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CHAPTER FOUR; Losing what was found
Ring. Ring. Ring.
This is DiNozzo. I'm out having a good time so leave your name and number and I'll get back to you if I can. Ciao.
Tony. I's me, Abby. You're in trouble Mr! It's been half an hour, come on and get over here. Bring lots of chocolate and some CafPow and maybe I'll forgive you!
~NCIS~
Ring. Ring. Ring.
This is DiNozzo. I'm out having a good time so leave your name and number and I'll get back to you if I can. Ciao.
Tony! Come on. This isn't funny. You know I worry when people are late. Like maybe you've been in a car accident, or mugged, or murdered or something! Please call me back, even if it's just to say you're five minutes away. Please.
~NCIS~
Ring. Ring. Ring.
This is DiNozzo. I'm out having a good time so leave your name and number and I'll get back to you if I can. Ciao.
Tony, I've been listening to the road report and there isn't a pile up or an accident on the route you take, I even called the police department and they don't know anything. Where are you? It's been five hours and I'm really worried. If you've blown me off for a date then I'm gonna kill you! Call me back. Oh, and please don't be dead!
~NCIS~
Ring. Ring. Ring.
This is DiNozzo. I'm out having a good time so leave your name and number and I'll get back to you if I can. Ciao.
Tony. It's been a whole day. I even went to your apartment and you weren't there. I'm really worried. I'm going to have to call Gibbs, so you'd better not be doing something stupid. But what ever you are doing... please be safe.
~NCIS~
“I gave him a few personal days, Abs, I'm sure he's fine,” Gibbs told her as she wrung her hands and stared at him with large weepy eyes.
“But he was supposed to use those days to hang out with me and he never turned up so I called him and it rang for ages and ages then went to voicemail. Every time I call I get the same thing. He wouldn't ignore all my messages for no reason, Gibbs, he'd know I would worry,” Abby said pitifully.
Gibbs sighed. Honestly there wasn't anything concrete to suggest that Tony was in trouble, the case load had been light recently and Tony had just needed a few days to de-stress and unwind especially since he hadn't taken any holiday at all in the months that Gibbs had been in Mexico for. Besides, they had both needed some space to think. Of course, his infamous gut was growling that Tony wouldn't do anything to hurt Abby and that he had no idea just what kind of trouble Tony could have gotten into while he had been away.
“I'll go over to his apartment,” he reassured Abby who gave him one of her sweet spontaneous hugs in response and a quick peck on the cheek before sending him on his way.
By the time Gibbs made it to Tony's he was tense and anxious to have his theories disproven. The drive over there had given him plenty of time to come up with all kinds of horrific scenarios that would have stopped Tony from answering his phone.
He could see from the outside of the building that Tony's light wasn't on but it was late enough that Tony might have gone out for dinner or something because god knows the boy didn't keep enough food to feed a supermodel in the hose let alone a federal agent who enjoyed snacking during movies. His gut twisted and he made his way to the apartment, the key that Tony had given him over a year ago burning a hole in his pocket.
He was unsurprised to find that Tony wasn't home, but while there were no signs of a break in it was little comfort to Gibbs who didn't know where to look next or if he should just settle in for the night and wait to see if Tony returned. It wasn't long before something happened to make his mind up.
There was a knocking at Tony's door and while Gibbs was tempted to ignore it since it obviously wouldn’t be Tony or anyone who knew where he was, politeness and a desperation to make the person stop banging so loudly encouraged him to get up and greet the unexpected visitor.
The man on the other side of the door was familiar to Gibbs. He was in his late thirties with light blond hair and bright blue eyes that hardened when he saw who it was answering Tony's door. Gibbs recognised him as the owner of a BDSM club called The St. Andrews Cross. The club was one that Tony had frequented many times in the last ten years and Nick was counted as a friend by Tony.
“Is he here?” Nick asked, glancing past Gibbs and ignoring the man as best he could.
