Set after Aliyah. There might be spoilers for the episode, just make sure you watch it before you read this. Everyone is probably going to be OOC (out of character) but especially on Tony's behalf. This story is so out of left field, that it's insane! But it's gonna be good! J
Actually, I think I'm going to change the episode up a bit. Eli David came to the US to question Tony, and to take Rivkin's body back to Israel. Ducky still hasn't completed the autopsy, and everyone is greeting Eli.
BTW this story will be kind of dark, really dark, with harsh themes and mentions of murder and abuse and an EXTREMLY dark side of Tony. You've been warned :)
Double Agent Said What?!
Anthony DiNozzo Junior watched silently as Eli David exited the elevator surrounded by Kidon guards. He stood stock still as he watched everyone greet him. The way Vance smiled warmly, the way Gibbs glared harshly and the way Ziva went up and hugged her father. It made him sick to see such a touching moment. It took most of his self-control to not get this over with right then and there, but he had to wait for his orders.
The sharp trill of Tony's phone broke the quiet camaraderie and Tony frowned at the tone. It had just managed to increase his headache tenfold. "DiNozzo." Tony answered his phone tiredly. Let's just say that it had been a long couple of days, months, years, life, whatever. Long story short, he was tired of playing games and he wanted to end this. Now.
"It's time." The voice over the phone said.
"Finally." Tony sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "All of it?"
"All of it. And make sure no one can repeat what's said."
"Understood." Tony smiled, hanging up the phone and throwing it at the wall as hard as he could.
Everyone turned to gape at Tony as they watched him start jumping up and down on his phone after he had thrown it at the wall. "I think all of you need to join me down in Autopsy." Tony smiled sickly before striding away and practically sprinting down the stairs.
Before heading to Autopsy, Tony stopped by Abby's lab. "Hey Abs, Gibbs wants you down in Autopsy." Tony called.
"Why would he want me down there?" She asked curiously, following him into the elevator.
"How should I know? You think he answers my questions when I ask him things?" Tony answered lightly, even though on the inside his blood was boiling.
"Yeah, that's true." Abby laughed, stepping off the elevator. "Hey Ducky!" She called happily, bounding through the sliding glass doors.
"Well hello my dear Abigail." Ducky greeted, pushing Rivkin's body into the freezer compartment.
"Hey wait a minute, where's Gibbs?" Abby asked finally stopping her bouncing. She stared at Tony curiously as he removed the sling from his arm and started flexing it.
"He'll be here any second." Tony said smiling as he heard the elevator ding.
"What's wrong with you DiNozzo?" Gibbs demanded, striding into Autopsy with Ziva, McGee, Vance and lastly Eli and his entourage following closely behind.
"Many things." Tony smirked, quickly stepping behind them and locking the doors before lunging at the closest Kidon agent. Before anyone could react, he had dropped to the ground and Tony was already attacking the next one. In under a minute, Tony had dropped all of Eli's guards and had him in a headlock with his gun pressing into his temple.
"What the hell DiNozzo?!" Gibbs yelled, while everyone was too shocked to even breathe.
"Weapons on the ground, all of you." Tony ordered, cocking the gun. At the blank stares he received, Tony grew agitated and yelled the order again.
Finally something seemed to click and four guns were laid carefully on the floor. "I mean all weapons." Tony sneered. Three knives soon accompanied the guns on the floor and Tony just smirked. "You better lay it all out, or else Eli's brains are going to end up scattered all over the pretty, white walls." Tony smiled, stroking the gun against his head. "And wouldn't that be a tragic thing for our little Ziver to see. She might not even be able to recover from it." Tony smiled, his smile quickly turning savage.
Three more knives were dropped to the floor. "That's better. Now if you would please kick all weapons towards Ducky's desk." Once the deed was done, Tony smiled and pushed Eli towards Ziva, his smile growing as Eli tripped, fell and hit his head.
