DiNozzo
The night before, he went to sleep on the sofa in his own apartment theoretically the next morning he should have awakened there. He didn`t.
His head throbbed like the harrowing hallowing howl of the lonely wolf desperate for company on the darkest of nights. His slender yet long clever fingers felt a warm sticky liquid on his face. He tried to open his eyes only to be met by the blackness of some coarse sand-paper like blindfold. He attempted to call out only to realise his voice would not obey him. He could smell the musky smell of cloth and the linger of blood mixed with a sprinkling of death. Where was he? What had happened? Who had kidnapped him? All he could do was listen...
The captor sat on a stool as quiet as carbon monoxide. He made as less movement than a still life painting. In his hand sat a small black Sig Sauer; the type used by several federal agencies; previously owned by his captive. He smiled, revenge would be sweet. His captive`s body lay on the ground as active as a banana in aerobics class. The bloodstained hedgehog swept the floor of dust. Slowly the captive began groaning in pain. The captor beamed; he would make this man pay for what he had done...
"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo," the captor said in a voice of honey masked evil." The paralyzing agent you were injected with should be beginning to wear off. You should be able to talk soon."
Tony stayed silent just to irritate his captor. He wondered who he had pissed off this time or if it was Mossad. They seemed the most likely candidates or it was Chip, the evil forensics assistant who tried to have him jailed for a murder he (tony) never committed, then again it could be Miss Benoi, the drug cartel, the CIA, an ex-flame or who knew? He wondered where he was being held and if Gibbs knew he was missing. Tony knew the minute Gibbs knew, Gibbs would begin looking and not give up till he was found.
"You will speak or I will put a bullet in your shoulder!"the captor roared in fury while jabbing the gun in to his captive`s scapula.
"What if I can`t speak because of the paralysis agent you injected?"Tony sarcastically asked.
He couldn`t fight back so he had to make do with pissing the guy off. He knew the voice was definitely an Israeli accent; Mossad then. Knowing the enemy was almost as bad as not knowing. It told you your fate and in his case death.
The captor became aggrivated "You and your foolish attitude DiNozzo. I have come to despise your name and to think a few years back we had never heard of each other."
"Well actually," Tony began in a smart alec voice, reserved for irritating those who were asking for it, "You had never heard of me; I still haven`t heard of you."
"I know," the captor replied with a twisted merriment, "but perhaps you have heard of my elder brother Michael currently six foot under because you murdered him."
The anger in the captor`s voice was escalating. Tony knew it wasn`t Mossad; they had politely accepted it was an accident which meant they didn`t want to believe it but were forced to accept it. It was Rivikin`s brother was rouge and hell-bent on revenge. Tony was fearful. He had a gut feeling that it wouldn`t end well.
"If I hadn`t fired my weapon, I would be dead and my boss would have killed him. I didn`t mean for it to end this way, I was not jealous of him and Ziva -she is just a colleague to me- and I did not go to Ziva`s house to kill him, I went there to speak to her," Tony explained barely pausing throughout his speech.
"I believe Mr Vance does not like getting his hands dirty and as for Gibbs, Ziva would have stopped him. He trusts her. I wanted justice and not even Mossad could bring it. So I`ve left to avenge my brother," the captor exclaimed. "Soon you will die and burn in hell. I hope all of sa..."
"Do me a favour and just shoot me," Tony interrupted."I`m being bored to death by the hell nonsense."
"That would be too easy, you`re death will be long slow and painful Mr DiNozzo. Be patient, everything will be revealed in due course."
Tony was deeply worried. What horrific fate awaited him? Could his boss save him? All he heard was the slamming and chink of a steel door and the twisted vengance laughter of a man who held Tony`s life in his hands. He was left in the darkness to ponder his fate...