CHAPTER 10

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 18th, 9.35 PM

Alexis had grabbed a hold of the root of Tony's shaft as she was moving up and down on him, stopping the condom from sliding off. Tony's mind seemed to be spinning in all directions, shattered and unconnected thoughts kept running through his brain and his heart was thumping so hard and fast that even his hearing was affected. The sensation – even through the rubber – was making him involuntarily arch his back and pressing the back of his head into the mattress. He just couldn't believe that this was happening, it seemed so unreal… yet frighteningly real. He tried as hard as he could to not feel the arousal that the friction was causing – why was he not able to stop his approaching climax?? He felt more embarrassed and humiliated than he had ever felt before… he wished that he had fought her early, even though that what was left of his rational mind was telling him that he couldn't have. He would have got himself killed if he had… and somehow he wished that he then SHOULD have fought her. That would have been more humane than this. To his embarrassment he could hear himself letting out small groans and gasps – he couldn't hold it in.

"Stop…", Tony managed to say as he felt his heart almost cramping. It felt like it was going to explode…

"Not yet", was Alexis' answer as she started riding him harder. She herself was short of breath and panting as she took advantage of his body. She loved the look in his hazel and greenish eyes… he looked pretty much like a deer trapped in the head lights of a speeding car. She could feel how he was twitching under her – he was about to come. She could feel it. And she started to ride him even harder, making him grimace from the pain radiating from his throbbing manhood and his racing heart. It wouldn't take long now….

"P… Please…!!", Tony groaned as he felt how he couldn't hold it back. Alexis let out a chuckle as she leaned down over him, her breasts pressing against his chest through the fabric of her grey blouse. Whispering in his ear, Alexis felt how she herself was cramping in an orgasm:

"Yes... yes... yes!", she panted and as her hot breath hit the side of Tony's neck, he squirmed and almost buckled as he came:

"God…! Ohhh…! No…!", he groaned as he felt his release take control of his body and he turned his head to the side, gritting his teeth as the sensation rolled through him like powerful waves of pain mixed with odd and unwanted pleasure. Finally the twitching seemed to subside and he tried to calm down just a little, but his heart kept racing as if he was still in the middle of an orgasm. Grinning Alexis got off of him and looked down at him – he was covered in sweat, semen slowly trickling down his hips and thighs and his cheeks were flushed with red. His hair was pointing in all directions and she could tell that he had trouble looking her in the eyes. Alexis let out a sigh of satisfaction:

"I really enjoyed that, Anthony…", she just said and Tony glared at her again – or rather, her nose. He didn't have anything to say. What was the point anyway? She had completely taken away his dignity…

"Just kill me already", Tony said under his breath and watched her as she walked to the chest of drawers by the wall. Again she opened a drawer and rummaged about for something. 'Oh god, what now…?', Tony thought as he found that his eyes were again scanning his surroundings for some sort of way out. But he had done that about twenty times already… His glance returned to her as she turned around, holding something between her fingers:

"Know what this is?", she asked in an innocent tone of voice and approached the bed again. Tony's eyes narrowed as he tried to fight his blurred vision… it looked like a wooden splinter. Confused he looked up at Alexis who was towering above him. She had a skew smile on her face as she sat down next to him, holding the rather large needle-like piece of wood in front of his face for him to see.

"What's that?", Tony asked and she grinned:

"The last thing you will ever feel, DiNozzo. Just like Aaron did", she just said and ruffled his hair. Frustrated he turned his head to the side:

"What, you killed him too?", Tony asked and gasped as she grabbed a hold of his hair, pulling his head backwards – her eyes were blazing:

"I already TOLD you!! YOU killed him!", she snarled and looked at him closely. Tony's mind was racing. He certainly hadn't killed Aaron, if he had he would remember! He had liked that kid!

"No, I didn't…!!", Tony hissed and jerked his head to the side, making her lose her grip on his hair. It smarted as hair strands was pulled out of his scalp by his sudden movement. Letting out a growl Alexis jumped up from the bed, pointing her index finger at him:

"YOU flunked him…! That's why he isn't here anymore! He hung himself, Anthony! Because of YOU!", she yelled and Tony's eyes grew wide…

"He… hung himself…?", Tony asked as he recalled how troubled the young man had to have been. Why hadn't he anticipated that? Why hadn't he… he could have helped him! But he hadn't seen the signs… Oh god…

"Yes, Anthony, he did!! Exactly one year ago… and now… justice will be done. Feel that aching heart?", she asked and Tony frowned. Alexis noticed and sent him a smile:

"That's you dying… and before you do, I will make what's rest of your life a living hell", she said and smiled a cold smile.


THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 18th, 9.45 PM

Gibbs eyed his surroundings like a falcon on the hunt as he speeded down 54th street. They didn't have much time, he could sense it. Ziva was on his six, driving like a mad woman – barely avoiding parked cars and oncoming traffic. Picking up his phone Gibbs rang McGee:

**

"Did you find Tony, boss??", was McGee's anxious greeting.

"About to. Have you got the witnesses?", Gibbs asked as he drove past block A.

"Yes, boss, I'm at the headquarters – they're all in custody, waiting to be questioned", McGee said.

"Then what are you waiting for? Get your ass to 54th street!", Gibbs commanded and hung up.

"What's on 54th street? I mean yes, boss…! Hello…?", McGee said in the other end of the line until he realized that Gibbs had hung up several seconds earlier.

**

Gibbs stepped on the brakes as he eyed block D and the tires of the red Ford was sliding across the asphalt with a loud, shrieking sound. At the moment there was no one in the opposite lane and pulling the wheel hard to the left, Gibbs drove down an alley. Ziva followed. There wasn't much light here, most of the street lamps had gone out, shedding only little light on the broken drainpipes. Gibbs had slowed down and drove past several doors with numbers on them… as he turned a narrow corner he noticed a sign with several numbers on a door – apartments 6-10! This was it… and as he stopped the car he saw his own grey car parked next to a van on a small parking lot. Ziva stopped right behind him – and they were both quickly out of their cars, drawing their guns. Approaching the door, they could see that it was a little ajar… but there was nothing to be heard. Gibbs looked at Ziva, who carefully grabbed the door handle and slowly swung the door open – immediately Gibbs was inside, pointing his gun in all possible directions… no one was there. A concrete staircase led upwards and a small set of stairs led to a basement. Gibbs turned to the mail boxes – and sure enough, one read Cassandra Lydia Jenkins, apartment 8. That was on the first floor and Gibbs made his way slowly up the stairs with his gun pointing at any possible angle from where someone might take a shot at him. He waved at Ziva to cover his back while he headed up the stairs… the silence was almost deafening as his overstrained blue eyes were looking for any and every movement.

"Gibbs?", Ziva suddenly whispered and Gibbs almost jumped, but didn't remove his gaze from the stairs above him.

"WHAT, agent David…?!", he whispered back in annoyance. Carefully Ziva appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking at Gibbs who was in a kind of frozen position as he held his gun in front of him.

"The janitor's mailbox…", she started, and Gibbs cut her off:

"What about it…?!", he whispered, still in this locked position. 'She better have a damn good reason', Gibbs thought. Ziva looked at him:

"There's a playboy sticker on it", she whispered and Gibbs frowned and felt how he flushed with anger:

"Any point as to why you're delaying us?", Gibbs whispered, this time a tiny bit louder – his eyes still locked at the hidden angles above him.

"The playboy bunny, boss…", Ziva said and immediately Gibbs unfroze and headed back down the stairs, clapping her shoulder lightly:

"You might just have saved Tony's life", Gibbs said and sent her a brief smile.

"Let's go to the rabbit's hole…", Gibbs added and started down the stairs to the basement, again holding his gun in front of him.
As the stairs ended a long, dark hallway with only little light from some bulbs in the ceiling led them further forwards. There were doors on all sides, but obviously they had to find the one belonging to the janitor… Gibbs stopped for a moment as they reached the last part of the hallway… he thought he had heard something. Ziva stopped too, but if there HAD been a noise, it was gone now. Continuing down the corridor-like hallway they reached the last door… a tiny, pink Playboy sticker was on the door and a metal sign said 'JANITOR'. Gibbs motioned for Ziva to go first and he stepped to the side as she lifted up her foot – and kicked the door in with a loud 'crash'.
Splinters flew everywhere and for a second Gibbs and Ziva were blinded by a strong, white light from strip lamps in the ceiling. However it quickly subsided, and as they looked in they were met by the horrible sight of Tony, bruised and battered, lying naked on a bed in the middle of the room. Duct tape covered his mouth and his ankles and wrists were tied to the bed posts. Tony seemed to be yelling under the tape, but the sound was low and weak. Ziva immediately stepped inside, turning to the right, away from the door – but her gun was snatched out of her hand and before she knew it she had her own gun under her chin and was being pulled away from the door opening. Immediately Gibbs was inside, pointing his gun at Alexis who was using Ziva as a personal shield. For a moment Gibbs' steel eyes met Ziva's… and a tiny smile appeared on Gibbs' face. Alexis obviously didn't know who she had just taken hostage.

"Move and she's dead!", Alexis almost yelped and pressed the gun against the soft skin under Ziva's chin.

