Have to thank everyone for the reviews, they mean so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

We have finally reached the end...hope everyone enjoys it.

Edouard made another slash at the opposite angle on Gibbs' chest. Still Gibbs refused to react.

Tony held his breath. This wasn't part of the plan and even without the implant, he felt the pain as if it was his own.

"You know." Edouard sighed. "This was supposed to be about making Tony suffer, but now-" He walked towards Tony, stopping behind the chair and putting a hand on Tony's shoulder as he stared at Gibbs. "I'm thinking, you deserve more suffering than just a slow painful death." He leaned forward, his eyes still locked on Gibbs. "Men aren't my thing." His hand caressed down Tony's chest. "But seeing the anger and jealousy on your face while I fuck him would be worth it."

Gibbs tried not to react, willed his body not to struggle to get free, but he couldn't control his bodies involuntary reactions. His eyes dilated, nostrils flared, his heart raced and his blood boiled.

Edouard smirked seeing the rage in Gibbs' eyes. He glanced at Tony then back at Gibbs. "He must be a good fuck. I heard the way you screamed when you came."

Clenching his jaw, Gibbs' hands balled into fists.

Letting his hand drift further down Tony's chest, Edouard stopped at the waist of Tony's pants. "Oh it would definitely be worth it." He laughed. "You hate when people touch what's yours."

Tony cringed at the man's hand on his body. Taking a deep breath, he told himself the plan was still in place. Still, there were a lot of things that could go wrong, to many what if scenarios.

Gibbs chuckled. "I'm sure Jeanne would be thrilled know you fucked the man she loved."

Edouard's eyes narrowed at the sound of his sister's names from his captives lips. Calmly, he walked to the cart and picked up a large mallet with sharp spikes on one side, similar to a meat tenderizer. Looking at it for a moment, Edouard then slammed it into Gibbs' stomach.

The air rushed out of Gibbs' lungs as the pain ripped through his gut, the spikes weren't meant to go deep only to pierce the skin far enough to bring the pain and blood. He gasped desperately trying to refill his lungs.

Swallowing the scream of condemnation, the fear gripped Tony's heart as he saw the jagged marks on Gibbs' stomach dripping blood. He felt his own stomach knot and the pain rip through his body.

Ignoring Gibbs, Edouard looked at Tony and smiled when he saw the pained expression on the Italians face. "I think it's time to let you really feel the pain." Grabbing the phone from the side of his hip, he hit a button. "Send in Doctor Parshikov."

Gibbs coughed as if recovering from the blow to his stomach and Tony looked over. They exchanged a glanced, then Tony was focused back on Edouard.

"You two have met Doctor Parshikov. He is the one you have to thank for the implant." Edouard smirked. "Although you probably don't remember him. Effects of the drugs I'm afraid."

The door behind Gibbs buzzed and then opened. An elderly man strolled in pushing a gurney and stopped beside Edouard. The gurney was covered with a white sheet, several syringes, medical instruments and a small electronic device laying a top it.

"You would like to do as we originally planned?" Parshikov asked with a thick Russian accent.

Edouard nodded.

Parshikov picked up the small device and pressed a button then slowly turned the knob on the device.

Gibbs' eyes slammed shut and he growled as an excruciating jolt of pain shot from behind his ear and up into his brain.

"Does that hurt?" Edouard snickered. "Adjusting the implant frequency is extremely unpleasant...when your awake."

After a few more stabs of pain, it started to subside, and Gibbs took a deep breath.

Parshikov pressed another button and Edouard looked over and smiled at Tony. A second later the pain ripped through Tony's head and he clenched his jaw, his fingers clutching at the arm of the chair. He could feel every small turn of the dial as the doctor adjusted the implant.

"It will just take a moment for the implant to link again." Parshikov smiled as he watched a small button on the device. The button turned green and Parshikov nodded.

Tony and Gibbs both felt the intense rush of emotions and thoughts flood into their minds as the connection between them formed again.

Gibbs felt the fear first. Tony's fear, not for himself but for Gibbs. Fear that the plan would fail and Tony would watch him die, see his lifeless body removed from the hook. Then the endless all consuming love. Love that had grown and solidified between them. Love that Tony no longer hid but shared openly and without concern of what others thought. Love that warmed Gibbs entire being, love that calmed him and took away the pain.

