The 6th Scorpia Rising story. It is just a short story and it is a bit different than the previous ones. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading it and please do comment as it is perhaps my last Scorpia Rising story. It depends on how much you like the idea of inventing the Montebello-characters and that everything is about Tony...

Therefore please write me what you think.

I do not own anything. This is an NCIS fanfiction, the idea of Scorpia and Scorpia Rising is from the Alex Rider books and the character Danes is partly derived from Torchwood.

Chapter 1

It was a dark and rainy night when the deputy foreign secretary stepped out of his car and hurried over to the co-driver's seat to open the door. He helped her out and together they ran to the porch while he fumbled the key out of his pockets. They entered his house, which wasn't small for a man in his political position.

"And that's my home," he explained and helped the woman out of her leather jacket. In contrary to him, she did not come from the social position that he originated from, but rather looked like a cheap prostitute who he met just tonight on a party at one of Britain's richest guy's mansions.

After all, she seemed to have smuggled herself inside the event or was asked along with some other women to join and make the night sweeter for the people who were attending those long and boring speeches. However, he felt himself to be one of the luckiest man for that he had managed to persuade one of them to accompany him home.

Carrying her jacket, she followed him into the bedroom, where he invited her to lie down on the king-size canopy bed. She smiled when he went off to get some champagne and returning with two glasses and a bottle, he found her already undressed comfortably in his bed so that he decided to put down what he was holding and also removed everything else that was on him.

He crawled onto the bed, still smirking at her and grabbed the secret storage of condoms in the draw of his night table to return onto the woman. He stroke her so very pronounced cheekbones and kissed her full lips before he removed his last clothes and joined her under the bedclothes. Slowly he began his movement, back and forward, in and out.

His head became redder in effort and that he of course didn't want to be a disappointment for the beautiful lady. With increasing arousal he felt her legs rising against his body and her thigh at his by-fat-hidden waistline. That grip became stronger and only to late he noticed how her legs clenched around him. He screamed loudly, both in arousal and pain when her hands joined his fight for death and grabbed for his neck.

His head seemed to burst into thousands of pieces and he tried to cough but could hardly do anything than beg for mercy with the pure glance of his eyes. But soon also that vanished along with the last spark of life that left his body at exactly eleven pm of the mentioned day.

The woman stood up immediately as soon as the dead deputy foreign secretary fell onto the bed and didn't move anymore. She dressed calmly and only when she had put her jacket back on, she took out her cell. After ringing three times, her sister answered.

"Have you had a look at the clock?" Caroline asked nerved.

"I've killed him. I'll send you the photo now," Katarina simply said and ended the call. She took two photos with the camera of the phone and without looking back, she left the bedroom and the house of the man.

It took only one minute until her older sibling called back. "I got the pictures and mailed them. I assume you'll be paid within the next two hours. Congrats, can I now continue sleeping?"

"You weren't sleeping but whoever he is, greet him from me," Katarina said when she walked to the rented car at the street where all CCTV cameras were accidentally failing tonight.

Her sister didn't answer and so she put the cell back into her pocket. She opened the car and took the two canisters of benzene. With all the time in the world she returned to the bedroom and emptied the boxes on the bed.

After having lit the room, she left again and now returned to her car for the final time. On the way back to the hotel room, two cars of the fire brigade were going where she came from.

***Fifteen years earlier, Interrogation room, Baltimore PD***

Tony entered the room and sat down with the back to the looking-glass. He threw the file on the table and making his disgust obvious, he opened it and began reading the first page.

"You know the reports by heart, boy. Now, stop that shit and tell me what you wanna tell," the man opposite to him said annoyed. He seemed to be in his mid-fifties, short gray hair, he wore a suit that looked pretty old and some jewelry to show off.

"Great. You are convicted for murder and leading a child pornography ring. In your properties, pedophiles met under false pretense to visit a concert and sexually abused children in the basements of the named facilities. Do you deny it?"

"You said I was convicted. What do you expect me, to confess?"

"You are also accused of sexual abuse yourself and murder of at least one boy and one girl at the age of six but also of a police officer," Tony hissed, trying not to lose his control.

"It was self-defense."

"It was not. You shot Miguela in cold blood," he screamed.

"Miguela…I thought for you it would be 'Officer Juarez'. I also thought that couples shouldn't be allowed to work as partners," the man said calmly.

Tony sighed and recalled not to become offensive. "We have proofs to bring you into jail for a very long time, Mr. Danes. I promise you personally that you will rot in the dirtiest prison that I can find in this country and you will think about what you have done to her and the children," he said and closed the files.

"Let me tell you something," Danes said and bent forward to which Tony reacted with a disgusted look on his face. "I know about secrets of your government that you would never dream about. My clients," he explained referring to the pedophile men who hadn't been arrested that night, "are very known men not only of this tiny region that is called your jurisdiction. In only a few days, I'll be a free man again. I have enough power to spend the rest of my long life abroad and somewhere sunny and warm and I promise you that I will make you personally suffer."

He leaned back again and let the words sunk into Tony's head. Tony didn't move a muscle. His partner Officer Miguela Juarez and he had been close to shutting down a drug traffic organization when they had stumbled into this ring of pedophiles. In the night of the arrest, dozens of officers and FBI agents had stormed the buildings and Tony himself had found out that Lee Danes had been the head of the criminal organization.

Together, the two officers had found him in his own house with two boys chained at a bed. On his escape, he had killed her partner and Tony had shot him in response. Unfortunately, for him, the criminal had survived and was now brought to trial. But when Tony left the interrogation room in anger, he knew that he would hardly stand a chance.

But he had luck. The judge had been fair and with the right lawyers, Lee Danes was arrested and brought to judgment only one week later. But his punishment had been set for only fifteen years.

And throughout all this time, he still made Tony responsible for that his well-planned system of corrupt cops and lawyers had broken down on the very day he needed it and promised the prison guards every single day that he would return for revenge.

I will upload the next chapter as soon as I have got enough reviews ;)