Hi everyone. I know, something new again, but an idea struck me and I just couldn't stop writing and planning.

So, please give it a try.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.

Prologue

Tony ran as fast as he could through the narrow corridor, trying to move steadily on the swaying ground. He tried to put some distance between him and his pursuers, but in the end, it wouldn't matter how much distance he had to them. He was caught with no chance of an escape.

Tony was on a small freighter somewhere in the Pacific. He was undercover as one of the sailors, but somehow his cover had been blown. He had no idea how, though. He had been very careful, hadn't tried to draw any attention on him. Somebody must have betrayed him. But this wasn't his only worry at the time.

The freighter was caught up in the middle of a heavy storm and before he was chased through the ship, he heard rumors that there was a leak somewhere and that water was flooding slowly but steadily into the ship. It wouldn't take long and the freighter will sink down to the bottom of the ocean. Tony didn't know why, but those men wanted to capture him rather than try to get of this damn ship as soon as possible. In Tony's mind, they were crazy. Crazy and stupid, because he couldn't escape, couldn't get off the ship and they didn't need to pursue him. He'd be dead soon, anyway. The only chance he had was to reach one of the lifeboats before them. But it was just a slim chance.

He looked over his shoulder to see how much distance was between him and the men, as he rounded a corner and crashed into something hard. Tony could barely keep himself standing on his feet, while he stumbled a little backwards and looked up to see into what he had run. The only thing he saw was a fist and he reacted to slow to dodge it. This time he went down by this surprising attack.

The seaman who knocked him down, grabbed him on his collar and crossed Tony's arms in a painful position. It didn't take long before the others arrived at the scene."What are we doing with him?"

The captain thought briefly about it, as the ship swayed suddenly hard to the left and everyone was pressed against the wall. "We don't have time for that. We have to get off the ship. Chain him. The water masses will kill him slowly and painfully!"

Tony started to panic. There was no way he'll die drowning! "What?! You can't do this!"

"Oh, I can and I will. Bruno, take him down to the hold and take of the fact that he won't be able to flee."

"You're making a mistake!" shouted Tony to him as he was dragged to the hold. He tried the whole way to change the mind of this huge man of a sailor, tried to get out of the grip of Bruno, but he had no chance. He was unarmed, without backup and in no way a threat to anyone right now.

The whole time Bruno stayed silent and when they reached the room, he tied a rope around Tony, so that he was bound to a metal column. "Come on, man! You can't just leave me here!"

"This is what happens to traitors. They're eradicated."

"But maybe I have some information that could be of use for you." tried Tony to lure him.

A short glimmer of hope charged through Tony when Bruno paused his movement thoughtfully. But it vanished as quickly as it came when the giant man made his way out of the hold without releasing Tony.

"Hey!" yelled Tony after him, but he was ignored. An immense bang roared through the ship and it tipped strongly to the right. Tony closed his eyes and tried to find a solution for his current problem. It couldn't end like this, could it? Tied to a column, drowning to the bottom of the Pacific? Did he really live through the plague to just die such a banal way? All alone by himself?

Suddenly he remembered his small knife he had fastened on his right leg. Because the giant tied him rather securely to the column, he couldn't move his upper body. He raised his right leg and tried to reach the knife, but he couldn't. Only a few inches were missing. He tried to lift his leg higher and cursed himself that he hadn't taken care of his fitness lately. He feared that his leg will spasm soon as he finally got a hold of the knife.

"Ha!" cheered Tony about his success. It was a small knife but it was at least something. It represented hope. Hope that he may once again have a chance to get off that ship alive. He began to saw through the rope.

An ear-deafening noise came from one of the corners behind Tony, but he didn't try to turn around and look what happened. He continued sawing the rope. Every second counted, because every second he didn't saw, was one second closer to his death. The crew was without a doubt already in the lifeboats and he just hoped that they hadn't used all of them.

By now he sawed through the first part of the rope, but there still remained too much of the rope. He briefly looked around the room as he continued to free himself and he faltered with his work as he heard a noise that was anything but reassuring. He heard water. There was water flooding into the room. It came from the same corner from where the metallic noise had come from. Now he really needed to hurry up!

When he was halfway through the rope, the water already reached his ankles. He concentrated himself fully on his task and sawed as fast as he could, because he hadn't a lot of time anymore. The water level rose quickly. Another metallic sound chimed and he prayed to god that it hadn't been another leak, otherwise he wouldn't make it off the ship alive and will be forever buried on the seabed, the ship being his iron coffin.

After another seven minutes, the rope was sawed through enough that Tony could slip out of his cage at the column. Meanwhile the water reached his thighs. He didn't wait long until he waded through the water towards the door. The corridor looked the same as the hold. Everywhere was water and it rose steadily.

Tony struggled from corridor to corridor. He exhaled relieved when he reached the last corridor that will lead him directly to the deck, but his anticipation was soon gone when he rounded the last corner and noticed the closed door. He stopped and tried to open it, but it didn't move one bit.

He considered briefly whether he should stay and try to open the door, or if he should try his luck at the other door, two corridors down. Without putting much more thought into it, he hurried down the corridor towards the other one. What he did forget however, was that he had to go down a floor. It wasn't a long corridor he had to pass through until he would go up again, but when he stood in front of the stairs, he saw that the level below was already under water.

Determined to fight to the end, he inhaled deeply and dived into the cold water. He could hardly see anything and because his lungs weren't the best anymore, they soon started to burn. They thirsted for oxygen. Oxygen, he couldn't get at the moment. As fast as he could, he tried to reach the stairs that'll lead him up again. He wanted out of the dark, cold water that threatened to devour him.

Finally he reached the stairs and he plunged out of the water, breathing in as much air as he could. His body trembled from the cold water, but he ignored it and ran to the door. He couldn't do anything against the coldness, he had to just live with it at the moment. He was in the middle of nowhere and his fight for his life was technically pointless. He hadn't a way off the ship and he didn't know any island that was close to his position that he could reach swimming. But still, his survival instincts pushed him further.

When he saw the door he could have broken out in tears of joy. It was open! Water flowed unhindered into the ship, but it wasn't too much right now. But that will surely change soon.

Tony ran to the deck. Nobody could be seen and because of the bad water, he couldn't see if the crew made it successfully off of the freighter. He ran to the right side of the ship, where he knew the lifeboats were stored, but as he arrived there, he went into a full panic mode. All boats were gone!

Again, there was a loud, metallic noise and when he turned around he was hit from something big and hard into his side and was catapulted off the ship into the ocean. The last thing he remembered were the huge water masses that devoured him.

Should I continue with this story?