Old Rivalries
BY: xx1LionsflamE7xx
Hey guys! This is my first ever Fanfic! Isn't it exciting! Anyway hope you like it and please excuse it If you don't like it. Please review it and let me know how to make my writing better! THANKS! Now to business…
CHAPTER 1:
The elevator dinged and slid open, and a very upbeat DiNozzo, swaggered to his desk.
"Morning Zee-vah! Probie! Where's boss?" asked Tony.
Then he felt it, the famous head slap to the back of his head, "You're late." said the gruff voice.
"Ah. That's the question though… if we don't have a case, am I truly late?" Tony smirked.
Gibbs stopped and turned around, and stared straight into Tony's eyes. Tony gulped, "Yes boss! Sorry boss!" he yelped and sat down. Ziva smirked and he glared back at her.
"Say boss? Do we have a case today?" McGee asked.
"Not yet. But we will." Gibbs replied.
Ziva shook her head, "Really Gibbs? We haven't heard anything about it."
"Oh Zee-vah! When will you learn? We always have case, the world is broken and is set on destroying the people who caused it." Tony spoke up.
Gibbs looked at him, "Wow DiNozzo, did you write that yourself? Or take it from another movie?" Gibbs smirked.
Tony glared, as Ziva laughed. They all continued to work in a comfortable silence, until Gibbs ringing phone cut through the silence.
"Gibbs… got it." Gibbs answered then turned to the team, "Gear up, dead marine near here. Some kind of park, about a mile off."
They nodded, and geared up, and left while Gibbs caught the end of Ziva's conversation, "… How did he know?"
"Poor Ziva. Give it a while, you'll get use to it." Tony replied. Gibbs smirked as they left.
AT THE CRIME SCENE
They huddled around the body of the dead marine, who seemed to have been nailed to a tree.
Tony wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Ew. What sick monster would do this? This is so wrong!"
Ziva nodded, "Looks like the standard Jewish crucifixion, minus the cross."
McGee turned green, "Still disgusting."
"Done staring?" a voice asked behind them. They all jumped, and turned around to see Gibbs. Well… quit standing around and get to work!" Gibbs barked.
They all scattered, Tony took out his camera and surveyed the area taking pictures. Ziva scouted around the tree and found scuff marks. Then tire tracks. Tony took the pictures and then gave them to McGee he then started searching further out, he could see marks along the trees.
"Report!" Gibbs's order rang out.
" We have scuff marks the… I'm guessing fit a size ten shoe. We'll know more when Abby takes a look, and also we found tire tracks. Abby will look at those as well, too."
"Anything else?" Gibbs continued
"Yeah, a little farther back, it looks like signs of a struggle. Looks like he was dragged."
They finished, and then Ducky arrived.
"Hmm. Why hello my friend, you seem to have had some trouble." Ducky mused.
"Time of death Duck?" Gibbs asked.
"Approximately… ten to fourteen hours ago. Blood force trauma to the head, multiple lacerations, dislocations. I hate to say it… but he was tortured before he died."
Gibbs nodded, "Okay, Duck. Get the body over to the morgue and see what else you can find out."
Ducky nodded, as he and Tony loaded the body into the truck and took off.
NCIS HQ
Tony sat at his desk balancing a pencil on his nose, when Gibbs walked around the corner, and saw. He slapped him in the back of the head, knocking the pencil down.
"Sorry boss" Tony apologized. Gibbs ignored him, "We got an ID on the vic?" he asked
"Yeah boss," McGee said as he put the record on the big screen, "Name is Clay Woodroue. Twenty five years old, marine for five years. He grew up in New York. Decent Marine, not very outspoken, and a clean criminal record."
Gibbs nodded, "Any family?"
McGee shook his head, "Parents died in a plane crash when he was in eighth grade, lived in a foster home. No brothers or sisters."
"Check out the foster home with Ziva." Gibbs said, as McGee and Ziva got to the elevator and left. Gibbs signaled for Tony to follow him, Tony got up reluctantly, "Boss am I in trouble?" Tony asked
Gibbs looked at him, "Not that I know of."
"Then where are we going?" he asked.
"Ducky wants to see us. Something about the body."
Tony nodded and followed Gibbs down the steps, into the morgue.
"Jethro! And Tony."
"Don't sound very happy to see me doc." Tony said.