"Put your gun down!!", Alexis yelled and Gibbs tilted his head a bit:

"Alright… just take it easy, Cassandra…", he said and started to lower the gun. In the middle of everything Tony's vision was blurring fast as his heart seemed to beat so fast that the rhythm became one big thump.….Cassandra??? He had tried to warn them, but he couldn't – even his voice was giving out. His cheeks were completely flushed with red from the extreme humiliation… naked and hard as he was he watched how Alexis… Cassandra was yelling at Gibbs to put down his gun. Tony couldn't believe they were here. 'This is like a bad movie', his confused mind said.

"Not yet! Not yet!!", Cassandra growled in desperation as she tried to drag Ziva to the back of the room. However Ziva was starting to resist slowly, just to shake Cassandra out of it.

"Not yet what?", Gibbs asked, his gun still moving towards the floor. He was moving slowly, and Cassandra had noticed:

"Drop the fucking gun!! He has to die!!", she shrieked in a highpitched voice. However just as she finished her sentence, Ziva's leg shot up and the front of her boot slammed into Cassandra's nose, forcing her head to swing backwards from the force of the blow. Blood sprayed from her nose and for just a second she lost her grip on the gun – and Ziva took advantage of it. Twisting herself out of Cassandra's grip she grabbed the gun out of her hands and hit her hard in the stomach with the handle. With a loud yelp Cassandra backed away and fell to the floor by the chest of drawers, one hand on her bloody nose and one on her aching stomach… the wind had been knocked out of her, and she couldn't move. However she tried to drag herself into a standing position by grabbing a hold of the chest of drawers – Tony's gun was on top of it. Just as she reached it, Gibbs tore it out of her hand and pointed it at her with his icy eyes blazing:

"Give me an excuse…!", he snarled in a low voice. Cassandra seemed to freeze for a few seconds – and then she started crying hysterically:

"NO! No, you can't do this!!! He killed Aaron! He has to die…!!!", Cassandra almost pleaded as she twisted in Ziva's grasp. Cassandra then stared at Gibbs coldly:

"Shoot me, agent Gibbs, come on…!!! Or don't you have the guts…?", she said in a flat voice. However Gibbs just said:

"THAT won't work on me… Cuff her, agent David"

As Ziva forced Cassandra's fighting hands on her back, Gibbs quickly walked over to the bed and carefully placed his jacket on top of Tony, covering his naked body. Lacking words, Gibbs carefully removed the duct tape from Tony's mouth. Not looking him in the eyes Tony licked his dry and smarting lips… the room was spinning.

"What the…", a voice said behind them and Gibbs spun around, reaching for his gun – however it was just McGee standing in the doorway… next to Ducky.

"Ducky, the anti-dote!!", Gibbs said and Dr Mallard immediately walked up to the bed and grabbed a syringe from his pocket. However as soon as Tony saw the light glistening in the cold steel of the needle, he started squirming:

"No…!", he yelled hoarsely and Gibbs grabbed a hold of his shoulders:

"Tony!!! It's us, it's us, you're safe!", he said in a paternal voice and this seemed to calm Tony down a little, but still his eyes were large and scared.

"It's an antidote for what she gave you", Gibbs assured as Ducky held a stethoscope to Tony's naked chest. He jumped by the touch.

"No time to waste, my dear boy…", Ducky said as he stuck the syringe in Tony's thigh – Tony let out a frightened yelp as he felt the needle penetrate his muscle. Gibbs swallowed as he watched the agonized look on Tony's bruised face.

"Warfarin and erythromycin… will do the trick… he needs an antidote for that too though", Ducky said as he injected the fluid. Sighing Ducky shook his head:

"There, he needs to go to the hospital… But he is out of immediate danger", Ducky said as he pulled out the syringe. Tony's eyes were closed… even though his mind was in a haze, he just couldn't look at anyone. He wished he was dead…

"No!! You bastards!!! No!!!", Cassandra's voice was screaming as Ziva led her down the hallway.
Carefully Gibbs untied Tony, who barely reacted to the sensation of his wrists and ankles being freed. Gibbs felt how he was relieved… but at the same time his heart sank just by looking at Tony. He HAD wanted to kill Cassandra, but he couldn't let himself. He'd rather see her fry…

"Oh my god…", McGee said. He hadn't moved an inch from the doorway and Gibbs swore that he had never seen him this pale.

"Bag everything, McGee", Gibbs said as two men with a stretcher came in. McGee didn't answer at first… then he managed to nod and shakily he put on his gloves.

"DiNozzo…", Gibbs said and watched how Tony's closed eyelids were twitching. However he didn't open them. Gibbs knew that he would never be able to understand what this had to be like for Tony… Carefully Gibbs squeezed his hand lightly.

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