Apologise for the super super long delay on this. Life got in the way!

Gibbs pulled his cellphone from his pocket and instantly dialled DiNozzos number. The phone echoed with a constant ring.

"What is Tony doing?" Ziva asked. The team kept their gaze on the van as it disappeared out of the far gate.

"Where is he going?" McGee asked. Gibbs once more tried to dial Tony's phone with no joy.

"I don't think that's Tony driving." Gibbs admitted. He looked to an officer beside him. "We need your patrol car." He said. The police officer pointed to his cruiser and Gibbs called Ziva and McGee to join him. The three jumped in the car and Gibbs sped away and in the direction the van had been speeding.

"What is going on?" Ziva asked.

"I don't think Tony is driving." Gibbs said.

"Then where is he?" McGee asked.

"I don't know. Track his cellphone." Gibbs ordered. McGee pulled out his tablet and started to tap away on it.

"If Tony is not driving, then who is?" Ziva was confused and was getting more concerned for Tony. Gibbs did not reply. He was watching the road ahead. He could just see the navy and white van ahead in the distance, but if he was not careful he was going to lose it in the morning traffic.

"Call Abby, I need cameras tracking this van now." He said.

"We have GPS on the van. Bringing it up now." McGee said.

"What about Tony's phone?" Gibbs asked him.

"All it indicates is that it is in front of us." McGee said.

"So he is in the van?" Ziva asked.

"Yes, but I don't think it is of his own free will." Gibbs replied. Ziva watched as Gibbs weaved through the traffic, the patrol cars siren doing its job. But the van was still almost a dot in the distance and Gibbs was feeling like he was losing it. "McGee?"

"Its turning onto 5th."McGee said. Gibbs pushed his foot further down on the accelerator and moved swiftly through the cars ahead of him. McGee looked at the screen following the gps blip that indicated where the van was.

"Abby has the van on cameras too. But there is not guarantee she can keep it." Ziva was on her cellphone. She pressed a button and Abby's voice came over the loud speaker.

"What is going on Gibbs? Where is Tony?

"That's what we need you for Abby. Guide me to that van."

"I have it on 5th. Its driving mad." Abby said.

"Can you see the driver Abs?" Gibbs asked her. The phone was silent for a second, to Gibbs it felt like minutes. "Abs?"

"Its Tony and he is not alone."Abby said, her tone of voice was clear to everyone in the car. She was worried and scared.

"Can you get a clear image of the person with him?" Gibbs asked her.

"I think so."

"Good, run it and let me know if a name pops." Gibbs asked her. Abby agreed and finished the phone call.

"Bring him home Gibbs." She said. The phone went silent.

"McGee, I am losing it." Gibbs said.

"GPS says it has turned from 5th to East Street….Its…..woah." McGee said.

"What?" Ziva beat Gibbs to the question.

"It stopped." He said.

"What….it crashed?" Gibbs asked.

"I don't know. It could be, or it might have malfunctioned." McGee looked at Gibbs and then the road ahead. Gibbs spoke what they all feared.
"We have lost him."

NCISNCISNCIS

The moment Tony had got to the van, he felt uneasy. But he thought it was just the glare of Gibbs eyes into the back of his head. Tony always ensured his memory card was clear, always. So why did he forget this time. He could have kicked himself, and now Gibbs was staring at him with a disapproving look. The glare was almost burning though the back of his head and into his own eye sockets. He opened the side door of the van and stepped in. He reached for the drawer he knew had the spare cards in, but something caught his eye. A red stain was on the floor beside him. He looked down to it and then to the cause of it. A man laid in the middle of the walkway of the back of the van. He was bleeding from the side.

"What…..who are you?" Tony asked him.

"He is with me." A voice came from behind him. He felt the unmistakable feel of a gun barrel pressed against his skull. Tony slowly moved his hand. He hoped the slow movement would not been seen and he could have half a chance to reach for his weapon. His hand hovered over his holster. "Don't even try it hero." The gunman said. Tony felt his gun being removed from his holster.

"Who are you?" Tony asked calmly.

"None of your damn business."

"Well I think it is. You are currently in a federal vehicle."

"And like that is going to bother me."

"Well, back behind me is an array of federal officers, police offers and officials. And I think it will be their business to know who is hiding in their vehicle." Tony said.

"Nyle…we need….." The injured man struggled to say.

"Looks like he needs help." Tony said.

"What do you think I am trying to do? You have the keys?" The man with the voice pressed the gun slightly harder into Tony's skull. Tony did not answer, so the pressure was increased and Tony felt like his head was about to break from the angle his head was being pushed in.

"Ok….yes I have the keys." Tony said.

"Then drive." Nyle said. Tony looked up to the man who was stood in the small door that led from the cab at the front to the rear. "Drive or I will shoot you now." Tony glanced back to the man on the floor and then up to Nyle. He knew he had no choice. He moved into the drivers seat and put the van in to drive. Nyle sat beside him, the gun trailed in Tony.

"Time to go." Nyle said. Tony pulled the van out of its parking spot and drove away. "Faster!" Tony looked at him and put his foot down harder. The van sped down the internal road of the graveyard and towards the gates at the end. Tony glanced into the mirrors on the side of the van. In the distance behind him, Gibbs, McGee and Ziva looked on in shock. The van pulled into the traffic.

"Where?" Tony asked him.

"Just keep driving." Tony glanced back onto the rear of the van. "He is bleeding heavy, he needs help and soon."

"That's why I am here. I need you to help him"

"Me…..I cant." Tony was shocked.

"You can, you have the supplies. You are a paramedic?" Nyle asked him.

"What…..no…no, I am not." Tony knew this revelation was not being met with kindly.

"The van…you are right?" Nyle was confused. He looked at the van and then back to Tony, bringing the gun up higher.

"No, this is an NCIS van. Its not an ambulance. I am not a paramedic." Tony said. Nyle pressed the gun against Tony's neck. "I am not lying. Look around. No gurney, no medicine, just boxes of supplies." Nyle looked back to his friend on the floor of the rear unit. Tony took a chance to look into the mirrors once more. He was sure he saw a patrol car weaving through the traffic behind him, Gibbs was not letting him down.

"Then you have just made this whole situation worse for me…and you."