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Title: Please
By: nancy
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: AO
Series: 1) The Ring, 2) Respite, 3) Death Match, 4) Whore, 5) Broken, 6) Vows
Warnings: DARKFIC!!! rape, violence, brutality
Summary: Tony vanishes and Gibbs tracks him into the violence of a human slavery ring. Jethro says please.

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Jethro was surprised that the guards actually did bring him to see the man in charge when he'd demanded it. Instead of the viewing box, though, they showed him into an office down one of the many halls. It was a simple office, but filled with luxurious items. No surprise there. The man had to be filthy rich in every sense of the phrase, getting there off the blood and death of others.

There were too many guns in the room at too great a distance for Jethro to do what he really wanted to do. The guards kept carefully out of reach and all weapons were aimed right at Jethro. Clearly, the man in charge knew exactly who he was and what he was capable of.

Sitting behind the desk was the one he'd come to talk to, looking at Jethro with a bored expression. "What can I do for you, Gibbs?"

"Feed Tony properly. Give him what you give the fighters," Jethro stated flatly.

The man laughed shortly and with nothing of humor before questioning, "And why would I do that? I could care less about DiNozzo."

"But you know I do. That's why he's in the box with you whenever I have a match," Jethro countered. "And if he dies, I have no reason to fight. And without me fighting, well, you lose customers."

Leaning back in his chair, the man half-smiled and observed, "Think you've got leverage, do you?"

"I do."

"Well, you don't. Once you die in the ring, there'll be another to take your place. There always is."

Jethro had anticipated that. "Fine. Then I won't kill anyone you send to get me in exchange for Tony being fed properly."

That seemed to intrigue the man, who leaned forward again. "Oh?"

Nodding, Jethro informed him, "Any guard who sets foot in my cell, I will kill. And if there's more than one, I'll take down as many as I can."

"I care about as much for my guards, as I do DiNozzo," the man retorted.

Jethro shrugged and said, "Maybe so, but after a while, they're going to stop wanting to step into my cell."

"I could just kill you both right now and save myself the trouble."

"You could, but you won't."

"And why not?"

"Because we're a feather in your cap. You've got two federal agents under your thumb and I'm sure you've let that fact known."

The man seemed to consider his words, silent for a few moments before telling him, "Very well. I'll feed Tony what the fighters get in exchange for one thing."

Wary, not having expected such an easy capitulation, Jethro prompted, "Not just what, but as often as we get fed."

Sir made an impatient gesture. "Yes, quantity and quality. Agreed."

"What do you want?"

The man smiled at Jethro, something cold and yet hungry at once. "Say please."

It felt like a slap to the face. Jethro drew back, startled and stiffening in an instinctual refusal. His jaw clamped shut on the words, "Fuck you," and, "Never." Taking a breath, he managed to say, "Please."

"Say pretty please."

Heat flushed over Jethro's face, humiliation and impotent rage flooding through him. He forced out, "Pretty please."

"Now, come on Gibbs, you can do better than that."

Even though he knew the other man was enjoying it, Jethro had to comply or risk losing the deal. "Pretty please, feed Tony the same that the fighters get and as often."

The full-out smile that surfaced made the man disturbingly handsome, as if he were simply some yuppie in an office somewhere. "Granted. See? All you had to do was ask nicely. I can be reasonable."

Jethro again bit back the words straining to get out.

"What, no thank you?" the man questioned archly.

Smiling thinly, Jethro replied, "You didn't require it for the bargain."

There was something like respect in the other man's eyes as he laughed briefly. "I'll have to remember that next time."

Jethro hoped like hell there wasn't a next time and followed the guards out of the office.

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Next story in series: Liberation.