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Interrogation.
The room was dark. He could see nothing but a bleak blackness which taunted and consumed him. His head throbbed like it was burning. Silence drowned out every other sound. His limbs were numb. The ground was hard. Perhaps it was a concrete or some kind of stone floor. Where was he? What had happened? Who was he? He remembered nothing.
A small slither of light suddenly crawled across him. He gazed at its source. There was a slit in the roof. He painstakingly and slowly stood up. He felt a small breeze on his face. Outside there was greenery: a few trees-tall and slender- and before them a small path of shimmering emeralds. He tried to call out; his voice refused to utter a sound. He felt so helpless. He was imprisoned in some stone cell with no clue as to why he had ended up here.
Suddenly He remembered he was curling up on a warm soft beanbag. There was a movie playing. A western was it? Cowboys galloping over the rugged rocky landscape. What happened next? He was beating himself up inside. He needed to remember. Something was very wrong and he had no clue what.
"Tony," a hiss flew through the air.
He ignored it. Who was Tony?
"I know you are mad at me Tony, but you need to listen to me. You are in danger," the hiss repeated.
The voice emitting the hiss was a foreign feminine voice. They were most likely from the Middle East. Who were they? A name appeared in his head; Ziva. It was so melodious-Ziva, Ziva, Ziva. He was falling in love with this name. Ziva was beautiful.
"Are you Ziva?"he asked.
"Ohh. Cut it out Tony! You know I am Ziva. Stop playing your silly game!" Ziva whispered in frustration.
"Who am I?"he asked.
"You don`t remember," she whispered in disbelief."Do you remember, Tony?"
"No,"he whispered.
A small light appeared from behind him. There was a face behind the light. She was beautiful. Her skin was the colour of autumn. Her hair was long, dark and as wavy as the moon coloured seas. Her hazel eyes were witty like owls and her mouth was scrunched in a gesture of complication. She had the complexion of an angel. He gazed at her in awe.
"Tony you have been kidnapped by the Mossad, try to act mad. It could save your life."Ziva advised carefully.
Five footsteps echoed across the room. Ziva was startled. Then she scurried of as quietly as a tiny mouse.
The slit of light became a doorway to the heavens. A man stood there his body masked by black robes. He grabbed Tony in a grip of steel. Another man viciously shoved a cloth in his mouth. Then a heavy blindfold invaded his sight. Then darkness reigned. He half stumbled and was half dragged across a long distance of grass. He heard nothing. A silence was controlling him. The grip on his arm was so tight he could no longer feel it. He was lost in his mind. He couldn`t remember who he was, who Ziva was or why these men were dragging him along. He wanted to fly out of this trap like a swallow. He wanted information to set him free.
After what seemed like an eternity of walking he was pushed down on to what felt like a metal chair. The men took the blindfold off and removed the cloth from his mouth. He gasped at the air. Then he looked up. Two hard eyes stared back at him. This man he recognised. This man had interrogated him before. He could not remember why or when. He only knew he was in danger. This man`s eyes were granite rocks coasted in ice. His skin was as rich as Ziva`s but his face was shorter. His mouth was as grim as a monster`s face. His hands were elegant yet sharp like the cat`s claws. He sat on the chair. His arms resting warily on the back. The chair was metal like the one he was tied to. This man sat on the chair backwards. Like you would in an interrogation he thought.
"Hello Tony," he said in an enriched deep voice.
He gazed at the room. It was small and dark. Only a dizzy beam of light shone on him and the man. The rest was darkness. He could see spatters of blood dancing across the walls. On the top of a box slept numerous shiny blood lusted utensils.
"I won`t have to use them if you tell me what I want to know, Tony," the man addressed.
He remembered what Ziva had told him; he needed to act mad.
"I am not Tony," he exclaimed in shock," I am Arthur the cow, King of Timbuktu."
The man looked surprised.
"You are Anthony DiNozzo. Stop this nonsense, I know you are bluffing," the man ordered.
"I am a duck. Moo! Moo!"he suddenly exclaimed.
He was just making anything up. He really had no clue what anything meant.
The man stared at him for a long time. Tony felt as if those eyes were examining him.
"Let me jog your memory," the man coolly suggested.
The man walked calmly towards him. Then the man viciously slapped his face. Tony winced in pain. The pain was a fire: it burned and consumed him.
"I am Eli David. We met awhile ago when you murdered Michael Rivikin. You refused to give me any answers then. You joked about the room being an interrogation room. I told you I would show you an interrogation room this is a Mossad interrogation room! I will not leave this room until you have given me the answers I want!" Eli roared.
He was called Tony. Rivikin had been in love with Ziva. He had gone to Ziva`s apartment after finding incriminating evidence about her in a case. He tried to arrest Rivikin. He resisted. They fought. Rivikin was holding a piece of glass then tried to stab him. He grabbed his gun and fired in defence. Rivikin fell to the ground. Why did he do all those things? Tony could not remember anything more than that.
"I was born in Hawaii. My parents were allergic to sunlight. They were top of the league skiers and they flew to the Caribbean every day to train. Michael Rivikin was my mother`s boss, when I was five I kicked him in the shins," Tony waffled.
Eli looked as if he was going to explode. His fist sent a blow of pain to his face. Blood trickled down on to his neck. He could barely talk; the pain was too great.
"Why did you murder Rivikin? You were jealous so you shot him." Eli accused rapidly.
"Are you my pet duck`s father?"He asked.
He hoped he was seeming mad enough. It was tiring him trying to think of mad sounding things. He wanted to give in and admit he could not remember anything. Yet something inside him told him if he did his captors would kill him. He had to stay strong. Maybe Ziva would help him? She wouldn`t. He killed Rivikin. Ziva loved Rivikin. Gibbs had wanted to kill Rivikin. He paused; who was Gibbs?
Eli put his hand round Tony`s neck and squeezed. Tony tried to move and fight back but his limbs refused to let him. He couldn`t breathe!
"Why did you kill Rivikin?"Eli slowly but dangerously asked.
"Duck!"Tony spat out.
His neck was throbbing. He felt as light as a feather.
"Don`t play games with me, DiNozzo!"Eli whispered in his ear.
He tightened his grip around Tony`s neck. Tony whimpered.
"I am the albatross," he exclaimed.
Eli let go of Tony. He fell to the ground while coughing violently. Eli David swung the door open.
He said to another man, "take him back to the cell and make him sane!"
Tony did not hear anything else. He had left consciousness. Through a small crack in the wall an eye sighed in relief. Tony had survived. She didn`t want him to die because of her carelessness. Now all she needed to do was to find a way to get him back to NCIS...