"What is the meaning of this Agent DiNozzo?!" Vance demanded as Ziva helped her father up.
"Just following orders Director." Tony smirked, collecting all the weapons and putting them in a garbage can and set it on the desk. "Ducky, Palmer, would you mind putting those guys in the freezer? I really don't want to have to smell that for long periods of time, makes me nauseous." He said picking one of Ziva's knives out of the can and twirling it around his fingers as he lounged in Ducky's swivel chair.
"Who's orders?!" Gibbs growled.
"Why my boss' orders of course!" Tony smiled brightly, but his eyes lacked their usual spark. Instead they were filled with anger, hatred and a madness that could be felt radiating off of him.
"Tony, Gibbs is our boss." Tim said slowly, not liking where this was going at all.
"Did you know that the average person can only stay undercover for about two years before he starts slipping up?" Tony asked instead of answering.
"Mossad agents can last for four years." Eli stated proudly, still leaning heavily on Ziva.
"I've lasted more than six years. Probably could have gone longer to, but this game is finally coming to its end." Tony stopped twirling the knife and stabbed in into Ducky's desk, the blade going in so far the hilt almost touched the desk. "I thought I told you to pick up those bodies!" Tony yelled, standing and grabbing a gun, stalking menacingly towards Ducky.
Ziva quickly moved in front of Tony and tried to knock the gun out of his hands. Tony smiled as Ziva came after him and he quickly hit three different pressure points and laughed as she collapsed. "Whoops." He laughed again, kicking her towards Gibbs. "Guess she can't quite take me down like she thought."
"Tony, what are you doing?" Gibbs asked quietly, his voice barely cracking.
"Hold that thought Gibbs." Tony said waving his gun at him but still glaring at Ducky. "Now are you going to put those bodies where they belong, or am I going to have to show you how much pain Gerald was in when Ari shot him?" Tony demanded quietly in a voice that had Gibbs slightly scared.
Palmer finally stepped up and dragged the bodies over to the freezer and put them in without making a sound. "Why thank you Jimmy, how thoughtful of you." Tony said brightly, going back to his chair and playing with another knife.
Suddenly Ziva gasped and sat upright, backing away from Tony. "What did you do to me?" She demanded, her voice shaking ever-so-slightly.
"Just hit a few pressure points, nothing to cause any serious damage." Tony smiled and winked at her.
"Tony, what's going on?" Gibbs asked again, slightly more firmly than last time.
"I told you, this fun little game is coming to an end." Tony answered simply. "Michael Rivkin, Mossad special agent, specifically apart of the Kidon branch. Sent to the United States under direct orders of Eli David to take down a terrorist cell. Accused of murdering a security guard that had been assigned to the Secretary of the Navy. He didn't do it."
"Then who did?" Tim asked, his skin pale and his eyes glancing around worriedly.
"You're looking at him." Tony answered spinning in the chair. "I planted the bugs in Sec Nav's house and car, his body guard caught me and I had to kill him to make sure he didn't squeal. I framed Rivkin to make sure he was put on NCIS's radar."
"How could you just kill someone?" Abby sobbed, finally coming out of her shock.
"It's pretty easy, there's thousands of ways to do it." Tony said shrugging innocently. "Anyway, Rivkin found out I was framing him and I hacked into Ziva's email and set it up so that he would be staying at her apartment. It was all fairly easy from that point on. Beat the shit out of him to get the answers I wanted, and killed him when I was done."
"You murdered Michael in cold blood?" Ziva asked, completely shaken.
"Well if you hadn't come home, he probably would have lived. You're the one who killed him Ziva, not me." Tony smiled.
"Tony, what are you talking about?" Tim asked, his voice shaking.
