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The Gun's Lust: Chapter Five

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Timothy was smashed in the backseat of a black SUV between two of the men that grabbed him. It would have been text-book cliché had a man with a cigar been in the front seat waiting. Apparently their boss didn't like to get his hands dirty one bit. The men had tied his hands behind his back with rope, and fairly well he had to say as it was cutting into his circulation. His mind was racing as the car started up and sped off. They thought he was Tony, did they know what Tony was like? Should he be making smart remarks involving some crime movie?

"H-hey, you wanna loosen these a bit?" His voice cracked but he forced it out with an almost cocky looking grin. "I mean really, how far can I actually get?" Timothy could feel himself easing with the sarcasm. No wonder Tony felt so at ease…in every situation.

One of the guys he was sitting next to pushed him forward, exposing his tied hands but putting him in an awkward position. Timmy felt the man at the ropes and then they were tightened, biting at his flesh. He gasped and was yanked back upwards. Slinking as far as he could downwards to try and get off his wrists, Timothy decided to drop the Tony routine. Apparently these guys were really not happy with him. Think, Tim think…you're the brains aren't you? Not in this situation! Oh man…this isn't good…Tony will notice I'm not back. He'll call the team…I'll be all right.

The car ride was across town and out into the slums by the docks. He was surprised they hadn't blindfolded him. And then he became concerned. They really did mean to kill Tony. No need for a blindfold if you were just going to kill the man once you got him there. Maybe a little torture for what he'd done to your family…Timothy felt like throwing up.

Timothy was yanked roughly from the large vehicle and had to step quickly, crossing foot over foot and back again to keep from falling onto the pavement. The man who'd tightened his ropes pulled him forward and the other two led the way to one of the large dock buildings. The door opened and hit the back wall with a clang. They were obviously very confident in that they wouldn't be found for all the noise they were making.

Tony shifted under the sheets and looked around the room wearily. It took a few moments to remember where he was but when he did he looked next to him with a big smile. That quickly faded when he noted that Timmy wasn't there with him. Frowning a little he kicked the sheets off and placed his feet on the floor. He snatched up his boxers from the ground and slipped into them before walking out to check the rest of the apartment. "McGee?" he asked looking around and finding the place empty.

Panic quickly bubbled in his chest and he started snatching the clothing from all around the apartment and searched quickly for his gun. He found it and his NCIS badge on the kitchen table next to Timmy's. He grabbed all of it and headed out of the apartment, gun in hand and safety off. He stalked carefully down the hall and hit the elevator button, aiming his gun into it. His heart was hammering as he thought of something happening to Timmy right after all they'd finally gotten out there. "Son of a bitch…" the elevator opened and it was empty. Tony climbed on and hit the first floor button. His gun was still poised in his hands at his hip. Gibbs was going to kill them if this bastard didn't get them first.

Sucking in a deep breath, Tony pulled the gun up when the elevator opened to the lobby. Empty. "What the hell is going on…" He rushed outside, gun out before him and eyes moving quickly with his ears perked and listening hard. There was no one to be seen anywhere; not down the street, not the alley, nowhere. "Timothy."

Tony grabbed his phone and quickly hit speed dial to Gibbs' house phone. "Please be in your basement!" he muttered into the mouth piece of the phone. He answered on the fourth ring.

"Gibbs," he muttered and Tony sucked in a nervous breath.

"Boss, McGee is missing." He spurted out the words quickly then held his breath waiting for Gibbs' explosion. Tony didn't need Gibbs to make him feel bad at this point; he already felt that this whole thing was his fault. "I was asleep when I woke up he was just- gone."

He could hear Gibbs moving around in the background, grabbing at something, setting a glass down. "If you're outside, get your ass back inside that apartment now. I'll be there in a few minutes." The phone line went dead.

Tony suddenly felt very vulnerable and ducked back inside, eyes still darting around his surroundings making sure that no one would catch him off guard. He decided to take the elevator this time around so that he wowuld only have one direction to defend against. Getting back up and ot the apartment without any problems, Tony shut and locked the door, pacing and thinking with the gun still in his hand. Because of him Timothy was gone. He was probably in the hands of some crazy murderer and it was all Tony's fault. He should have shown his fear, he should have made sure Timothy wasn't in danger, he should have not been Tony for once in his life. "Damn it, damn it!"

