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Chapter Ten
McGee and Ziva managed to procure a rental car without any difficulty, and by noon, had loaded it up with things they might need while spending significant time in it. At that point, Tim let Ziva take the wheel, knowing she was better at tailing someone inconspicuously than he was. Tim pulled out his back up laptop, and began working to get it up and running with everything he needed in order to track Tony's phone. He pinged it, and the program showed that it was still at the Hoover building.
They headed towards the building, and found a metered spot about a block away. Ziva pulled out a small pair of binoculars to watch the cars as they left, and Tim put two dollars in change in the meter. They sat quietly for a long time, Ziva watching for cars with two people in them, and Tim going back and forth between watching and tracking down the information that he suspected Tony would be tracking if they were going to go after Don Parleurs.
They were snacking on some of the stuff they had grabbed when Ziva suddenly turned the car over and pulled out onto the street. McGee sat back and slipped his seatbelt on. Ziva reached over and grabbed hers, pulling it across her chest and handed it off to Tim to buckle for her.
"I figure they'll go after Parleurs tonight while he's at work or on the way to work. If I were them, I'd raid his place first though, so we might have to wait until the guy gets off work tonight. His most recent tax records and bank account deposits all come from some minimart. I called up there last night, and asked for Don, and they told me to expect him working third shift, and that if it was a "personal business issue", to come in person. Must be dealing from the place."
Ziva watched Tony turn left at the next intersection and saw she was going to miss them at the light. She hung a hard left down an alley, and came out the other side in time to watch Tony drive down another block and onto the ramp to merge with Beltway traffic. Tim saw too and grabbed the handle above his door, closing his eyes. Ziva flew out into traffic and got onto the highway, able to see Tony and Gibbs ahead of her a bit. She sped up, and when she was close enough, she hung back behind another car a lane over.
Tim opened his eyes again once he felt the danger levels change, shook it off, and went back to researching on his computer.
First thing he tried to do was ping Tony's cell phone again. He couldn't, but he'd expected that. He took out a camera from the bag at his feet and tried to zoom in on the license plate of the car. He took a dozen pictures as Ziva tried to change lanes inconspicuously so he could get the shot. He finally got enough of it to feed it into the system. It came back registered to a Gaylord Dickenshire, and Tim burst out laughing.
Ziva looked at him in confused surprise. "What is so funny about this?" she asked.
"I know what Tony's cover name is. Gaylord Dickenshire."
.Ziva joined him in his laughter. "Wow, that is… a rather unusual name. How did you figure that out?"
"The car is registered to him, and Tony told me one time that he wished he was still my SFA so he could send me undercover with that name. He and Fornell came up with it one night drinking or something. Or maybe it was on stakeout. I'm not sure, but I remember being eternally grateful that Tony wasn't in charge of making up my covers anymore."
"I could see Tony doing that, and I can see Fornell doing so as well. Looks like Tony is the one receiving the practical jokes now," Ziva said with a satisfied smirk.
They pulled off the highway two cars back from Tony and Gibbs. They followed them to the right off the exit, and then pulled into a restaurant parking lot when they saw that their quarry was turning into a motel down the road. They waited in a spot where they could barely see the exit in case the car pulled back out, but fifteen minutes later, it still hadn't. Ziva slowly drove down the road, driving past to see that Tony and Gibbs were going into a room together. Tim was able to see that it was the third door from the end of the building with the office attached. They went two blocks up and stopped at a gas station to use the bathroom and grab something to eat.
When they got back to the car, they sat there for a moment plotting their next move. They decided to try parking across the street from the motel in the lot of an office building until someone made them move. It was still pretty busy, in the lot, and they tried to blend in as best as possible.
Tim pulled out his laptop and started doing his best to hack through firewalls and security settings. He got really quiet, and Ziva turned away from watching the door to notice the intense look at Tim's face.
"What are you doing?" she asked quietly, raising the binoculars back to her eyes.
"I am trying to get more information on the Giovanni's. If they are going this dark without telling us, there has to be a reason. There's something we're not being told. I don't like that. Tony wouldn't ask us not to get involved, wouldn't tell Abby what he told her, and Gibbs wouldn't leave without at least a warning to me, if there wasn't something much deeper here than what we've been told. It's going to be tough though hacking through there on a satellite card."