Anger was the first emotion that bombarded Tony's mind. Gibbs anger, hatred, loathing of Edouard. Emotions that told Tony if Gibbs had his way Edouard would die a slow excruciating death at his own hand, but that he'd happily settle for a quick death. Especially, if it ended the man's life instead of sending him to prison. Then the pain, pain that Gibbs was so good at hiding, that he was still trying to hid. Finally, the love, boundless love that wrapped around him like an invisible shield protecting him against anything Edouard might do.

"Let's see if it works?" Edouard again slammed the mallet into Gibbs' stomach, watching as Tony's body tensed, his head falling forward as the air left his lungs. A wide evil smile played across Edouard's face. "Turn it off."

Parshikov pressed another button.

Tony gasped for air, the pain suddenly gone. Picking his head up he looked at Edouard.

"I can't let you two have time to communicate through the pain." Edouard took a step towards Tony, mallet still in hand. "So after the initial pain, your implant will be turned off." Out of the corner of his eye, Tony saw Gibbs and Parshikov make eye contact. Gibbs shook his head at the doctor, then looked over at Tony.

Understanding, Tony smiled at Edouard. "I hated when the assignment with Jeanne ended...she was a damn good lay." Tony sighed breathlessly. "The things she would do and that mouth. She could suck the-" He felt the fist smash into his face, ending his sentence, surprised it wasn't the mallet. Then as the fist was about to strike again, Edouard growled and clutched at the side of his neck

Edouard turned around, Doctor Parshikov was holding an empty syringe, a syringe that had just been plunged into his neck and the contents now flooding his body. "What the-?" Edouard mumbled as he stumbled towards the doctor, his body starting to surrender to the liquid assailant. He stared at Parshikov. "Why?"

"I'm not Parshikov." The man smiled, the Russian accent now gone.

Dropping to his knee's Edouard watched as the face of Parshikov was slowly peeled away, revealing a soft feminine face. A face smiling with smug satisfaction. As the rest of his body crumbled to the floor, he dropped the mallet. His eyes struggled to remain open, to understand what the hell was going on. He'd planned everything perfectly, this couldn't be happening. Parshikov wouldn't betray him. The Russian wasn't in this for money, he only wanted to know his implant worked...so how. He watched as the woman rushed to the gurney, flipping up the sheet and pulling out bolt cutters. Quickly, she worked on returning Gibbs' feet to the floor, then cutting the chains from his wrists. She stayed by Gibbs side as he regain his footing, stumbling at first, but then finding his stability and brushing her off with a tip of his head towards Tony. She nodded and hurried towards the younger man.

Gibbs walked to the gurney and picked something up, then making sure Tony and Ziva were preoccupied, moved towards Edouard's limp body. Squatting down, he winced slightly, then leaned forward whispering in the man's ear as he placed the item next to the man's face. Edouard glanced at the item, then closed his eyes a moment. They fluttered open staring at Gibbs in disbelief. Standing, Gibbs glared back down at the man, then walked away. Laying there, face pressed against the concrete floor, Edouard's eye close and this time didn't reopen.

When Gibbs reached Tony, Ziva was working on cutting the chains around his ankles. He squatted down again, his hand cupping Tony's swelling cheek. "You okay?"

Tony nodded trying to hold back the tears, about to ask the same question of Gibbs.

"I'm good." Gibbs nodded.

Grabbing Gibbs' face with both hands, Tony pressed their lips together. It was gentle, needed assurance that everything was going to be okay. When the kiss slowly ended, Gibbs smiled at Tony then looked over at Ziva . "McGee?"

"With the other agents securing the rest of the building." Ziva glanced at Gibbs' stomach. "You need a doctor." She cut through the final chain and stood up. "Both of you."

"We'll get to that." Gibbs said as he waited, his body in the perfect position for what was about to happen. By the time Ziva and Tony heard the faint rustling of noise it was too late. Gibbs had grabbed the gun from Ziva's hip holster, turned and fired. All three watched as Edouard's head thumped against the concrete, a bullet hole in the center of his forehead trickling blood down his face, the exit wound quickly pooling blood around the man's head. The small gun in his hand slipped from his fingers, making a scratching noise as it slid against the floor.

