Undercover

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

            Tony grimaced as he awoke, his head throbbing painfully.  He reached up to touch his head, then frowned in confusion when his hands wouldn’t move like he wanted them to.  Blinking, he slowly came to the realization that there was cloth wrapped around his eyes and metal digging into his wrists.  He was handcuffed and blindfolded, then.  But how…

            The agent gasped as memories flooded back- the Chinese food thug, the cartel members who had suddenly flooded the house, diving for cover behind the couch, frantically calling Gibbs and shooting at the men, getting shot in the arm, seeing G dragged out from behind another chair with a gun to his temple, and the seeming leader of the men yelling at him in Spanish to surrender or he’d shoot G, kicking his weapon to the men, and standing with his hands up, until something had hit him in the head.

            “G,” he hissed, trying to bite back a gasp when pain flooded up from the bullet wound.  “G!”

            “Tony?” the other agent whispered. 

            “Yeah,” Tony muttered, sighing in relief.  G was alive, and the two of them were together.  The situation might not be completely hopeless then.

            “You okay? You were out for a while,”  G asked.  Tony heard shuffling noises and realized that the other man was moving closer to him.

            “Got hit pretty hard in the head,” the former detective admitted.  “You?”

            “Same, but no concussion as far as I can tell, and I wasn’t out anywhere near as long as you were.  You think you have a concussion?”

            “Maybe.  Nauseous, but not really dizzy and I don’t think I’m slurring,”  Tony said, lifting and lowering his eyebrows and rolling his eyes in an attempt to dislodge the blindfold slightly.

            “Well, the nausea might be due to the fact that we’re in a cramped, foul smelling moving vehicle,” G said, his voice suddenly right next to him.

            Tony frowned, listening for a second.  He could hear the clanks of whatever they were traveling in, and feel the floor on the vehicle swaying slightly.  How had he not already figured out that they were in a car or something?

            “Tony? Tony!” A hand was running along his arm, then stopping to grip his shoulder.  “Answer me!”

            “Huh?” the SFA asked eloquently.

            G breathed a sigh of relief.  “You went silent for like ten minutes.  I thought you’d passed out again.”

            “DiNozzos don’t pass out,” Tony groaned as the car jerked and bumped, jostling his wounded arm, which was not the one G had grabbed, thankfully.

            Chuckling slightly, G said “Sure you don’t.  Just don’t do it now, cause I would not want to watch you slip into a coma when I can’t do anything.  Or rather not watch you do it, since I can’t see, but just stay conscious, okay?”

            “’Kay,”  Tony muttered.  “Wonder how the cartel found us, if this is them.”

            “I think it is, since they all speak Spanish and I think I saw some drugs.”

            “How’d you see anything?  And didn’t you wake up here?  How long was I out?”  Tony asked, his sluggish brain slowly seeming to reboot.