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Peppymint's Fanfiction Blitz of 2017, Day Seven of Seven

Chapter Eight

Say what you will about the wee folk, they were fast. In short order they had lead the pair around countless hazards, until they were right outside the cavern where the missing NCIS agents were being held. Harry smiled at the wee folk in thanks before waving them off. He didn't wish for them to be hurt. This wasn't their fight.

Tony's eyes held more than a bit of amber as he surveyed the scene. Gibbs and McGee were bloodied and beaten, chained to the far wall. But, they were alive. As for Ziva, the agent had to restrain a snarl of rage as he beheld his teammate. The Israeli appeared to be unconscious. She had been dressed in a snow white gown and had been tied to an altar. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what the killer meant for her.

Tony fingered his gun, gaze focusing on his suspect. Clearly, he thought to himself, someone had a sense for the dramatic. The man was young, early twenties. His crimson silk robes had been heavily embroidered with arcane symbols and his staff had a large crystal on top of it. The floor was also covered in symbols, the metallic scent to the air a dark clue as to what the man had used for paint.

Tony's eyes flicked to the fully trained wizard beside him, than back to the killer. Under different circumstances, it would have been funny. However, this wasn't a movie. Motioning for Harry to hang back, Tony drew his weapon and strode forward. "NCIS," he announced his presence. "Drop the staff and put your hands on your head. You are under arrest." He readied himself to dodge anything from a fireball to lightning.

"Get out of here DiNozzo," Gibbs barked pulling against his restraints. He didn't understand what was going on here, or how this was possible. But he did know he wasn't losing another agent.

"Sorry boss," Tony apologized, aim remaining steady even though he suspected the killer could shield. "No can do."

As for the suspect, he laughed. "Are you serious?" he chuckled. "You think you can take me? You? A mere mortal?"

This time Tony did snarl, eyes going completely amber, round pupils becoming slits as nails morphed into claws. "I think I can damn well try," he snapped. His fangs glinted in the light cast by the man's torches. He ignored McGee's shocked gasp and the way Gibbs' face had gone blank. He would deal with it later.

"Ahh," the demon summoner breathed. "Not so mortal I see." After a moment, he smiled darkly. "But still powerless." If the agent had been able to act, he would have done so already. The black haired man ran his tongue across his teeth thoughtfully. "Though if you wanted to trade yourself for one of the men I might be amendable." Not the woman however, she was too valuable.

"No deal," Tony said. He wasn't that stupid. Also, even in his limited experience he knew practitioners of Black Magic rarely kept their word if they could avoid it. A promise to someone like him, the agent knew, wouldn't even be worth the paper it was written on.

The killer didn't seem overly bothered by the refusal. That just meant he would have to claim his prize by force. This agent could be worth a great deal in certain circles. "And your name brave one?" he asked.

Tony scoffed. He definitely wasn't that stupid. "No one important; just a very special agent, and I would like my team back, now."

A sly smile spread across the killer's face as his staff took on an ominous glow. "You amuse me agent," he said. "Just how exactly do you plan to take them back?"

Tony's returning smile was grim. "Easy," he replied. "You might not think you need explain yourself to the enforcers of mortal law, but you still have to explain yourself to him.

To Be Continued

I know. I'm horrible. But I am still working on the rest of the scene.

I will try to have it up within the next week. In the meantime, hope you enjoyed the Blitz of 2017. This was year two and I am going to try and make it an annual thing. We'll see how it goes.