Ziva looked at Gibbs as he continued to stare at the face of the dead man a few feet away. When he finally turned to look at her, his steel blue eyes were filled with relief, satisfaction and thankfulness. She merely nodded. There was no need to discuss what had happened. Why the drugs that Ziva mixed lasted only minutes when it should have lasted hours, or how an unmarked gun ended up on the gurney and in Edouard's hand.

Tony watched the exchange between his two friends, knowing without question what had taken place. No one would ever question what had happened. Ziva wasn't a chemist, she had misjudged mixing the drugs and the small unmarked gun had obviously been concealed somewhere on Edouard's body. He should have known Gibbs always had a plan B in place. Tony's only question was wondering how Gibbs had managed to keep it from him.

The door across from them buzzed and opened, Gibbs raised the gun, Ziva's back up already in her hand. A second later both guns fell as McGee and four other agents stepped inside. Glancing at the dead body, McGee then looked at his friends. "Everybody okay?"

All three nodded.

"Let's get the hell out of here." Tony sighed standing up and feeling his knees wobble slightly. Ziva and Gibbs both reached out for him. "I'm fine, just give me a minute."

"Ambulance is out front." McGee knew neither man would probably agree to go, but it was always worth a try.

"Ducky?" Gibbs asked.

"Out front as well." Ducky would have final say as to if either man needed medical attention besides what Ducky could offer, McGee knew the drill.

"You have the wound care instruction," The doctor said as he wrote in the file before him. "Just try and take it easy."

"Thanks." Gibbs pulled the extra shirt from his car over his head feeling the tension in his arms. Ducky had convinced him he needed to be checked out, make sure there was no internal bleeding. There wasn't and Gibbs wanted out.

There was a soft knock at the door, then McGee poked his head in, seeing Gibbs dressed, he stepped inside. Gibbs glanced at the file in McGee's hand.

"The information you wanted." McGee handed the file to his boss.

Gibbs skimmed through the file, then looked back at McGee. "Double checked?"

McGee nodded. "Triple checked. All the pertinent documents are in there, triple checked them as well."

"Good job." Gibbs stood up. "Tony?"

"In the waiting room waiting for you."

"Doc." Gibbs nodded shaking the man's hand, then the two agents headed out the door. Reaching the waiting room, Gibbs saw Tony sitting in a chair, eyes closed flanked on either side by the rest of the team.

Tony's eyes opened when he sensed the eyes on him. Standing up, his gaze fixed on Gibbs, watching as the man approached and stood directly in front of him.

"Let's go home." Gibbs touched Tony's hand.

"Yeah." Tony sighed.

"The rest of you." Gibbs glanced at each member of his team. "Go home, get some sleep. We'll deal with the rest in the morning." Without any further goodbye, Gibbs took Tony's hand and led him towards the elevator, the rest of the team watching them leave.

The ride home was spent in comfortable silence, Tony's head resting on the window, eyes closed. Gibbs knew he wasn't sleeping, only thinking, beating himself up over it all. Pulling into the drive, Tony moved as soon as the car stopped, climbing out of the car and methodically walking towards the door. Gibbs stayed a few steps behind, giving Tony the space he needed. When Tony was ready, he'd let Gibbs know. Stepping inside the house, Gibbs closed the door behind them, surprised when he turned around and Tony was standing right there.

Tenderly nudging the shirt up, Tony looked at the bandages on Gibbs' stomach, pushing the shirt further up and seeing the thin strips of tap over the knife cuts. He looked up into the blue eyes.

"It's fine." Gibbs sighed pushing the shirt down. His hand gently touched Tony's chin, turning the younger man's head to the side and looking at the deep reddish purple swollen cheek.

Tony jerked his head away. "It's nothing."

Pulling his hand back, Gibbs nodded. "Do I need to say it?"

"No." Walking away, Tony stopped a few feet from the fireplace, his back to Gibbs.

"Edouard was nuts, crazy and-"

"Yeah I get it." Tony groaned. "The guy was two cans short of a six pack but Jeanne-"

"Is dead...but it wasn't suicide."

