A/N So this is the reworked version. Apologises about the lateness but I've only got two more exams left on Wednesday then I've finished school for 2 1/2 months so I've got plenty of time for updates.
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"I've got to say Ziva… you're wrong."
"What?" The brown haired woman gazed at Anthony DiNozzo in mild interest and annoyance. "How can I possibly be wrong?"
Tony, Ziva and Tim walked down the long, empty street, coffee in hand. Various alleyways and roads lead off to the sides, making the street feel like a puzzle. A shining bright red Caff-pow sat in McGee's hand. The sun was glistening on the pavements and the talking of the NCIS agents seemed to echo around the area.
"There is no way Pierce Brosnan was a better James Bond then Sean Connery. It's a mockery of the whole James Bond saga!" Tony spoke, his tone matter of fact, seemingly laughing at the idea.
"I think Ziva's right, Tony." McGee stated coyly. He gave a smirk at Ziva before raising his eyebrows at the senior agent. Tony kept looking forward, sarcasm dripping in his voice.
"You would Probie."
"What's that meant to mean?" The team began to move to one side of the pavement in anticipation of a man with jet black hair coming the other way.
"Well considering you seem-"Tony stopped dead still, mid-sentence. The man with the dark hair, who had been walking the other way also spotted Tony and stopped still. Before the others could fully react, Tony withdrew his handgun from his holster, and chased after the now fleeing man running in the opposite direction.
The instincts of the other members kicked in and Tim pulled out his phone to get in touch with Gibbs and back-up as Ziva took off the opposite way to Tony, attempting to find a shortcut to speed up to the fleeing men.
Tony followed the man as he turned down one of the adjoining narrow alleyways. The bins rattled slightly as the air he fumed slammed into the metal, the noise seemingly hitting the two walls on either side making it louder. DiNozzo could just make out the man running ahead of him. If he was correct, and the expression on the man's face probably confirmed that, then it was a long overdue escapee both he and Gibbs had been looking for for 6 years.
"They're never fat, are they?" Tony asked rhetorically to himself as he jumped over a rail coming to a flight of steps, the man crashing onto the floor near the bottom of the flight. The concrete held firm under his feet but his knees jerked. He looked behind him to see how far away the NCIS agent was. Eventually, the man stopped and looked both ways before dashing off further down the road, the walls on either side closing him in.
"Freeze! NCIS!"
Since they were now both on a flat piece of land, Tony was able to accelerate much quicker, despite his dress shoes. The gap began to decrease, with Tony drawing ever closer to his target, his shiny leather shoes slapping against the pavement. Suddenly, the dark haired man stopped and dodged sideways letting Tony run past him slightly. As DiNozzo spun around, he lifted his gun and pointed it at the man's head, only to find the end of a large barrel facing right back toward him.
"Put down the gun, Jester."
"Oh. I don't quite think so Detective DiNozzo." The accent was clearly English, the words having a slightly darker and sinister feel.
"Special Agent DiNozzo." Tony tilted his head and smirked.
"Still with the smart mouth I see… but Special Agent DiNozzo. Quite." The eerie man emphasised the 'special agent' part of the sentence as he sneered and laughed menacingly at Tony. "Leroy made you his dog then, did he?"
DiNozzo shook his head in exasperation but kept his eyes on Jester.
"Hmm. Figures." The black haired man laughed, "Agent Gibbs stole another thing that wasn't his."
"I think you have the roles mixed, Jester."
"Now now Tony. We're old friends. No need to get so tetchy." The voice mocked the senior agent, almost goading him.
"I've been chasing you for 6 years. I think I've earned that right." The man turned in haste and glanced briefly to where they had previously been running.
"You didn't run for that long, Tony." His tone had changed to condescending.
"Don't push it. I should just shoot you."
"But you won't."
"Yeah, you're right." Tony spoke with sarcasm, "All that paperwork and then a yellow slip won't be too far behind. On the other hand, if you try and jump at me, maybe I can say it was self-defence." The eyebrows raised in response.
"I'll keep that it mind, Anthony. I do suppose you know all too well about yellow slips. Do tell me though, where is Agent Gibbs?"
