Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the TV show. They belong to Belisarius Productions and CBS. I did really then Jeanne and Mann wouldn't have existed and Tiva would be awesome.
A/N: Okay so who will die? We'll find out shortly. Thanks to OZNCISLover from NFA for her help on this chapter! Please review and let me know what you think! Enjoy! Kandon
Gibbs stepped out of the elevator and walked quickly into the bullpen! The sight of what looked like a bomb had gone off in the bullpen made him raise an eyebrow! "What the hell happened?" Gibbs looked towards McGee who had his head tilted backwards while Abby placed what looked like a face washer over one of his eyes.
"Gibbs!" Abby moaned as if she were hurting. "She took off ten minutes after you left!"
"Why didn't you stop her?" Gibbs glared towards McGee.
Abby placed a hand on Gibbs' shoulder, "Look around oh fearless leader!" Gibbs surveyed the mess and Abby continued, "McGee and Lucas tried to prevent her!"
Gibbs looked about trying to find Lucas, "Where is Survage?"
McGee looked over at Gibbs, "Ziva broke his nose! He was the first one to stand in her way and tell her that you had to be in control!" McGee gave Gibbs a small smile, "It was a punch you would have been proud of Boss!"
"Then she punched Timmy in the face and gave him a hard punch the guts," Abby interjected into the conversation.
"What made her do all this?" Gibbs said still bewildered as to why Ziva had suddenly lost all control of herself.
"She started going on about how it was all her fault and that she should never have stayed silent," Abby explained. "Then she went to her desk and pulled her SIG out. Lucas tried to stop her and that's when she hit him!" Abby hugged Gibbs, "She'll be okay, right Gibbs?"
The question snapped Gibbs out of his shock. He pulled Abby off him and looked at McGee, "Can you still shoot?"
"Yeah Boss!" McGee rose from his seat.
"Gear up, flak jacket radio and get a shot gun!" Gibbs said as he ran up the stairs. He stopped and looked at Abby, "Abs, I want you to monitor Ziva's and Tony's phones and send us through any information you have on both of them!"
"Gibbs!" Abby called to him, "Bring them both back safely!"
"I'll try Abs!" Gibbs mumbled as he headed into Jenny's office, "I'll try!"
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Ziva glanced at her watch, she had no more then half an hour to find Tony and stop Cyriac. This was the final hangar that either of them could be in, it was the last hangar for a sniper to shoot from so it made perfect sense that this would be where Cyriac was hiding. She darted across the tarmac of Dulles International Airport. She froze as she reached a hangar and ducked behind the flimsy wall of the hangar. She pulled the SIG out from her belt she twisted to stand in the opening of the hangar. It was silent, no movement and no Tony. She moved deeper into the hangar. "Where are you Tony?" Ziva said to herself, trying to keep her fear and anxiety down.
She stopped at the final door close to the back of the building. Pressing herself the she listened for noise from within. The slightest noise would give her hope. She was rewarded after two minutes of constant listening by the sound of someone groaning in pain on the opposite side. She pivoted, SIG pointed at the lock on the door, "Stand clear!" she shouted as loudly as she dared in case Cyriac was nearby. It wouldn't have mattered anyhow; the blast from the SIG would have alerted him. Besides Ziva was in a rush, saving Tony and stopping Cyriac from killing her last living relative was all that mattered. The SIG firing echoed in the silent hanger, Ziva kicked at the door.
Ziva froze as she stood looking at the man who was literally hanging around. Tony DiNozzo looked like someone of the undead! The dried blood on his face, neck and shirt made him look like something out of a horror movie. Tony coughed as she stood there and rivulets of blood ran from the side of his mouth. The scary thing was that Tony was hanging from the ceiling by barbed wire. He was hanging awkwardly as if he had been tortured. Ziva turned around to cover her behind, satisfied no one was going to come in from behind she walked in. Tony's swollen eyelids rose as best as he could to see who the newcomer was. He coughed again, more blood seeping from his mouth, "Goddamn Plague!" He muttered, to Ziva he sounded different. His voice sounded strained and dry.
"Tony!" Ziva whispered, as she closed with him, "I'm so sorry, I should have told you and McGee about Cyriac!"
Tony laughed sardonically, "You're not another one of Cyriac's mind games are you? Cause if you are I'm not falling for it!" He coughed again allowing the blood to spill onto his now tattered shirt.
Ziva looked at him with alarm, then walked round behind him to remove his bonds. She gasped, "Tony! He's…" Cyriac was inflicting pain, a speciality of his.
"He's bound my wrists with barbed wire!" Tony said sarcastically again, he gritted his teeth as he gave his wrists a slight jerk to show her it was barbed wire. "Oh shit…Yeah hurts like hell," Tony watched her as Ziva returned to his bloodied face, "But it won't happen to you he'll just kill you like all the other Ziva's!"
Ziva lost Tony at that point, "All the other Ziva's Tony?"
"Yeah, the mock Ziva's they're used to play with my head!" Tony said as if explaining something so trivial, but Ziva could see fear in his eyes, "It works! If you were the real Ziva, I sure as hell would try everything to save you!"
"It's me Tony!" Ziva said frantically as if she expected Cyriac to appear at the door to Tony's dungeon.
"Aha, yeah like I'd believe that!" Tony said unconvinced as he continued ti wince and groan as the barbed wire dug in!
Ziva let out a frustrated groan, "Okay, you like to watch movies…the usual suspects is a favourite!"
"Ha!" Tony said unaffected by this statement, "It was sitting on my coffee table when Cyriac kidnapped me!"
"I snore like a drunken sailor with emphysema," Ziva said smiling at him, "You tried to get me to shut up and I placed that gun under your chin…you said to me 'Nothing, I thought I heard something', remember Tony!"
Tony's eyelid opened as wide as they would let him horror and fear clearly visible in his eyes, "Oh god, get out of here now! He's setting you up!"
"Not without you Tony," Ziva said walking around behind him, "I got you into this pigsty…I'm going to get you out!"
"No Ziva, I want you to get out of here right now!" Tony said authority in his voice now, "You're not becoming Kate! Besides the word is mess not pigsty, NOW GO!"
"No!" Ziva walked round to his face and pressed up close, "I can't lose you Tony!"
"You'd manage just fine," Tony snapped stubbornly back at her. "Now get out of here!"
Ziva was getting nowhere with the stubborn man, she ignored his ranting and raving his threats and bullying. She pulled the wire cutter sitting on a drum in the corner off and quickly cut the barbed wire that held him hanging from the ceiling. Tony landed heavily and gave Ziva a furious look, "If we live through this I'll murder you with my own hands!" Ziva was about to cut the barbed wire around his wrist, Tony stopped her.
"What?" Ziva said looking at him.
Tony looked at her with pleading eyes, "Please don't cut that, you do and I'll be bleeding to death. It's dug into my artery!"
"Tony!" Ziva eyes filled with pain as she nodded understandingly and with complete comprehension, "Let's go!"
They left the room, Tony leaning heavily on Ziva as they walked towards a stack of crates close to the open hangar. Cyriac stepped out from behind the crates, the JERICHO in his hand, "Leaving so soon bitch?" Ziva and Tony leapt for the cover of some empty oil drums, as bullets ricocheted off of the drums.
A/N: Okay so what does everyone think? Please review and get back to me about this! Kandon.