Spinning around, Tony eyes widened.

"I had McGee check." Gibbs pulled the folded file out from his back pocket and tossed it on the coffee table. "She did try to commit suicide once, but she died in a car accident a little over a year ago."

"A car accident?"

Gibbs nodded. "Semi ran a red light, she died on impact."

Tony ran his hand down his face. "The suicide attempt?"

Taking a deep breath, Gibbs answered. "A couple months after she accused you of murder. Edouard find her. She spent some time in a rehab facility for drugs and alcohol, lots of therapy."

Taking the few steps, Tony dropped down on the couch. "Great so I was responsible for her suicide attempt, but not her death. That makes me feel better." His voice full of sarcasm.

"You have no proof you were responsible for any of it."

Tony laughed. "A few months after I tell her it was all fake, she tries to kill herself." He shook his head. "Just a coincidence, right?"

Taking a seat in the chair next to the couch, Gibbs sat back. "You loved her and you did what you thought was best for her at the time."

"Did I?" Tony let out a regretful sigh. "Or did I do what was easiest and best for me?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Little of both."

Tony glared over at the older man. "Thanks."

"Tony, you loved her, but weren't willing to walk away from your life to be with her." Gibbs paused. "If you were, you would have told her the truth and rode off into the sunset together."

Tony's gaze fell to the floor. "Part of me wanted to...wanted to leave it all and run away with her." He let out a long slow breath. "But I knew, I'd never be happy with her."

"Then you made the right decision for both of you." Gibbs watched Tony picking at his jeans. "Taking off with her, leaving her months later would have hurt her just as much, if not more."

"I know that." Jumping up, Tony started to pace. "I don't regret the decision I made. I regret the way I did it."

"Because maybe she wouldn't have taken it so hard if you had told her you loved her, but didn't want to be with her?"

"Maybe, none of this would have happened if I had actually told her the truth."

Gibbs shook his head. "Tony you know the what if game never gets you anywhere."

Tony stopped pacing, and went to his knees before Gibbs, staring intently into the steel blue eyes.

"The implants not on, you wanna know something ask, you need to say something, say it."

"I was scared to tell her the truth because I knew it would hurt her even more." There was a long paused. "That I loved her, but only because I couldn't have the person I really wanted. She was a second place prize that filled the void." Another pause. "And as much as I wanted her to be enough, she never could be." Tony struggled to hold back the tears. "Because I wanted it all, the grand prize, the man I loved and I wasn't willing to settle, even if I never got him."

Gibbs' hand caressed Tony's unbruised cheek and felt the soft lips kiss his palm.

Tony's voice cracked as he spoke. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost you today."

"You deserve the grand prize." Gibbs shook his head. "Not sure you're getting it with me."

"Jethro you are-"

Gibbs placed a finger against Tony's lips. "But I promise, every day, for the rest of our lives to make sure you know, I love you and that I'm the luckiest man alive to have you in my life."

Filled with emotion, Tony captured Gibbs' lips, forgetting the pain in his face, and climbing into Gibbs' lap without thought. It was only when he felt Gibbs' body tense slightly that he tore their lips apart. "Oh God, sorry" Tony cringed trying to slip off of Gibbs' lap only to have arms wrap around his waist and hold him firmly in place.

Gibbs shook his head. "You're not going anywhere."

Tony slipped his arms around Gibbs' neck. "I love you and no matter what you think. I have everything I want in you and you are an amazing man."

Rolling his eyes, Gibbs placed a kiss on Tony's forehead.

Playing with the fine hair on the back of Gibbs' neck, Tony sighed. "It's so weird not having you in my head."

"Yeah."

"I got use to it and I miss it."

Gibbs pulled Tony closer, his interlocked hands settling on the small of Tony's back. "We have some decisions to make about that."

Tony nodded.

"Leave it in but off. Or trust Parshikov to remove it."

"Or." Tony shrugged. "Leave it in and turn it back on."

"Tony."

"I know." Tony groaned. "We can't do that."

"No, we can't."

"You're probably thrilled to have me out of your head." Tony chuckled half heartedly.

"It's not that." Gibbs sighed. "We can't do our jobs, the nausea and headaches."

"Yeah." Tony nodded

"And the um, sex."

