Part I.
George Michaelson glared at the sixteen year-old. "Your father ruined my life." he seethed.
Tony didn't look up at the man. He was agitated. He'd learned to control his reaction to touch a lot better over the years, but when the older man had grabbed him so suddenly from behind, he'd panicked.
Now he was tied to a wooden chair, and blood flowed freely from the gash above his eyebrow, where George had struck him when he wouldn't be quiet.
Alie had invited Tony over today at four to do homework together. He was supposed to be there now, not here. Where ever here was. Tony glared at the floor. His head hurt and Alie was probably wondering where he was and he'd dropped his backpack on the ground when he and the man had been struggling.
All of his things were in their. His books, his study sheet, his cell phone, his keys with the little skull chain Abby had given him a couple of years ago. Everything.
"Hey! Listen to me!" the man grabbed Tonys' chin, forcing him to look at him.
"I don't like being touched. Stop!" Tony closed his eyes tight and struggled in the mans grip.
"That's a damn shame. Special Agent Gibbs took my son, and now I'm going to make sure he watches you die." George threatened, his scowl a permanent fixture on his face.
Tonys attention was caught when the man mentioned his dads name. "Gibbs..." he repeated, "Took your son." he shook his head. "Not Gibbs, he wouldn't do that. Let me go. I'm late. Taking people against their will is a felony."
George glared at the teen. "Were you born defective or something?" he asked, arching a brow.
"Were you? Normal people don't kidnap other people who were minding their own business. Now let me go. I'm late. You're making me very late. I'm not happy." Tony struggled in the seat. The ropes tying his hands behind his back were chafing his wrists. He was uncomfortable and it was hot in here and he was late!
George ignored the boy. Clearly something was wrong with him. But that wouldn't matter in a few hours. He started setting up the camera.
Alie had waited ten minutes before calling Gibbs. Tony was very punctual if something was on his schedule, and she'd marked today for him, so it was only reasonable she be worried, she wasn't over reacting, she told herself, as she dialed.
"Gibbs!"
Alie was used to his phone etiquette-it was something akin to Tonys. They hung up without saying goodbye, they answered the phone by stating their names quite loudly. She thought it was kind of cute. "Hi Gibbs, it's Alie." she had learned years ago not to call him Mister or Sir, as he worked for a living, "I was wondering if Tony was still home, he was supposed to be here at 4 and I know it's only 4:10 but he's usually right on time, and I know I'm total worry-wart but-"
Gibbs stopped her rambling, his voice trembling. "I thought he was going there directly after school, he never got home."
Alies' felt her heart stop. "Oh God."
A.N. This will be a three part one-shot (if you can still call it that...) Any who, I realize this is ridiculously short, next one will be longer, promise.