware of was a cool hand resting on his bare back. His head spun and he locked eyes with intense blue eyes and found himself unable to look away. The room was quiet except for Tony's labored breathing which eventually returned to normal.

His head spun, his thoughts still foggy from the nightmare he just awoke from. He heard a steady voice coming from where the blue eyes were asking, "What's your name?"

"Anthony DiNozzo." The answer came out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think about it. Question after question was thrown at him, and as Tony answered them, he slowly began to feel himself calm down. "I am 41. I live in Washington, D.C. I work for NCIS in the Major Case Response Team. I was taken over a year ago. I was rescued four weeks ago."

Someone turned on the light and Tony's gaze flitted to the doorway to his room and saw a woman standing there clutching a hippo; Abby. Tony let out a deep breath as Gibb's hand moved from his back and ran his hand through Tony's hair. "Tony?" he heard her question, tired but awake. "Is everything okay?"

Tony didn't answer; the words seemed to be stuck in his throat and didn't want to form in his mouth. Thankfully, Gibbs answered for him. "He'll be fine, Abbs. Go back to bed." He heard her murmur something before walking back down the hallway to where he assumed she was heading to her bed.

Tony was silent, staring at his hands before he glanced at Gibbs. "Sorry about that Boss…" His voice trailed off at the look in Gibbs' eyes. They were full of concern, which wasn't that unusual since he was released from the hospital, but he also noticed the bags under his eyes and the tired look to his face.

Gibbs shook his head and squeezed Tony's shoulder. "Don't be," he assured him quietly. Tony let his voice wash over him, refreshing to hear something comforting after the nightmare he had. He knew he probably should feel ashamed, acting like a kid getting comforted by a parent but right now, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself, that was what he wanted more than anything.

Tony opened his eyes again and nodded when Gibbs quietly told him to try and get some sleep. They locked eyes for a moment and neither one of them moved. Then Gibbs squeezed Tony's shoulder once more before he got to his feet and walked to the door. Tony watched him walk across the room and managed to smile weakly before Gibbs turned off the light and shut the door.

With a small sigh, Tony laid back in his bed and closed his eyes. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Almost every time he closed his eyes he found himself in a nightmare of flashbacks. It wasn't as bad now, though. The first few days since his rescue his flashbacks would happen all the time, seemingly at random. Gibbs was the only person that could calm him down when they happened. The doctors thought it was because he was a former marine and used to dealing with PTSD, but Tony knew that it was because Gibbs was the one person he trusted more than anyone else. Thankfully, now they just happen at night.

Tony slowly felt himself drifting back into sleep, feeling safe with the knowledge that Gibbs would always be there when he woke up.

So I hope you liked the new chapter! I apologize for lack of posting but I have been distracted by school and other life events. But now I should be back to updating regularly, or at least I hope, along with my other stories. So please review and tell me what you thought! There should only be a couple chapters left, maybe two or three talking about Tony's adjustment.