Hey guys,

Wassup?

I know it's been a while since I updated-In my defence, I just discovered Hetalia: Axis Powers in all its blinding glory *shields eyes against bright light* can't- see-

And I would just like to say, BnBfanatic, thank-you for your advice. It is always nice to have a critic! :P I did actually re-read the 5th chapter myself in order to write this one, and I went….

Reading, reading, reading, wait WHAT? WHEN DID TONY COME IN?

Reareading, rereading, rereading…. No I still don't get it.

I WROTE THIS WTF

And, of course, thank-you to my biffles, Ayayne458 and Tiva-McAbby4life (even though I haven't seen you in weeks- goddamn these winter colds!)and all the others who have been so kind to not tell me what their account names are *cries- why, oh why?*

I am sick at the moment, so don't expect anything fantastic. Really, this will probably suck.

Anyhoo, I'm kind of waffling. Tnx everyone 4 readin! Kisses,

-Slayer

Ziva stared once more at the notes in her binder. "I think we may have gotten the wrong guy."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that… Well, it's obviously not Mr. Harding. He's ben helping the investigation, for god's sake. I think that… Well, we were wrong before, weren't we? Could we not be wrong again?"

Gibbs felt the corners of his mouth tighten as he glanced at his watch.

"Ziva, he has been missing for too long. If you have even the slightest idea as to where he might be, tell me now or stop wasting my time."

She stared back at him and shook her head.

Gibbs sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I know what he meant to you, but he's like a son to me I don't want to find out that we were too late."

Ziva looked away, just as the television flickered to life. Her folder dropped to her feet, her hands limp.

Tony felt his toes curl and his almost-sightless eyes flutter closed as the hair on his scalp began to lift off.

He gritted his teeth against the pain and refused to scream but he knew it was small measures- they would hear his pain and there was nothing he could do about it.

It was because he was weak. He didn't have the strength to withstand the pain, the strength to ignore it. By the end of this session he would be curled up and crying like a baby- because he had no strength at all. He never had.

More hair came out as they pulled it from his flesh. He'd never before realised just how painful it would be to have his hair pulled out.

The large man stood before him, and whispered, "I'm tired out of games. I want to see if you can figure it out."

He turned away from Tony, shouting at a non-existant camera,

"You have 40 hours! If you find me, you can kill me, like you killed my brother! Like you KILLED MY SON!"

"But if you don't find me," he said softly, approaching the camera, "Then I WIN."

Gibbs reared back in shock- he had a deadline, and a clue.

He made to turn away from the screen and then spun rapidly around again.

Tony was making a sound like an animal in pain. Almost all his hair had been pulled out.

Words managed to claw themselves out of his throat and fell, like lead weights, to the floor. "Don'… bother finding… me. I'm… nothing… deserve it… you don' careanyway…" and he susbsided into howls as the last of the hair was pulled from his head.

Gibbs felt his heart hollow out and drop to the floor, but Ziva, still standing across from him, followed her folder to the floor.

Ziva couldn't feel anything. She thought she must have been curling up into a ball, must have been crying, but all she could think was that she had failed Tony. He was broken now, and she wasn't sure if she would ever put him back together.

She realised that she was even more tied to him than she had thought- she felt her unfeeling nerves shattering, blowing to pieces.

She was left alone, in the quiet of her mind.

With Tony.

Gibbs knelt to the ground beside Ziva, shaking her. She was curled in on herself and crying uncontrollably. She was shaking, as if it was cold.

He looked away, eyes resting on her folder. Surely… there must have been something…

McGee was in the corridor, waiting from the elevator. His mind was completely blank.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and took it out- Gibbs.

"Yes? What is it?" he asked.

"I think I'm beginning to figure it out," said Gibbs.

"What?"

"You see, Ziva has written on her notes on Nicholas Temple. It says here that there was several photos of him on the wall- and a man that looked exactly like him. I think he had a twin brother."

"Seriously? The 'It wasn't me, it was my evil twin brother'?"

"The dark-haired man on the screen fit Temple's profile exactly- the only thing missing was the fact he kept torturing Tony after Nicholas's death. If it isn't Nicholas anymore, but rather his brother, then we have our explanation."

"I don't know… I think we're still missing something. Surely not?"

"Look, I've looked up Temple's file. He had a brother called Matthew. I'm looking him up now, to see if they really are twins, and if so, if Matthew really does live in the right place."

McGee nodded. "What do you want me to do?"

"Go to Temple's place. See if you can find anything on Matthew."

McGee nodded again and flipped his phone shut.

Tony didn't bother looking up. It didn't do any good anymore anyway. "Who is it?"

"It's me," said Wanda.

"Hello Me. I always wondered what talking to myself would be like. Curiously stimulating. Although, I do wonder if this means I am really mad."

"You know I won't tell you my name. Or who I am."

"Yes, though I have no idea why. The likelihood that I will survive this is extremely low. And I don't see how the knowledge would hurt me in any way."

The voice sighed. "You're right. I'm Don. And I was… Look, don't get all homophobic on me now. I was Mikey's boyfriend."

"Then why don't you hate me?"

"Because I don't blame you for what you did. I'm not even sure you did shoot him. But in any event, it was his own fault that he died. He was in a bad way, and he was associating with bad people. He would have died soon anyway.

"I loved the good in him, you see, but it was being killed by the bad. He was rotting and I was scared, because I couldn't make him better. And I wasn't sure how much time I had left with him anyway. He broke my heart, but at least this way I know it wasn't all his fault. I refuse to let his memory be soured by something as petty as anger."

"I wish I was as sure about my love as you, mate. I remember I thought I was, but now I'm not."

"You have to hold onto love. It's beautiful simply because it hurts. If it didn't cause us pain it would be worth nothing."

"I know. I just don't want to think about it now."

Don nodded and left.

Gibbs heard his phone ring and answered, swivelling his chair. "Yes?"

"I've found it," McGee answered tersely.

"Found what?"

"Matthew Temple's address. He lives just out of town, in a big house. I think this might be it."

Gibbs felt himself nod slowly. "You could be right."

I'm coming, Tony. I'll find you and I'll make sure they never hurt you again.

I'll find you.