Not my best chapter, but it moves the story along in a few minor ways. Next chapter will be better.

WARNING: Some violence in this chapter.

Tony was officially sick of this situation. Harrison was a complete prick, and his lackeys were no better. The civilian keeping him and Ziva company now held a bullet in his shoulder and his damned head was still pounding.

The civilians around the bank seemed to have calmed down by now. Even woman and her daughter, Tony still seethed when he thought about Harrison using that girl as insurance, had finally stopped crying. The woman was even looking around the bank and the other occupants like a doctor would her patients. He wondered whether she was one, or maybe a nurse.

"Tony, have you seen the cameras?" Ziva whispered, leaning forward as far as her cuffed hands would allow, almost over the top of the downed civilian.

Tony nodded, glancing up and seeing the black cloth over the one camera he could see. "They didn't shoot them or remove the wires, just covered them. Why would they do that?"

Ziva shook her head, glancing towards where Harrison was standing near the teenage boy and older brother. "I do not know. It would make more sense for them to completely destroy them unless they need the cameras later."

Nodding, Tony looked down in thought and caught the inquisitive eyes of the civilian. The man was still laying on the ground right next to Ziva, who would place a restraining hand on his uninjured shoulder whenever he tried to sit up.

"What's your name?" Tony asked without any warning, realising he had no idea the man's name despite sitting next to him for almost two hours.

"Harry," he said before glancing around. "How do the cameras help us?"

"Our team outside would use them to see where everyone in the bank is. If they need to storm the bank, it is safer for them to know where all the civilians are," Ziva answered, looking back over her shoulder to where the main camera sat.

Harry nodded and hissing through his teeth when the slight movement pulled his shoulder.

"Stop moving. You are worse than Tony when he is injured," Ziva said, snapping her head back at the sound of pain and scowling when she saw him still moving around and wincing. She placed a restraining hand on his good shoulder and held him still as much as she could.

"Hey," Tony said, turning to glare at Ziva, "I'm not that bad." He couldn't help smirking a little when he saw the disgruntled frown on Harry's face, though.

Harry snorted. "Are you saying I am Agent DiNozzo?"

This kid's quick Tony thought, smirking down. "Dude, call me Tony, and you're still trying to sit up. You're bad."

Harry rolled his eyes, but he did still his movements, at least for now. "So, your boss is outside and needs cameras to see what's going on?" there was an odd gleam in his eye like he knew something they didn't. "Can't the agents just see through the window?"

Tony looked up at Ziva and saw the same suspicion on her face. "Yes, they should be able to see us and a couple of the other hostages, but they can't see everything. If they try approaching the bank for a closer look they might endanger us in here," he said eventually. "The cameras show a bird's eye view. They're vital in a situation like this, not to mention they'd be able to see who'd been shot." Tony winced a little when he muttered the last part, glancing down at Harry. "Sorry."

Rolling his eyes, Harry just laughed it off. "I hope Ginny hasn't forced your boss to let her stay on the case. I don't want her to see me injured."

"Ginny?" Ziva asked, pushing Harry down once again when he tried to stand. Tony shook his head with a small smile. Did the man ever learn?

"My wife. Her temper and stubbornness mean she never does anything she doesn't want to."

Tony snorted. "My Boss wouldn't let her stay, don't worry. Gibbs' a hard arse that could intimidate the president if need be."

"I bet Ginny's still managed to force her way in. She wouldn't have left no matter who told her to."

Tony laughed, albeit quietly. "You're on. Boss would never let a civilian sit in the command centre."

"This does not matter. The cameras are covered. There is no way for them to see us whether Ginny is there or not," Ziva said with an eye roll to accompany her dry words. She never did understand the fun of a good old-fashioned bet.

"Maybe for now," Harry said as he lifted his good arm to shake Tony's hand, sealing the bet.

Tony wasn't sure what to think of the man's words and dismissed them as hopeful thinking. There was something about the glint in the man's eyes that made Tony wonder, though.

Ginny stared at the monitor showing nothing but black screens and time stamps. She wished there was a way for her to remove the coverings from here, but magic didn't work through muggle things like these screens. She'd be more likely to blow it up rather than force a picture to show.

She ignored the conversation behind her, not interested in the discussion on Keith Harrison. The man was a psych and she didn't care what type of goal or agenda he had, if he hurt Harry, the man was dead.

"Ginny."

Turning, Ginny came face to face with the grey-haired man. There was something scary about the man, but he reminded her a little of McGonagall. She wasn't scared of him, though she might be if she pissed him off.

"Yes, Sir," Ginny said. She may not fear the man, but a little respect went a long way.

"Don't call me sir; I work for a living." The man moved forward and sat on the chair next to her. "It's Gibbs."

"Gibbs," Ginny repeated, wrinkling her nose at the odd name. What type of parent calls their child Gibbs, or McGee for that matter. Maybe they're nicknames, but then that didn't make much more sense either.