Gibbs stepped forward, blocking Nick's line of sight and preventing the man from being able to enter the apartment. Nick glared at him directly, and after a silent battle of wills that Gibbs always knew he was going to win Nick spoke to him. “You're back. I guess that's why I haven't seen Tonio in the last few weeks. Before that he was at the club once a week.”
“You didn't see him last night then?” Gibbs asked, already knowing the answer.
“No... I... I was meant to. He called a few days ago, wanted a talk. I told him to come to the club tonight since I wasn't working. He never showed, that's why I'm here,” Nick confessed reluctantly.
Gibbs' gut tugged. “So you don't know if he showed but never made it up to your place?” There was no jealousy at the idea of Tony meeting Nick because he knew they would never be lovers. For starters they'd known each other for something like ten years and had never once slept together which was a strong indication they never would, but the best indicator was that although Nick was a Dominant, he was also a hardcore sadist. Tony liked pain, but he wasn't a slut for it. For Tony pain was a way of relieving stress and coping with his guilt and trust issues and while he appreciated the endorphins he couldn't be pushed too far past his pain threshold before he lost his erection. Tony had already been in one bad relationship where his dynamic hadn't matched his partner, he still bore the scars and Gibbs was sure he wouldn't be making the same mistake any time soon.
“Yeah, he was meant to meet up with Abby too and he didn't. Can you call someone to find out if he turned up at all?” Gibbs demanded.
Nick wanted to say no, Gibbs could see it in his eyes, but sense won out and he nodded. “Lorna was on admittance last night and Joe was the bouncer. They're both on tonight so I can find out now as long as they pick up,” he said as he dialled a number on his cell.
~NCIS~
Tony groaned. He was sore everywhere and not in a good way. Ever since he'd woken up it had been like armature torture night. He was pretty sure that Jason thought he was 'training' Tony, but he was clearly basing his idea of training on bad porn since all he'd done so far was beat him, caress him and mutter some crazy mantra about being the dom for Tony and about how Tony should thank him. Needless to say Tony wasn't thankful at all.
“Tony, Tony, Tony,” Jason ranted. “I'm just giving you want you really want.”
“Yeah, because being being kidnapped is a guilty pleasure of mine,” Tony wheezed out sarcastically. He was worried that a rib was broken.
“No, no, no! You've always craved belonging. You want someone to just take care of you, so you don't have to worry any more. I'm just trying to show you that I'm that person for you,” Jason said.
“Good job so far. I'm pretty sure breaking my bones is the opposite of taking care of me,” he pointed out, holding an arm protectively over his chest.
He'd long since been taken out of bondage and rearranged in various different positions. He just hadn't found the opportunity to strike at Jason. He was hoping that one of these positions he'd get put in would get him close enough to the cell phone that he could see in Jason's pocket. He'd even suggested some lurid sexual acts that would grant him access but Jason had just beaten him more, telling him that it was up to Jason to decide what Tony's purpose was, and Tony was being disrespectful by suggesting other wise.
“I'd never hurt you, but there are lessons you need to learn,” Jason muttered, and Tony screamed as a lash from his belt landed on his nipple. Please, please let it be over soon.
~NCIS~
Nick snapped his cell phone shut. “Lorna said she hadn't seen him tonight but Joe saw him last night just after he left you at a club just across from the club.”
“We talked things out there and I gave him some time off to think about things. I guess that would be the last place anyone saw him. Damn it, I knew I should have seen him home!” Gibbs wanted to punch someone. Now.
“Yeah you should have,” Nick agreed with a dark look. “But Tony can look after himself, there was no reason to suspect other wise. The good news is that Joe knows who saw him after you did, and I have a feeling that it's the same person who has him now.”
“Let's go!” Gibbs said, and if Nick had thought he sounded dark then he had nothing on how Gibbs sounded now. Jason Bruckner was about to have a close encounter with death, and if he was lucky enough to survive then Nick could only imagine the length of the prison sentence that Gibbs would make sure he served.
Nick smiled. He was glad that Gibbs was the one looking out for Tony. This Jason fucker deserved what he got.
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