Unknown Location, X-XX-2017, 22:44

Tony woke up abruptly, with two man pulling him up. He could barely see, since it was dark, but he still fought against them.

"Stay still," One of them said. Like hell he was going to be quiet. Why was he being treated like this?!

Tony managed to punch one of the guys and stand up. He raised his arms in a defensive pose. He scrutinized the man. One of them was freakishly tall, but lithe and the other was very well built. The tall one seemed to be the dominant one, surprisingly. But they were too new to do this types of things.

The taller charged forward, ready to puch him. Tony smiled and pushed the arm to the side to hit him in the chin. He bounced on the balls of his feet as he watched the man stumble backwards.

The other agent saw his partner's state as anger consumed his mind. It was this that made him attack the SFA.

"You traitor!" He exclaimed. Tony raised his eyebrows. They didn't know what he could do. So, they saw him as a terrorist.

He was brought back by the sight of a clenched fist near his face. Tony ducked and sprinted forward. He landed a punch in the man's gut. The agent groaned, but he still tried to hit the brunet. Tony was getting tired of this. So, to finish the fight, he bashed the man's nose.

The brunet heard a round of applause coming from the doorway. A middle aged woman stood there. The room was dimly lit, now that the door was open.

"Impressive, Agent DiNozzo," She said, walking towards him. She patted the agents' shoulders, "Do not judge a man without knowing him, agents."

The men looked at the blonde with fear in their eyes. Tony stared at her as she continued to move.

"Loved the welcoming party. Everyone is so charming," He mocked.

The woman smiled and stretched out her hand for a handshake, "Director of the biological weapons department, Laura Rees."

Tony shook her hand, still suspicious, "Biological weapons? I'm a weapon to you?"

Rees studied the man in front of her. It was easy to profile him, but it wasn't something she needed to do now, "Agent DiNozzo, from what I saw, you are very well trained. Every competent person can be a weapon."

The young agents exited the room, leaving them alone. They stayed silent for some moments, until Rees spoke, "Let's go somewhere more confortable so we can talk."

-/-

Washington DC, X-XX-2017, 23:00

Gibbs was pissed. That was why he was working on his boat. Vance had shut him up every time he asked a question. He wasn't allowed to go with Tony and he had no idea where he was taken to. There was something that separated the brunet from the common people. After all, his SFA could turn into a demon of sorts. And destroy huge creatures that ate humans.

What were those things?! What was the FBI going to tell people?! He sanded the boat with his maximum strength. He was so mad at the lack of information that he didn't notice his phone ringing. He threw the sandpaper onto the floor and picked it up.

"Gibbs."

It was Abby. She gasped when she heard her boss, "Gibbs! Turn on the TV!"

He looked at the old TV. He turned it on and choose a news channel. A blurry photo of Tony, floating in the air in his demon form. Gibbs widened his eyes as he watched pictures of the brunet and of some other guy flying, surrounded by guns.

"We have a big problem, bossman."

-/-

Chicago, X-XX-2017, 23:02

Hank took another sip of his beer and sighed. He was all alone in his house, simce Erin was out with the rest of the unit. He needed time to process of everything that happened. 37 people were dead, plus 12 who were in critical state. On top of that, Antonio somehow had a collection of armor that gave him superpowers. Or something.

He felt so weird; being alone in a big house. Voight had to stop thinking about Antonio and actually do something. So he finished his beer and grabbed his phone.

-/-

Unknown Location, X-XX-2017, 23:05

Tony sat down in a metal chair, without handcuffs. Rees sat down on the other side of the table. He sighed and lightly touched his knuckles. His hands were slightly bruised, but he could handle it.

The woman pointed at his hands, "Do you need ice for that?"

Tony shook his head. He rested his arms on the cold table and stared at the department director. The woman was very rigid as she sat on the chair. The brunet looked around, until the woman spoke, "Agent DiNozzo, we have a offer to make."

Tony eyed her, "What?"

His curiosity spiked. He had learned from his boss not to trust FBI agents, except for Fornell or one of his agents.

"I understand you're very talented when it comes to undercover missions," She said.

Tony smiled, "You're flattering me, Director Rees."

"It's easy for you to create a character when you hide behind masks," She stated, shocking Tony. His heart ached for an unknown reason, but he didn't break the eye contact. His actions made Rees smile.

"Funny that you didn't say anything to your agents about me. Even if the whole world already knows."

Rees was clearly upset about what he said, "Agent DiNozzo. We can play these games all day. Are you going to help us or not?"

"So you admit that the great FBI needs help of someone they're hiding from the public," He crossed his arms and the woman sighed.