"He will be here in a moment, don't worry your pretty little soul." It was Tony's turn to change to sneering down his nose.
"Worry?!" Jester let out a short bark of a laugh, "I'm rather excited to be truthful. It will be like old times and damn, have I missed them."
"Except this time I have a gun."
"So it seems." The man smirked horribly at Tony, lifting an eyebrow as if he were mocking him.
The two men continued to aim their guns at each other, barely 2 feet apart from one another. neither seemed willing or able to break the deadlock of guns.
"What you doing here, Jester?" Tony asked, "Haven't stolen from or killed enough people yet?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Jester continued to smirk.
"You told Gibbs face to face that you're leaving this country for good, remember? 'I am leaving to my home country' were you words." DiNozzo spoke with again, a patronising tone to the man of equal height opposite him. "Back To Britain." Jester held up his forefinger, stopping Tony further.
"Firstly, Britain is no country." He showed his teeth in a cheesy grin, but Tony simply rolled his eyes, "Secondly, I did but there's just too many darn health and safety rules there now. Plus Mr. Brown just decided to put up yet another tax so I changed my ideas. Thought I could come and visit some old friends." He waved a hand in the air as he spoke, as if uncaring yet the grin had been removed from his face.
"Put your gun down, Jester. Back-up will be here soon enough and then no-one can be responsible for everyone's actions. Particularly mine."
"Don't tell me you're threatening me, Anthony DiNozzo. We're good friends, remember! But as you say," He paused, but Tony couldn't decide if it was for suspense, "back-up will be here soon."
Without warning, even from his previous police training, Tony felt his gun fly out of his hand from a strong kick. He felt it sting with pain and he just managed to prevent the leg that almost kicked him again on the other side, potentially flooring him.
The two began to fight earnestly. DiNozzo had practised sparring with Gibbs for almost 6 years and so was more than capable of holding off the basic attacks Jester began to throw at him. Both guns now lay discarded on the floor far off to the side and just too far for Tony to get without Jester taking control of the fight. More kicks were aimed to both side of the agent, but Tony managed to fend off the weak attacks, even managing to put in some good punches himself to the face of Jester.
"Got a little better since I last saw you, Tony. Gibbs teach you that." Jester said knowingly and lapped at the blood that trickled from a cut on his upper lip. Once again, Jester used surprise and managed to throw a punch upwards into Tony's nose. The cartilage broke underneath his closed fist and Jester was only more than satisfied as Tony reeled back from the impact. He hit the floor, blood streaming from his nose and onto his neck and shirt. Tony's eyes looked slightly disorientated before he looked up at Jester, shock tainting his features.
"I believe that's my cue to leave." Jester jogged over and picked up the two guns lying strewn on the floor. "No such thing as Justice, Tony." He checked over Tony's before giving quick thumbs up and running off in the other direction.
"Bastard!" DiNozzo hit the floor with his free hand whilst the other clutched at his bleeding nose. The flow of red hadn't decreased at all and continued to gush like a tap.
Ziva sprinted around the corner from the main road and spotted Tony sat haphazardly on the gravel floor, blood dropping down onto his shirt. His front was now stained a bright crimson red. She couldn't see how bad the damage was as she was still too far away.
"Tony!" She shouted as she came closer to the Special Agent. Pulling away his hand, Ziva quickly ripped off the bottom of her shirt and held it against the free flowing nose. "Don't tip your head back. You will choke." She spoke bluntly and forcibly as he tried to pull back from her hands. She flipped open her phone and pushed speed-dial 1 on it.
"Round the back of the warehouses… 20th Street." Her voice was a lot shrewder then usual, most likely due to her concern.
"Jesus, Ziva. It's just a bloody nose!" Tony continued to try and pull away but a strong hand on the back of his head pushed it forward.
"Be quick, Tony. You are disorientated."
DiNozzo didn't even bother to correct her English as his mind continued to reel to the man he had just encountered. The deep sarcastic voice that had had never left his ears flew back with terrifying force and Tony knew that if Jester McWilliams was back, as he had just seen himself, then they would all have a major headache soon enough.