Gibbs did show up a few minutes later, after a high probability of having broken over twenty traffic laws. "Get in the car Dinozzo," Gibbs growled from a rolled down window.

Tony ran over and yanked the side door open, climbing in as he was told. "What are we going to do, Boss?" He pulled the door shut and quickly strapped himself in. He wouldn't do Timothy any good if he died in some car accident he was sure his boss was going to either get into or cause one day. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if it happened between Gibbs and Ziva in the work parking lot…how hadn't that happened yet?

Spinning tires and grinding gears, Gibbs took off back to the street. "To get you somewhere we can watch you, then I'm going to get Ziva and Abby to help me find McGee." His voice was like rock scraping across metal, his eyes unwavering and hands gripped the steering wheel in confidence.

Though Tony knew this was a man you shouldn't argue with, it was Tony's fault that Timothy was even in this position. "I'm helping, Boss. You're not just going to shut me in a room and tell me to be a good boy. You know I won't."

"Under lock, key and guard, yeah, you will." Gibbs' voice was raised but not quite yelling. It was unsettling how easily the man could take his voice up a note and make it sound like an order from God. "I've got one agent on the line, I'm not making that two, Tony."

The rest of the ride was silent though Tony was sitting contemplating how to talk Jethro into letting him work this case with the rest of the team. They needed him. Timothy needed him. He couldn't just let all of what had happened go just because his boss wanted him to sit on the sidelines. When did following orders ever stop Dinozzo? This time, he had something worth fighting for and damn it, he was going to fight.

Ziva pushed Tony back into the room and clicked the lock into place before he could fight anymore. She heard him bang on the door, yelling this and that about how he needed to help out. She turned and looked at the man in the uniform. "He does not get out of here until I get back. Are we clear?"

The man nodded his head and flinched a little when the sound of a boot kicking at a metal door sounded behind him. "He sounds pretty upset about this…" the man wavered, easing back from Ziva's glare.

"No one in, no one out. You'd better not mess this up, sergeant." Ziva's eyes could probably cause a heart attack. In this man at least.

Gibbs was standing at the end of the hallway not stopping her warnings to the man, but nodded slightly when the poor cop looked over at him. "Come on, Ziva. We've got to go find our boy."

The ropes that held Timothy's hands were biting and the blindfold smothered. It was true how taking away one sense could heighten another. "Sit tight pretty boy, our boss will be here any minute," said a deep voice of one of his captors. Timothy had no choice but to sit still and contemplate in this man made darkness. His heart was racing, his hands sweating and legs were shaking.

The sound of faint footsteps, made from dress shoes, sounded outside of the door to the large loading dock. The metal door squeaked open, raking across Timmy's eardrums and forcing him to wince. The footsteps got louder, headed right for him, in a slow rhythmic pattern that made everything slow down to a crawl. Timothy noticed he was holding his breath but couldn't seem to let it go and get himself the needed oxygen. This was it. He was dead. This drug lord was going to kill him.

"Who the fuck is this?" the man was now standing a few inches from Timmy. He felt his face grabbed and jerked roughly upwards, forcing him to look at the man without seeing him. "This is not Tony Dinozzo. You pricks can't get anything right, can you!" his voice was loud and jarring. Anger was more than evident in his screaming.

"B-boss, this was the- he came from the apartment…he must be the…" The man that dared actually speak sputtered to a halt as a realization came to his mind.

"Must. Be. The. What?" The man in the dress shoes growled lowly. Even though the man's anger was not directed at Timothy, the agent could feel the boiling heat rolling from the hand that gripped his face and he was frightened.

"The other cop. The one Tony was staying with." The man finished his sentence and gulped audibly. If the people that worked for the man could get this afraid of the man, Timothy figured he had every reason to be frightened for his life.

The sound of shoes moving away from him let Timothy breath for a moment. The sound of a fist hitting skin and a body meeting the cold cement ground had him jumping in his seat. Grunts and hits followed for a few long minutes then silence. Timmy didn't even hear the shoes this time as he listened hard for what was going on around him. The sudden feel of hands on his shoulders and the warmth of breath on the uncovered section of his face had the man freezing and waiting. "I guess we'll just have to find out from this one where we can find Tony Dinozzo. Let the fun begin." The laugh echoed around the large open space of the loading dock and a chill breeze blew over Timothy.