"It's my last names. Most police and military personnel refer to each other by their last names.

Ginny nodded, that made a lot more sense. "The Agent before, his last name is McGee?"

"Yep."

Ginny smiled and nodded. That made a lot more sense. She wondered if this was common knowledge that she should have known, or if it was something most people didn't know. She wished Harry was here. Ginny wilted at the thought of her husband.

"We'll get him back to you." Gibbs seemed to have noticed her souring expression.

Ginny snorted and shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. "You would think after all these years I'd be used to him being in danger, but each time I can't help but wonder if he's on his last life."

"Your husbands been in danger before?" Gibbs asked. There was something a little sharper in his eyes now, like he wasn't just trying to comfort her anymore.

"Yeah," Ginny said, cautious of her words now. She probably shouldn't have said anything, but Gibbs had a way of relaxing her barriers. "He's a reckless man and was a reckless child, and his job is pretty dangerous, though he only started that a year ago.

"Where does he work?" Gibbs asked, leaning forward just a little. Ginny noticed he'd pulled a notebook out.

Chewing her lip, Ginny thought back to what Harry had said to customs when they'd arrived (flying on a plane was nothing like a broom and Ginny hated the thought of doing it again). "A branch of the Secret Service, but I'm not allowed to know which one." Lie, but what else a I meant to tell them, Ginny thought a little bitterly. She hadn't thought about how hard it was to hide the Wizarding World when out in the Muggle one until this situation. Then again, who could have predicted this whole situation?

"Your husband is an agent?" Gibb's raised voice alerted the others in the command centre and they walked over.

"Well, yeah I suppose. He's been working on something specific recently," chasing down the last of the death eaters, not that I can tell them that, "but took off six months for our wedding and our honeymoon and we're moving into a bigger home after and..." As her last words trailed off, Ginny's eyes welled up. It wasn't fair. "Then we get here, and this happens," she said almost to herself, not noticing the looks being exchanged between the agents.

Staring at the three nameless men and Harrison was giving Ziva no more new information. Harrison and one other never left the room while the other two drifted in and out, but nothing they did gave any of their plan away. The one staying in the room would occasionally drift around the room and poke anyone who looked defiant with the rift. Harrison stood by one of the teller desks observing everything with a smug smirk. Bastard. She couldn't wait to see his cold body on a slab.

The phone continued to ring on and off every fifteen minutes, but no one made a move to pick it up. The men barely even acknowledged it when it started ringing again, but she could see the sound starting to grate on some of the hostage's nerves. The young man with his brother continued to clench his hands and glare at any of the criminals that happened to be looking away. She hoped he wouldn't do anything stupid. They didn't need another hostage shot.

Ziva looked down at Mr Potter. The man was an enigma, more so than any other person she'd met before. There was something about him that made her wary and cautious. A dangerous glint that didn't disappear even when he was smiling and joking with Tony, and yet she didn't feel he was dangerous to her. He was a good man, she was positive about that.

His tolerance to pain was extraordinary. Lying on the ground with a bullet wound didn't seem to phase him all that much. Sure, he screamed at first, more people do when they are shot, but after the initial shock, he seemed only a little annoyed. He continued to move against her hand in an attempt to sit up despite her protests. He just didn't seem to care.

"Do you think they'll answer the phone again some time soon?" Mr Potter asked, shifting once again.

"Stop that," she muttered, not expecting him to listen. "I do not know. I hope so, the young man over there looks ready to explode." Ziva nodded her head towards the boys, careful to keep her movements small and unnoticed by their captures. There was no need to alert them to the growing restlessness over there.

Tony turned to look in the direction she'd indicated, and Mr Potter once again tried to sit up.

"Mr Potter, if you do not sit still I promise to show you just how many ways I can kill with a paper clip," Ziva snapped, finally sick of the man refusing to sit still. She smirked at seeing his face pale, if only slightly.

"Please call me Harry," he said before a thoughtful look came over his face. "How many ways would that be Agent David?"

"Ziva, and would you not like to know," she smirked, adding a little bit of a flirtatious lit into her voice. She didn't mean anything by it; she knew he had a wife after all, but it was a good distraction, and it worked like a charm for Mr Pott. . .Harry as well.

He chuckled and lay back down, staying still. "Are all agents this interesting?"

Ziva smirked and went to respond when there was a commotion near the entrance to the bank. Ziva snapped her head up to see the security guard attached to the door trying to stand and the elderly woman trying to stop him.

"What's going on?" Harrison snapped, storming towards the pair and bringing his gun in front of him.

The woman flinched and little and looked to the ground, but she shuffled forward towards Harrison and a little further away from the man. "His arms. He can't bare to keep them in this position anymore," she whispered, keeping her eyes lowered and submissive.

Ziva's eyes narrowed, wishing she could move. She felt Harry shift next to her, but she was so focused on the group at the door that she didn't prevent him from sitting up and watching as well.