Tony eyebrows went up. "Hope that's not going to change because the implants gone."

Gibbs glared at Tony and smacked his butt.

"I get it." Tony laughed. "Although wild out of control Gibbs' sex is really hot."

"Don't worry." Gibbs wiggled his eyebrows. "Don't need a implant for that."

"Good." Tony smiled. "Now let me up so we can going to bed. You need to rest."

Gibbs nodded his hands releasing Tony. Standing Tony, took Gibbs' hand and silently led him up the stairs and to the bed room.

Watching Gibbs gingerly take off his clothes, Tony tried not to go back to the what if game. "Did they give you something for the pain?"

"Gave me a couple pills while I was there." Naked, Gibbs slipped under the covers.

"And of course you didn't want a prescription."

"No."

Climbing into bed, Tony shook his head. "Stubborn."

"Don't like pills." Gibbs rolled onto his side and looked at Tony. He nudged Tony's hip telling the younger man to roll over.

Turning onto his side, facing away from Gibbs, Tony felt the arm snake around his waist and the body snuggle gently against him.

"Are you sure you're comfortable?" Tony asked trying to keep any pressure from his body away from Gibbs' chest and stomach.

"I'm not that fragile." Gibbs balked.

"Right." Tony closed his eyes trying to settle and let sleep take him. He exhaled slowly when the warm lips brushed against the crook of his neck. Reaching back, Tony's hand touched Gibbs' face "Jethro."

"mm hum." Gibbs mumbled against Tony's neck, his fingers softly dancing across Tony's stomach.

"What are you doing?" Tony sighed, his body having an immediate physical response.

"Giving you what you want." Gibbs kissed up Tony's neck, his words whispering against Tony's ear. "What we both need."

Tony gently pressed his hips back, moaning when he felt Gibbs' hard cock rub against him.

"I don't need an implant to know exactly what you want." Gibbs' hand caressed down Tony's thigh.

"No you don't." Gibbs could read him better than anyone.

"You need the closeness."

The hand left Tony's hip and the bed shifted slightly. Hearing the familiar pop made him groan with anticipation. A moment later he whimpered as two fingers pushed inside scissoring against him. "Stop." Tony begged. "I want all of you, not your fingers. The fingers left him and the head of Gibbs' cock rubbed against his entrance.

Letting the head of his cock slip into Tony, he slowly inched his way inside then stopped, his arm embracing Tony's waist again. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Those were the last words spoken as they made love. Gibbs slowly, gently taking Tony, building the fire inside them both. Their bodies joined, the implant was unnecessary, both knowing without speaking a single word what the other desired. When Gibbs' hand engulfed Tony's cock they were both already on the verge. Gibbs' touch caused Tony to surrendered crying out as he fell into the abyss. A few moments later, as Tony's muscles clenched around his shaft, Gibbs followed.

It was Gibbs that came to his senses first dropping kisses on Tony's shoulder to bring the younger man back to him.

"Remove the implant." Tony sighed.

Gibbs brow furrow. "What?"

"We need to trust that the other doctors working with Parshikov can get it out." As much as Tony hated trusting the man that did this to them, it needed to be done.

"Okay."

"I still can't believe Ziva pulled that off." Ziva playing Parshikov was the part of the plan Tony had most reservations about. "Even with Parshikov cooperating after we apprehended him, she learned quick."

"Parshikov is a quiet guy. She didn't have to talk much, just be ready to turn the implant on and off."

"Why is Parshikov so willing to take the implant out?" That still wasn't clear to Tony.

"He knows it works. He figures if he can take it out, FBI or CIA will cut him a break, wanna work with him."

"Great, spooks with the ability to read each other's minds. That makes me feel safe."

Gibbs chuckled.

"Still the implant got us to this point."

"It did." Dropping a kiss below Tony's ear, Gibbs whispered. "But the connection was always there."

Tony turned in Gibbs' arms, looking into the steel blue eyes. "The implant just gave us a deeper connection."

"And now nothing will ever change that."

Epilogue 6 months later

Gibbs stepped out the back door and smiled. Tony had pulled his car into the back drive to wash it and was now rubbing the hood with a large sponge. Gibbs grinned as he saw the water hose laying a few feet away from his lover. Silently, he walked over and picked up the hose, he pulled the trigger and Tony jumped when the jet of water hit him square in the ass.