"Yes. We need your help. Know will you do it?" She asked, staring at the brunet. Tony remained silent, thinking. If he did this, there was a possibility that he would have to go to jail. So why not?

But he was still pissed about the fight earlier, "Depends. What's in it for me?"

The next sentence was like music to his ears, "I'll let you see Special Agent Gibbs and Detective Dawson."

-/-

Chicago, X-XX-2017, 23:09

Lindsay swung the glass upwards and drank the while thing. Jay ran his fingers through his hair, "It's crazy. It's like Antonio is a superhero."

Al laughed, "Yeah. How the hell did that happen?"

Ruzek pointed to the TV and looked at the bartender, "Could you raise the volume?"

All the eyes landed on the device. A brunette full of make up was presenting the news, "Today, 39 people died in Chicago."

Lindsay clicked her tongue, "The death count is higher."

"The cause of this was what appeared to be monsters from the sky. We have various amateur videos proving this. Our specialist analyzed them and it was confirmed that the recordings weren't tampered with. Here's an example."

"That's the things we saw!" Halstead exclaimed. Ruzek drank his tequila shot and shook his head.

The video stopped and the image was back at the reporter. She continued with a serious expression, "Washington DC was also under attack. 34 people died in the hands of those creatures. The government hasn't spoken, but we received photos and videos of two individuals in the two cities killing the monsters with what appeared to be superpowers."

Alvin sat on his stool, curious. He was inside and didn't get the chance to see Antonio in action. After all, they were locked inside te precinct by their coworker.

The video showed the detective running impossibly fast and murdering the things with a katana. He was dressed in a rather small gold crop top, showing his muscular yet somewhat feminine body. He also had a pair of grey boots and black knee-length black shorts.

Ruzek chuckled when he saw the clothes, "He looks like a model."

"That crop is smaller than mine!" Erin complained, sipping her drink. She looked away, pouting,"But the outfit is really cute!"

The video switched to a picture of another man with pointy ears, hair sticking up and completely black eyes. Besides the scar on his face and scales in his arms.

"That dude is a demon!" Jay exclaimed, his eyes shining happily like a child in Christmas. Al shook his head and sipped his beer.

They watched as said dude shot a dark and white beam from his hands and left a hole in the distorted rabbit.

"Those things are different from ours," Olinsky noticed, leaning back. Erin nodded, agreeing with him.

"How the hell did they get those powers?" Jay asked

-/-

Unknown Location, X-XX-2017, 23:15

Antonio sighed as the agent sat down in the couch in front of him. It was weird that the man was being so cheery.

"So, let's talk about the incident," The agent said running his fingers through his black hair. His blue eyes landed on the detective, who looked bored as hell, "Please, detective Dawson, the faster we solve this, the better."

He sighed and sat straight. The agent passed him two pictures: one of them showed the monsters he fought and the other one had some giant distorted bunnies. So that was what happened with Tony.

"Two types of creatures in two different cities at the same time," He said, handing the images to the man. Antonio scratched his head, "Obviously it's someone powerful. Maybe puppeteer magic; but those don't look like puppets."

The raven nodded, "Can you indentify who it is?"

Antonio stared at the agent with a incredulous face, "You think? Magic is something... unsual, but it's untraceable. The only thing that can help is if someone heard something."

The agent leaned forward, "Would you be able to help us? We'll give you something in return, of course."

Antonio leaned back in the chouch, "I'm listening."

-/-

Chicago, X-XX-2017, 06:37

Hank was ready to go back to the station when he saw an unknown car in front of his house. He slowly reached for his gun. A woman came out of the car with a smile on her face.

"Calm down, Sergeant. We're here by detective Dawson's request," She said, leaning against the car. Voight stared at her; calculating. She had Antonio and he wanted to see him, "We'll take you to him."

"How do I know you're trustworthy?" He asked. The woman grabbed her purse and took out her phone. After a while of her tapping on the phone and of Voight's patience running out, the woman showed him her phone.

Antonio appeared on the screen, sitting behind a desk. Hank's eyes widened his eyes, "Antonio!"

The detective smiled, "Hey, Sarge."

"Are you okay?" He asked, getting closer. The woman offered him the phone and he took it instantly. He was so happy to see Antonio again. Besides a cut lip, he was okay.

The detective shrugged, "I was manhandled rather forcibly, but yeah. I've been followed by an agent that behaves like a happy dog around me."

Someone whined next to Antonio, "Detective Dawson!"

The Sergeant chuckled, "So it seems that I'm going to miss work today."

"You can thank me later," Antonio smiled and waved before hanging up. Voight gave the phone back to the lady. She sat in the car and opened the window, leaving him outside.

She smiled, "Are you going to stand there, Sergeant Voight, or are you going to get in?"