"While I was 'questioning' Rivkin, my orders were to bring him in alive after I was done. And I had every intention of doing so, but then Ziva made a call to Hadar and if I didn't kill him then, he would have spilled everything. So when Ziva pulled up, I injected Rivkin with a drug that brought his alcohol level up twice of what it was, gave myself some injuries and waited to shoot him until I heard Ziva in the hallway. I wanted you to hear the shoots that killed him, and to know that if you had been a few seconds faster, he would have lived." Tony smiled a sickening smile.
Ziva started shaking at Tony's words and backed away even farther.
"Why would you inject him with something?" Abby asked, the scientist in her overriding her fear drive.
"Because I knew that none of you would believe that I could kill a Kidon agent. Now can I? Absolutely. Doesn't take much effort really. But the person that I've let you 'get to know' would never be able to do something like that. You just have got to think of these things." Tony said tapping his temple as he twirled in his chair.
"It was even easy blowing up the apartment. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm the best at what I do." Tony said with a winning smile. "I can kill someone and leave no trace easily, but there was just too many variables when Ziva showed up earlier than planned. So I set it to blow and framed Hadar for it. Pretty simple really."
Gibbs frowned at Tony's words and started walking towards him.
"Don't Gibbs." Tony said pointing his own gun at him.
"You wouldn't shoot me Tony." Gibbs said firmly, still walking forward slowly.
Tony turned the gun just barely to Gibbs' right and fired. Gibbs stifled a gasp as he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his arm. Tony had just shot him –it was just a graze– but still, he had shot him.
"You want to tempt fate again Gibbs?" Tony asked standing and leveling the gun at Gibbs' chest.
"How could you shoot him?" Abby suddenly sobbed, lunging at Tony before anyone could stop her.
Right as she reached him, Tony pulled a knife out of nowhere and flipped her around and started pressing into her flesh without hesitation. Abby instantly stilled as a small drop of blood slid down her neck from the cut Tony had made.
"Ooh, look at how pretty your blood looks dripping down your pale skin." Tony purred, adding just a little bit more pressure. "You want to watch your precious Abby bleed out in front of you Gibbs?" Tony asked happily. "Because I know I've certainly wanted to see it." Tony laughed before hitting her on the side of the head with the hilt of the knife and threw her at Gibbs.
Gibbs caught her limp body easily and quickly pulled her away from Tony. "Why are you doing this?" Gibbs asked quietly, lowering himself to the ground.
"Because I was ordered to. And I follow my orders to the tee." Tony said looking over the group with a harsh and critical eye.
"You think you're all so great. That nothing can get past you and that you know everything. Well you don't." Tony sneered, throwing the knife he had been cutting Abby with at Ziva. She instantly tensed as the knife just barely nicked her ear and stuck firmly in the wall behind her. "You wanna teach me how to throw a knife, Zee-vah?"
"So you're turning on us, because you were ordered to? Where's the DiNozzo that I trusted with my life?" Gibbs demanded, standing and leaving Abby in Tim's care.
"That's just it Gibbs, he isn't real." Tony smiled waving his arms around for more affect. "The man you thought you knew never even existed. It was so easy to fool all of you." Tony laughed, his laugh coming out more like a bitter chuckle. "I just snuck right in under the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs' nose. You all bought it so quickly it was kind of sad really."
"What are you talking about?" Gibbs asked.
"I'm talking about me. My personality, looks, everything." Tony smiled, standing and stalking towards Gibbs. "It was so easy to make all of you believe that I was just a stupid, frat boy jock who became a cop and somehow got lucky and landed a job as a federal agent. You Timmy boy were too busy rubbing your MIT status in my face to look any deeper. And you Ziva, you were always raving on and on about being Mossad, and how you were so much better than us. Well you might have been better than them, but not me." Tony growled, stepping towards her now.
"I have always been better than you." Tony smiled cruelly. "My ego's just never been so big that I couldn't see around it. So how does it feel to be tricked Gibbs? You've all been duped, played, screwed, bamboozled, and downright lied to. Everything you thought you knew is being questioned. Every decision you've ever made is being hyper-analyzed; and you're wondering what other mistakes you've made."