"You'll see why in a second." Ducky said.
"What's this about Duck?" Gibbs asked, as Ducky led them to a table with the body of Clay.
"Now Tony try and remain calm, this may upset you."
He pulled away the cover to reveal Clay's bare chest, Tony gasped, eyes wide as the color drained from his face. He backed away, slowly as he saw Ducky and Gibbs look at him.
"Tony? What's wrong?" asked Gibbs advancing.
Tony shook his head then turned and ran
"Tony!" Gibbs shouted. He looked at Clay's chest, where a message was written. "Did you miss me? I'm back! And your time has finally come!" Gibbs shuddered at the message. Tony must know what it means. He chased after Tony.
Tony sat at his desk, shivering all over. He punched in the numbers on his phone and placed it to his ear. It rang once, twice, three times, "Come on… pick up!" Tony hissed under his breath. Finally a voice came over the phone.
"Hello?" a gravelly voice sounded.
"Tray!" Tony exclaimed.
"Tony? Dang man its been too long." Tray said
"T-Tray… I can't talk long, do you remember the "Writer case" about seven years ago?" Tony whispered.
"Yeah… Tony are you okay? You seem upset." Tray asked.
"Don't worry about it, do you remember the guy we caught. Is he still in jail?" Tony asked.
" Why? Is something wrong?" Tray asked, worry all over his voice.
"T-Tray! Please." Tony begged.
"No… I don't think he is… why? What's wrong?" Tray asked again.
"No… no…" said Tony, he could feel the sweat pouring down his neck and back.
"Tony? Are-" the line went dead before he could finish. Tony sat back with his face in his hands. After all those years… why now?
Tony didn't notice when Gibbs squatted next to him, "Tony?" he asked. Tony didn't look up right away, but when he did, his face was pale and tear streaked.
"Gibbs… I-" Tony didn't finished, he pushed past Gibbs and ran to the bathroom, he threw up everything. After ten minuets of leaning over the toilet, he walked out and cleaned his face. He looked at himself and was almost as pale as when the "Writer case" started.
As he left he stumbled into Gibbs who caught him, "s-sorry boss." Tony mumbled
"Tony… what happened. I have never seen you so upset. Tell me what's going on." Gibbs said, but Tony just shook his head.
"I can't Gibbs," Gibbs jumped at the use of his name, Tony never did that. This had to be serious, "Please don't ask me too." Tony pleaded with desperation in his eyes.
Ziva chose then to walk in, "Aw… did the little baby not handle the body very well?" She said sarcastically before Gibbs could stop her. Tony turned to her, she flinched at the caged look he had.
"You could say that Ziva. You don't know what I saw! You don't know what it brought up!" Tony said dangerously, before walking past her towards the elevator.
"Gibbs?" Ziva asked, shaken. She had never seen Tony look like that.
"Go after him, don't bring it up and apologize. I'll take you and McGee down there when he's back here." Gibbs said, then turned and walked towards the bullpen.
Ziva took his advice and ran down the steps two at a time.
Tony was leaning against his car, his 97 black Comoro. He was trying to control his heart rate, the way it was going, he would have a heart attack before he got home. Truth be told, he didn't want to go home. He was too scared. He pulled out his cell, and dialed Gibbs number. It rang until he picked up.
"Gibbs" was the monotone reply
"B-boss. Look I'm sorry but can I crash at your house."
"Sure Tony."
"Thanks I-" Then a cloth covered his face, he let out a muffled mmphf!
"Tony!" Gibbs shouted through the phone
Tony shoved his elbow into his attacker's stomach. Turned around and threw a kick to his stomach. But he could feel the drug taking effect.
"Gibbs… he's coming after me. Call Mason Tyre on the NYPD! Ask about the "Writer… the "Writer case." I know you can-" CRACK! The sound went all the way through the phone.
"Tony!" Gibbs yelled.
"HAHAHA! Nothing can save Tony from me now!" gloated another voice. But then gunshots were heard
"NCIS! Put him down!" a female voice yelled
Gibbs smiled as Ziva entered to save Tony. But then that feeling was short lived, when tires screeched, and Ziva yelled.
"Gibbs! Someone kidnapped Tony!" she yelled through the phone.
"I know. Get back up here. We need to find out what Tony was talking about, and what this "Writers case" is." Gibbs answered before hanging up.