(Guess who? It's me! ... well, obviously it's me… nevermind...) Just wanted to tell you guys how much I love your reviews, they make me laugh :D I picked a name for the Company (sorry, not creepy bald man incorporated :c) I think it's pretty cool, in a destructive company that could possibly be plotting to take over the world kinda way, but who knows, you guys would probably think its lame. Ahvwhell, in each life a little ran must fall, which is a good theme for this chapter. Heheh.
Quick update. It is 2:28 in the morning and I have been on a Batman binge. Seriously, all of my comics, all of the movies… I think I'm gonna die from a Batman overdose. I just wanted to warn you… when I Batman overdose… Apparently so does Tony…
"GlobalGenes." The robotic voice finished as the same name that had just been spoken appeared in logo form on the screen in front of him. The logo showed the globe being infected by some sort of virus that spelled out G-l-o-b-a-l-G-e-n-e-s.
McGee took a deep, calming breath and let his fingers stretch out across the keys in their comfortable fashion. His eyes flicked over the screen as he expertly maneuvered around the virtual world.
He found what he was looking for quickly with very little issue. He sent the file to a printer above ground and decided to review it with more efficiency when he was knee deep in some god forsaken slime.
He grimaced slightly and then went to shut down the laptop.
"The hell?" He gave the screen another once over before he closed, and something caught his eye.
"McGee?" Gibbs' voice floated down from the street above.
"Uh- Boss… You're not going to like this."
Tony looked around.
"Alright," He looked around the empty hallway. "I admit it- I'm confused."
Ziva scanned the same hallway with her assassin super powers and Tony found himself wishing he had super ninja powers.
Like Batman! The Christian Bale Batman, he had much better scenery and back story. Also, Liam Neeson as a villain. Where does that go wrong?
"Tony!" Ziva's voice broke through his thought. "Have you not heard anything I have said?"
"I'm sorry… I was thinking about Batman…"
"What?"
"He was originally a comic book character, but eventually the concept was redone in movie format with varying degrees of success-." He started to explain.
"Never mind," Ziva turned away from him. "I did not actually care that much."
Tony pouted his lips slightly behind her back. For some reason her sharp comments had actually stung slightly this time.
"Come on," He ushered her forward to another door, which he also opened and found a very similar situation. Nothing. No people. No signs of people. No hints that people might have ever even been through this room.
"This makes no sense." Ziva turned around in a tight, clumsy circle in the center of the room. "Where is… anyone?"
"Out to lunch?" Tony suggested and watched Ziva's brow crease with fury. She turned around once more a started to walk resolutely back into the stainless steel room. "Wait, Ziva! What are you doing?" He chased after her retreating figure.
Ziva was fueled by a fury that she always felt coursing through her veins. She didn't know exactly where it originated, but she knew that, without it she wouldn't have been able to survive in this world so long.
Gibbs ran on coffee.
Abby ran on CafPow.
Tony ran on Movies.
McGee ran on computers.
She ran on rage.
Just the way it worked.
With seemingly phenomenal strength she squarely gripped a fist full of Chezick's shirt and hoisted him off the ground where he had fallen. The thunderous metallic clang his body made when she threw it against the wall drowned out Tony's cries of protest.
Tony noticed Chezick's eyes flutter open slightly and quickly widen in fear as he noticed the terribly raged Israeli woman keeping him a few inches from contact with the earth with nothing but her chained hands, wearing a vest bomb.
He couldn't help but smirk. Ziva was short. Ziva was thin. Ziva was attractive. None of those things added up when you thought about the horrible things she could do to you without breaking a sweat.
"Now it's your turn to talk." Ziva's voice was pure honey and she physically calmed herself, resuming the more familiar role of antagonist. "Where are we?"
"I do not know." Chezick hissed.
Ziva dropped him to the ground, spun him before he could react and bent his arm behind his back. "This does not have to be unpleasant." She mused, nuzzling him slightly.
Tony had always wondered why she did that. When she was causing pain, she kissed a cuddled with the victim.
He smirked.
He kind of wished he could be a victim. … And Batman.
He physically slapped himself this time.
"What was that for?" Ziva was distracted momentarily.
"Batman…"
She paused for a moment. "…Right…"
"Look," Chezick spluttered, wincing in pain as Ziva returned her attentions to him. "I can tell you nothing, because I know nothing."
"That can not possibly be true," Ziva laughed smoothly. "Everyone knows something." Her voice grew more menacing. "It all depends on if it has use to me."
"I have a question." Tony raised his hand.
Ziva sighed roughly and then turned back to him. He was just being a distraction again. "Yes, Tony?"
"Does he have a key for these?" He pulled at his hand cuffs to show what he meant.
"Do you?" Ziva again had turn her attentions back to Chezick tiredly.
"Behind the table, third drawer to the top." Chezick grunted.
She heard Tony fumbling about in the back round and rolled her eyes.
"Got it!" He called out.
"Good." She mumbled. "Now," She pressed firmly of Chezick's arm as he writhed in pain underneath her. "Are you sure you don't have anything important to tell me?"
"Us," Tony corrected he irritably from somewhere behind her.
She ground her teeth together and then restated. "Do you have anything to tell us?" She nearly hissed.
"No." Chezick tried to wrench himself out of Ziva's grip but she stayed strong. "As I told you, I know nothing."
"Well, then." Ziva pressed something to the pack of his head and Chezick broke out into a cold sweat. "Since you are of no more use to us…" Chezick heard the click of a gun being cocked.
"Ziva," Tony attempted to keep his voice even. "You don't want to do that."
"Why not?" The object was pressed hard to the back of Chezick's head. "It could be fun. And it is not as if I have to clean up the mess."
"Alright! Alright!" Chezick screamed, desperately fighting against Ziva. "All I know is, someone hired me to kidnap you."
"Who?" The object was pressed even harder against the base of his skull.
"I don't know!" He screamed.
"Ziva," Tony's voice held warning.
"Is there anything else?" Ziva's teeth clicked at the end of her words.
"No!" Chezick began to cry. "Please don't kill me!"
Ziva chuckled mirthlessly and he felt the pressure at the back of his head leave. She held his cell phone in front of his face.
"Bang."
She slammed his face forward into the wall and he was rendered unconscious once again.
Tony pouted slightly in his corner, rubbing his slightly red, but free wrists. Did he ever get to be the bad cop?
He sighed. Probably not.
"Tony," Ziva turned back to him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah…" He sighed, tossing her the key to the hand cuffs.
"Batman?"
He smirked. "Yeah…"
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Yeesh, so much Batman. *punches self with 'x' key* Sorry! Won't happen again (maybe… probably not) I just wanted to clarify real fast that the vest… the one with the bomb on it… it straps on like a bullet proof vest, so she could put it on with cuffs on. Just wanted to make clear, because I got confused when I was writing it, so I was pretty sure, one might be confused while reading it :D Woo, long chapter. I'm tired. Now 3:04 in the morning. Bed time?