The team just stared at him. If everything he said was true, then that's exactly what they were doing. And when they really started thinking about it, they started getting scared. Well, not scared. Uncomfortable, that's a better word for it.
"Now the really fun times were when I pretended to be drunk and stumbled down Gibbs' stairs. How I would sit there and pour my heart out to you and tell you about my insecurities and how much it hurt when my dad neglected me and my mom was never around. Well, that last part is true, but the reality is a lot worse. My dad –now he was something– was a true blue sadist. Like father like son I guess." Tony said with a nonchalant shrug.
"But Tony, we've met your dad and he's a really great guy." Tim said.
"That wasn't my real dad." Tony laughed.
"Then who was it?" Abby asked curiously, finally having some of the fog in her mind clear.
"He's my handler. The reason I never knew when my 'dad' was coming by for a visit, was because he had to make surprise visits and poke around to ensure my cover was intact. Simple plan really."
"Then where's your real dad?" Vance asked skeptically.
"Somewhere in the bottom of the Atlantic. My real dad beat me worse than you would a punching bag and sold me around as a whore. At least until I turned seventeen and grew enough of a backbone to slaughter him like the pig he was." Tony said with a cruel smile.
Everyone was shocked into silence one again and Tony started laughing a bitter laugh.
"What's the matter? Didn't think I had it in me did you? Ah, it's okay. Yesterday morning you didn't even think I was capable of beating someone in a fight. Let alone kill them. But orders are orders."
"And just whose orders are you following exactly?" Vance asked skeptically.
"Wouldn't you like to know Leon." Tony sneered.
"Yes as a matter of fact I would." Vance answered calmly.
"Sorry, but he would rather I didn't tell you. You see, Dante is a very powerful man with very large connections. He's amazing." Tony said with a wistful look in his eyes. "But I digress."
"You do realize that you just told us his name correct?" Ziva asked with a smirk.
"And you do realize that Dante is just a nickname, and I only tell you what I want you to know correct?" Tony asked with a big smirk. "You also know that Dante means lasting and enduring, because he's never going to go away."
"How can you do this to us Anthony?" Ducky asked quietly.
"Easy. I love what I do, and I hate all of you! Hey, that rhymed!" Tony exclaimed laughing. "But seriously, I do. I've been playing this game for years now and I finally get to end it. I can't wait to get back to my real calling and do what I do best. You know, I've been fantasizing about how I was going to kill all of you for years now. Finding your biggest fears and then making them a reality."
"You wouldn't dare." Eli spat hatefully.
"Oh wouldn't I?" Tony sneered pointing a gun at him. "I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do, Director."
Suddenly Ducky's office phone rang and Tony smiled as he was the caller ID. "Hey Boss, you're on speaker!" Tony called, his smile widening.
"Hello everyone, so glad you've gotten the opportunity to meet my right hand man. You really had no idea what you had going for you with this one Gibbs. He's the best I have and I can't wait to see what he does with all of you. Tony, make sure you video the whole thing and take lots of pictures of their remains." A computer generated voice said.
"Are you giving me free reign?" Tony asked happily with a twinge of hope in his voice.
"Do whatever you want to do to them, you've earned it. Ciao Tony." The voice said before the line went dead.
"Ooh, free reign from the real boss man. I can't wait!" Tony said happily doing a fist pump. "Who wants to be first?" Tony asked looking around the room.
Tim frowned and looked around quickly, his eyes landing on a scalpel nearby.
"Oh no you don't Timmy." Tony said stepping towards him and putting an arm around his throat before quickly pulling him away from the group. "Don't try anything heroic, I want to take my time killing you." He whispered as he discreetly pulled a syringe out of his pocket and stuck it in his neck.
Tim gasped as he felt the needle go in and within a few seconds, he was unconscious. "And down goes McGee!" Tony yelled dropping Tim to the floor. "Now, who's next?"
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