Yay, I tralled through backed up files and found this I know its small but enjoy

Well, let's get on with this little story teehee!

Chapter 15

Tony watched the two men in the room wearily though the silence that had resounded now that he'd been awakened. At the back of his mind a voice was telling him that these were his friends and he knew that, he did, but the most recent images of them made him cautious. It was either; they were figments of his imagination and they'd been cut up into little tiny puzzle pieces, or that they had cut into his back to get something out and he didn't like either scenario. Not one bit. His mind was a mess of images running together making a distorted collage of pain, blood and violence. And the more he thought about it the more drums decided to play in his head, he rubbed his forehead in order to try and rid himself of the coming headache.

Someone moved and he tensed as straight as a rod and closed his eyes. When nothing more happened than the shuffling of feet; he slowly looked around the room, only to find that Ducky had gone and that Gibbs was standing there just looking at him.

"You need to talk to us, Tony." The tone was calm as Gibbs spoke but Tony knew there was something more in it than that.

Tony looked away, crimson pools of blood seemed to appear before Gibbs when he looked back and he couldn't decided what was real. Tony jumped about a foot when he felt hands on his shoulders; gripping him firmly.

"It's. Not. Real." If Tony had been working on all cylinders he would know that Gibbs was almost at the end of his tether.

The uncertainty in the younger man's eyes almost tore Gibbs apart, it wasn't unusual to be confused about what was real and what wasn't when you'd been capture for a long period of time, and three months was anything but short. But, Gibbs had hoped that he would at least be talking or even eating by now.

But uncertainty wasn't the only thing there and Gibbs knew the reason for the betrayal.

"There was no other way, Tony; we needed to get you out." Gibbs almost cursed when he heard the desperation in his own voice, but the curse ready on his lips, stopped as he looked at his agent eyes again, they looked confused, as if Tony knew that tone wasn't normal in Gibbs and Gibbs almost smiled in spite of the situation.

Hearing the words from Gibbs' mouth made him recoil back from his boss, and made his back burn something fierce as he realized they had hurt him. But the desperate tone the admission had held wasn't normal and he knew it, he really did but he still couldn't speak. He knew if there had been any other way, they would have tried it but everything was still muddled in his brain and he didn't know what to think.

Images of Gibbs always having his back rushed his mind, he grabbed his head as if in pain as some things started making a little more sense than they had. He stared up at his boss but Gibbs was moving away and suddenly he got the feeling that he didn't want him to leave, which left him no option other than to shout the agent back. But talking forfeited their lives and he couldn't do that. But he felt his mouth start to speak without his permission.

"Wait." His voice was rough with disuse and barely audible.

Gibbs froze, wondering if he was just imagining things, or maybe he had only heard what he had wanted to hear and turned to look at Tony. The younger man looked on the verge of panic so he figured that he had spoken.

Then it clicked, Eve had obviously told him not to speak and threatened him with something horrible if he did. He wanted to head slap himself for not seeing it earlier and not having told Tony that he didn't have anything to fear now. Gibbs moved closer to his shaking agent, placed him arm around his shoulders and was surprised when Tony only tensed and not flinched away completely; spoke quietly so he wouldn't startle him.

"She can't hurt you anymore, you can talk to me Tony." Gibbs' voice was firm and Tony wanted to believe him, he did, but it wasn't his life he worried about and he needed Gibbs to know that.

But Tony tensed harder and for a moment Gibbs thought he had said the wrong thing, then Tony if possible, sounded more desperate than his plea for the older agent to stay.

"…but she threatened to kill the team." However, also in the tone was one that said Tony didn't care if his life was forfeit as long as everyone else was safe.

And Gibbs didn't know what to say to that, he wanted to tell the agent that his life was worth something to, but that had always been an issue he'd fought with the younger man over anyway, it just didn't help to hear it right now when they had only just gotten him back.

"She can't hurt anyone, Tony, she's safely locked up." He decided on something he hoped would allow Tony to relax a little more.

"How can you be sure?" The doubt in Tony's face was almost Gibbs' undoing, but he made sure his face stayed neutral, it wasn't Tony's fault after everything he'd been through.

He wanted to say that he'd put her there himself but he didn't want to lie to Tony, not now when he'd just got him talking, "I made sure she was there last night." And he had, and of course he'd had a few choice words to say to her but Tony didn't need to know that yet.

The younger man stared at him for a long time, Gibbs knew what he was doing; he was searching for the truth in his expression, as if he didn't trust the words. Obviously finding what he needed for the moment, Tony's eyelids started to droop but he snapped them open again in fear. Nothing good had come from sleeping before…