Hey guys. Sorry I haven't updated this in a looooong time, but I simply didn't have the energy to write. Now I am trying to post chapters more regularly. Thanks for all the reviews and everything. This chapter is very...experimental in terms of dialogue etc. I hope you are gonna like it. Thank you Michaela for beta-reading this chapter 3 you are amazing.
Enjoy
It was a beautiful morning when a ray of sunlight tickled Tony's nose while he was lying in his hotel bed. DiNozzo felt semi-comatosed after
a long night of clubbing, alcohol and sex with Leila in his and Malachi's hotel room. His limbs were aching; his head felt like it was about to explode but the woman he took home last night wasn't present any longer.
Confused, the young agent sat up and looked around. No Leila, but instead there were Malachi and two sleeping beauties in the Mossad Officer's bed.
It reminded Anthony of his time in college when he used to wake up in such a situation with his fraternity brothers. He was in his early twenties back then but now he was a grown man in his early forties, who still hadn't managed to settle and make peace with his past. Why
did he end up like this again? Why does he get wasted with a man who is likely one of his enemies?
Slowly he got up and walked to the open window. The scent of this city, the warm wind entering the room, the noises outside; all of that reminded him of Ziva. Ziva, the woman he would give his own life for, the woman he loves. Love. He finally admitted it to himself. But what is next? What should he do? Tony's fingers ran through his hair when a big sigh left his mouth.
"What the hell am I doing here?"
Shaking his head, DiNozzo entered the bathroom. A cold shower. That was the perfect solution to his state and would definitely clear his head. The smell of alcohol, sex and sweat made him nauseous. When he reached the toilet in order to release some of the fluids the wasted NCIS-Agent drank last night he discovered a little note on the lid.
Thanks for the wonderful night Tony. You are a decent lover but moaning that Ziva girl's name all the time was a little turn-off. Maybe you should got get her or something. Btw you should go see an embassy. You need a new passport. I took your wallet. Sorry about that ;) Kiss Leila
"Decent? I am not just decent I am brilliant! What the…. moaning Ziva's name I wouldn't….she STOLE my wallet…" Tony stuttered.
He shouted hysterically "MALACHI!"
Suddenly the door swung open and the Mossad-Officer appeared aiming a gun at him.
"GO AWAY SCUMBAG OR I BLOW Y… oh.. Tony. I thought an enemy entered the room and… never mind. Old habit when somebody screams my name."
Anthony's heart almost stopped. Malachi was probably one of the most terrifying persons on the planet when he was angry. Of course the Kidon leader had his Mossad-position for a very good reason.
"You scared me to death! Please put the gun down already. And by the way, why would a person entering this room shout your name from the bathroom? That doesn't make any sense." the American argued with shaking hands. This whole morning was nothing but a nightmare.
"Come on DiNozzo, don't be such a hussy. Why did you freak out anyway?"
Ben-Gidon lowered his weapon and gave a shrug.
"Pussy Mal. PUSSY. Gosh you Israelis and English. Leila is gone with my wallet. She left me a note.", he confessed desperately.
"With your wallet? Really? She wore expensive clothing and… this is not good ok. Not good at all. Maybe she wanted information on ID card, bank accounts or something else. Your sperm. She has your sperm and DNA. Why did you come here with your real name. You are such an idiot!" the Officer vented furiously.
"My sperm? Why would she want my sperm. Not even the desperate ladies in the US wanted it to make little DiNozzos and… do you think she will use it to impregnate herself?" he asked in shock and widened his glowing green eyes.
Rolling eyes Mal shook his head: "No DiNozzo. I mean technically… but no… I mean she has all the information on you now. She was a spy or something. Very clever and probably she even knew you were coming here. I bet they send her to you deliberately. She was a copy of Ziva. Coincidence? I don't think so. And now she pretends she is nothing but a pick-pocket. I should have known it. It was so obvious why didn't I just…", in rage he smashed his foot against the bathroom door breaking the wood. Anger has always been the key to his power. It's also the reason why the Mossad is probably the best intelligence organisation of the world driven by the urge to take revenge.
The sudden anger outburst caused Tony to twitch for a second: "Calm down your aggression doesn't get us anywhere. You should breathe iiiiiin, breath ouuuuuut… I always tell Ziva to do that when she…"
Malachi threw him such an intense angry glance that it gave the Half-Italian the creeps.
"or…just keep breaking the hotel inventory."
"Tony, we should travel to Liat. Maybe she will be able to help us
without Eli finding out about our little…trip." the Israelis suggested.
Thoughtful, Tony stood there looking out of the window again. He didn't even react to the Israelis attempts to come up with a proper plan to get out of this mess. Instinctively Anthony knew he screwed up big time. Over the past few years he mastered the art of developing a gut feeling. His gut was telling him that this story would not end well for him. He lied about his vacation arrangements, he met the person who betrayed Ziva and got robbed by a spy he slept with. How did he get here? The young agent knew a big crisis was ahead. Big was an understatement.
