I never promised you….
It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not.
City of Glass: Paul Auster
"Who are you…what do you want?" a sleepy DiNozzo rasped down the phone.
"I know all about you," she whispered.
"Pardon?" Tony questioned, wondering if this was some obscure put up by one of Ziva's friends.
"Honeybuns," the woman purred.
"Naomi?" Tony whispered down the phone, "How you get my number?"
"Not Naomi…try again….."as the woman hung up.
Tony turned and placed the phone back in the cradle…His mind working overtime, he needed something to eat. Rising he made his way to the kitchenette and opened the refrigerator door, the cold air immediately cooled his warm body he shivered…..the phone rang again.
"Damn," as he slammed the fridge door shut and trooped over to the main line, "Hello…..it's Johnny ," Tony sarcastically muttered down the line.
"Johnny?…..honeybuns…..sweet cheeks…did you get my present?" the voice again purred.
"Who are you…what do you want?" Tony asked again beginning to get frightened.
"I want you dead….but I never promise." as the line again, went silent.
Tony stood shaking, not only from the fact that he had no clothes on but from the fact when he did a *69, there was no number to call. He looked at the clock on the microwave 02.38…he turned again and went to the bedroom and put on a pair of trackie bottoms, he wasn't going back to bed, better just to rest on the couch. And then it rang again.
"I want to let you know Steve….I have left the body where you can find," the woman now said.
"Who are you and what do you want, and my name is not Steve?" Tony now shouted.
"I know…but I want you to know, I love you…..aaahhhhh" the voice now cried, Tony could hear the thud, as the cell hit the tarmac, and in the back ground the sound of tyres speeding away.