"So?" Harrison said, shrugging and glancing at the security guard like he was a bug. "That's his problem not mine."

"Please," the woman said, looking up for the first time. "Could he just have a chair or something so his arms aren't being pulled like they are?"

Her movements were stiff and careful. Ziva was sure she needed a chair just as much as the security guard, but she didn't mention her own discomfort. Ziva was impressed. The woman was terrified and yet she stood up for this man. Most people wouldn't both.

"I suppose that's fair," Harrison said, glancing behind him and raising an eyebrow at his babysitter/guard.

The man disappeared behind a corner and entered what Ziva assumed was a break room, coming out with a white fold up chair, the man with the German accent following behind with an inquisitive look. The looked quite heavy, but the man carried it without any effort towards Harrison. The other man stopped beside the bank counter.

Harrison turned his back on the pair and the man with the chair. "Give the man what he wants, Otto."

Ziva narrowed her eyes when she saw this Otto shoot Harrison a disgusted look before turning to the pair huddled on the ground. Taking another two steps forward, Otto was right in front of the man and in the perfect position to slam the chair into the man's head, knocking him out immediately.

Screams erupted around the bank. The elderly woman who'd been sitting with the security guard whimpered and flinched towards the security guard, then scurried away when Otto glared at her.

"This is not a fucking vacation people! We're not here to cater to you're needs, you're here to help us in our goals."

Harrison stood in the middle of the room staring at every single hostage. He lingered his eyes on Tony and Harry then on her, sneering a little when he saw her hand clenched around her necklace. She hadn't even realised she was holding it again until that moment.

"What are your goals then?" the young man yelled from across the room. He'd obviously lost whatever control he had over his temper.

Ziva closed her eyes. She wished there was something she could do. The man was barely out of his teens, twenty-one at most. He had such a long life to live.

"What's your name?" Harrison asked instead of answering the man's question, his tone drastically dropping into cool indifference. It was like how he'd talked when Fornell called him Keith, though a little more controlled, for Ziva to feel anything but dread.

"Matthew," the man said, glancing at his brother beside him before straightening his shoulders and staring at Harrison with pure defiance. He ignored his brother's pleas to stop.

"And your brother's name?"

This time the man didn't answer. He shifted slightly so he could shield his brother with his body somewhat, but he kept his lips firmly closed.

"Boy, what's your name?" Harrison snapped when he didn't get an answer from Matthew.

"Anthony," the teen said, his voice small but strong and almost as defiant as his brothers.

"Ah like our dear Special Agent over there, isn't that right Anthony DiNozzo? Are you a Junior as well, Junior?" Harrison said, gesturing with his gun at Tony.

Ziva jolted when Harrison used Tony's full name. They'd never shared any details other than what they usually did, and Tony never referred to himself as Junior. If Harrison knew something like that about Tony, then what else did the man know about Tony, or her for that matter?

"And you," Harrison said, turning towards the woman and the unconscious security guard. "What's your name?"

The woman licked her lips and kept her eyes on the ground. "Margret," she practically whispered.

Harrison smirked and turned back to face the boys. "Margret, what happened when you spoke against me?"

Ziva paled and she heard a curse from her partner, but Harry practically growled at the man, surging forward before being held back by Tony's fast reaction. Harry didn't even seen to remember the bullet in his shoulder at that moment.

"Please," Margret whispered, also understanding what was about to happen.

Ziva watched as Matthew jumped in front of his brother. He didn't stand and kept his eyes lowered, but he didn't even try to hide the anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry, okay," he snapped out. "Don't hurt him."

"Oh, I won't," Harrison said, but Ziva's eyes widened when she saw the man with the German accent approaching from behind the boys. She hadn't even heard the man move. "I don't have to."

The man grabbed Anthony's arm, yanking him backwards and lifting him off the ground and shaking him by the arm until the teen's shoulder slipped out of place.

Anthony screamed the moment his shoulder dislocated and screamed again when the man threw him on the ground, withering around in agony. He looked so much younger at that moment, and Ziva's heart ached even as her temper burned.

"No!" Matthew yelled, running forward to help comfort his brother. "Bastard," Matthew sobbed, stroking Anthony's hair away from his face in an attempt to calm the teen down. It didn't seem to be helping all that much, but Ziva knew from experience what a dislocated shoulder felt like and didn't blame the teen.

Ziva realised she'd been so focused on the brothers, she hadn't even seen Tony restrain Harry again and was now whispering into his ear, trying to calm the man down. She didn't think he'd have such a strong reaction, but she had to admit, if her hands were not restrained, it would be hard to keep her down as well. Why did Harrison insist on hurting and threatening children?

"This should be a reminder to you all. Screw with me, I screw with someone else in this bank. Next time I won't hold back."

Ziva glared at the man as he walked away. She wished she new what was going on. They needed to do something about the situation and fast. Next time someone might die, and she wasn't going to let that happen.

(w.c 3,134)

WolfWinks -xx-