Ziva and Tony walked through the hallways of interrogation, running into McGee and Abby arguing in the hallway about something stupid. They pushed pass them and into the door of interrogation room one.
"Ummm… guys! Gibbs said not to go in there yet!" McGee yelled as they barged through the door. When they slammed the door behind them, Ziva looked towards the glass; to Gibbs, Jenny, Abby, and McGee. Gibbs and Jenny knew what this look meant. Gibbs looked to Jenny for confirmation then switched off the video camera. Ziva and Tony watched the red light go off and then turned to the man in front of them, who was the spitting image of the one from Ziva's sketch.
"Where. Are. They." Tony said menacingly. The man smirked and opened his mouth to speak.
"I have no idea who you are speaking of, Agent…." Isaac Hill said, he had a Russian accent, and Ziva and Tony knew immediately what was going on. He was Russian Mafia.
"DiNozzo, you bastard. So, Isaac, but then again, that probably isn't your real name, your Russian, that isn't a Russian name. Is that your "code name" for the Mafia? It isn't a very good name, too common." Tony said, playing Gibbs's interrogation game, but adding a little of the DiNozzo sarcasm in. Hill spat at Tony.
"Oh! Feisty aren't we! So, let me guess, hmmmm…. Officer David, what are some popular Russian names?" Tony asked, looking to Ziva.
"Well, Agent DiNozzo, for surnames there is Smirnov, Ivanov, Kutneztov, and Popov." Ziva said. Hill twitched as she said the second name, Ivanov, and it didn't go unnoticed by Tony or Ziva.
"Hmmmm…. Ivanov, nice. So, what about first names, I've heard that Stefan is popular. What about Anton, Ivan, or ohhhh…. Slavik!" Tony said, watching the man intently for the slightest twitch. "No? None of those? Well, then, how about Boris, or Ilya." He twitched as Tony said Ilya.
"Oh! Ilya Ivanov! You aren't a very good liar, maybe the Mafia should dispose of you. Or I could?" Ziva said menacingly. As they learned the name, McGee and Abby ran off to the lab to pull up searches on it.
"Shut up, you Israeli bitch." Ilya Ivanov spat and Ziva grabbed his shoulder threateningly.
"Noticed my accent, huh? Well, yes, I am Israeli, and I am also Mossad. Now, you do not want to provoke me too much, I will not hesitate to kill you. Now, where are our kids?" Ziva whispered.
"Oh, our kids? You and the Italian married?" Ivanov asked stupidly, Ziva was already teetering on the edge of killing him. At the comment, Ziva grabbed his right arm and snapped it easily. He gritted his teeth and grabbed his shattered elbow, but didn't let any sound of pain out. Gibbs pushed the intercom button.
"Ziva, don't kill him just yet. We may need him." Gibbs said. Ziva looked at Ilya and was about to snap something else, but Tony pulled her back.
"Allow me, Zee." He said and jerked the man's chair out from under the table.
"Where are they?" When he didn't answer Tony kicked the man's shin with such force that there was a sickening crack of the bone shattering like the elbow.
"154 Washington Road." He said painfully. Tony grinned and punched the guy hard enough to knock him out.
"That was for taking our kids." He whispered as Ivanov fell to the floor and ran out of the door.