Tony turned around and scowled at Gibbs. "Oh you started it now."

Gibbs smirked. "Think I'm in a pretty good position since I have control of the hose."

Leaning down, Tony picked up the bucket of water next to him.

"Don't do it." Gibbs said eyebrow raised.

Taking a few steps forward, Tony stopped when Gibbs pointed the nozzle of the hose directly at his chest. "We both put them down."

Gibbs nodded.

Tony leaned down as if to put the bucket down, Gibbs letting the hose fall lose in his hand. That was when Tony thrust the bucket forward the water smacking Gibbs directly in the chest and running down the front of his pants.

Looking down at himself, Gibbs slowly let his gaze drift up and stare at Tony.

"Jethro." Tony was taking small steps towards Gibbs. "Please."

The nozzle was again pointed at Tony.

"Come on." Tony sighed thinking Gibbs was actually considering letting it go.

Then Gibbs grinned and fired. Tony was quick, grabbing Gibbs wrist and trying to gain control of the hose. The hose went off soaking Tony's shirt as they tumbled to the ground. Still struggling with the hose, the nozzle pointed up raining water down on both of them. Gibbs finally released the trigger, as he lay sprawled out on his back on the ground. Tony straddling his hips, his hands pressed firmly down on Gibbs' chest.

Gibbs ran his hand down his face wiping the water from his face and his wet hair from his forehead.

Tony smirked down at Gibbs watching the blue eyes dilate as he dragged the wet shirt off and tossed it aside.

Gibbs' eyes leered over Tony's bare chest.

Letting his hand nudge Gibbs' shirt up, Tony's lips descended to Gibbs' stomach licking roughly.

Clenching his jaw, Gibbs suppressed a moan. "Tony."

"What?" Tony said drawing back and licking his lips.

"We're in the back yard."

Tony looked around, then back at Gibbs. "There's a fence and no one is around."

"Still." Gibbs shook his head. "Not here."

Leaning forward, Tony brushed his lips against Gibbs, then sighed. "You know I might take your protest more seriously if your hard cock was rubbing against my ass."

Gibbs glared at the younger man.

"All it takes is me straddling you and your cock is hard."

Grabbing Tony's hips, Gibbs jerked Tony down against him eliciting a low moan from him. "When I don't get hard is when you need to start worrying."

"Never gonna happen." Tony laughed.

Gibbs rolled them over and stared down at Tony. His finger tracing a path down Tony's jaw line. "You're right." He shook his head. "You turn me on way to much for me not to have a reaction."

Chewing at his bottom lips, Tony's fingers unbuttoned Gibbs' jeans. "I just turn you on, that's it?" He gently squeezed Gibbs fabric covered cock.

Letting out a deep growl, Gibbs stared down at Tony. "I love you, that's what turns me on."

"Much better." Tony smirked slowly sliding the zipper down over Gibbs' cock.

"WHOA!"

Pushing Tony's hand away, Gibbs zipped up his jeans, but didn't move.

Tony groaned then looked over at the woman standing by the trunk of his car.

"Never took you for the exhibitions type Gibbs." Abby grinned. "Now Tony, I totally see that."

"Are you here for a reason?" Tony asked sounding annoyed.

She held up a photo album.

"The wedding pictures!" Tony shoved Gibbs off and jumped up.

Laying there on the ground, Gibbs shook his head and chuckled. Standing up, he joined Tony and Abby.

Tony sighed as he stared at the first picture, smiling as the arms circled his waist. The picture was them standing together, ring hands entwined as they gazed lovingly at each other.

"See so damn sexy." Gibbs whispered in Tony's ear.

Glancing back over his shoulder, Tony smiled. "You look pretty sexy yourself."

Abby grinned, overjoyed at the happiness the two men had found together. "You two are so cute!"

Gibbs rolled his eyes, coughing when the elbow jabbed him in the gut. Clearing his throat, Gibbs shook his head and mumbled. "I swear sometimes I think that you still have that implant."

"Believe me if I still had the implant you'd get more than an elbow to the stomach."