Tim's fingers never stopped moving and the clicking was soon soothing Ziva's nerves in a white noise kind of way. She knew that Tim would find what they needed. She had no doubts in him getting whatever information he would ever want to go after, and after finding out that he had taken enough care to set up multiple identities that they could all live off of for the rest of their lives, she wondered what else he had been doing with his time.
"If there is anyone who can get that information, McGee, it is you," she said quietly, glancing over at him.
"We'll see," he said as he continued working his fingers over the keyboard.
"You will. I have a feeling we have all taken that for granted, and I will admit that I have. I think when we do not understand what someone else does, we do not realize what they are capable of. Our identities… it is not something I would have ever thought of, but as soon as you handed me my cards, I knew what you had done for us, and I know it was not easy.
"I think I understand you more now. I imagine that somewhere out there, in another box or safe place, there are also identities for Sarah and your parents, pieced together with just as much care." Tim had stopped typing and looked up at Ziva, noting the sad smile on her face under her binoculars. She lowered the lenses and turned to look at McGee. "I am grateful to know that you care so much."
Tim gave her a small smile, and then went back to work, but Ziva noticed that he didn't lose the slight curve to his lips, and she sighed silently before looking back towards the door. She hadn't been looking long when she saw Tony leaving the motel.
"McGee! Tony is leaving." She reached to turn the ignition of the car, and then stopped. "Should we follow him?"
McGee stopped his tapping, and looked towards the motel. "Gibbs isn't with him?" he asked.
"No, it's only him, and he's pulling out of the lot."
"Did he storm out in anger?" he asked.
"No, it did not appear so."
"Then let's wait. He might just be getting food. If he's left Gibbs there alone, Gibbs is a little more vulnerable without transportation, and as much as I hate to say it, technically, Gibbs is our priority. Besides, if he didn't appear angry, he wouldn't be leaving Gibbs alone for long. Just adds to our theory that they are reconciling," Tim said with arching eyebrows and a smirk.
Ziva smiled broadly and shook her head, keeping her eyes focused on the door across the road.
"I wish we could get close enough to put a GPS tracker on the car. That would solve a lot of our problems. Or even better, bug the car. I have both with me, but getting that close to the car would be hard."
"Do you doubt me, McGee?" Ziva said with a playful smile.
McGee smiled back at her. "That wasn't a challenge, Ziva, but with motel security cameras that I could hack in one minute flat, I don't want our faces anywhere on them in case someone tries to unravel their cover. We would connect their dots a lot faster. We'll find the right moment, but it won't be in that lot."
Ziva nodded at his logic, and resumed her watching. She had to put the binoculars away for a while when people started going home, getting into the cars around them. They couldn't be very inconspicuous about what Tim was doing though. He stretched his fingers, closing the lid when someone went to get into the car next to him, reaching into the back seat and rummaging through his stuff. Ziva knew it was a front so that the people next to them wouldn't pay too much attention to them. Ziva grabbed her bag as well, looking through it to make it look like she was getting settled in, even slipping her seatbelt on.
Ten minutes later and the spaces around them were vacant, the cars gone. Tim pulled his laptop back out and started working again, and Ziva watched the door intently, waiting for Tony's return.
**NCIS**NCIS**NCIS**
Tony sent a text to Dale from the car before he left Meghan's explaining in brief his situation with the phone and going undercover. Being a retired agent, Dale was well aware of the nature of the situation, and Tony was glad for the short reply. He was anxious to go back to the hotel and look over plans for the case with Jethro.
He removed the battery to that phone and tucked it in the glove box. He then dialed Jethro on what was now his main phone, and turned over the ignition to the sedan. It took Jethro five rings to answer, and Tony felt a weird dread settling into him. When he finally did, the sound of Jethro's voice settled his nerves, and he exhaled.
"Everything okay?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Took so long to answer."
"My hands were wet, was drying them before I fried this thing."
Tony nodded to him. "Got it. On my way back to the motel. Did you make any headway?"
"I've got some ideas. Are we getting dinner?" Jethro asked.
"Sure. You hungry, Dick?" Tony asked with a smirk.
"I'm getting there, Gaylord." Jethro's emphasis made Tony rolled his eyes. "What are you feeling like?"
"There's a couple of places near the motel. I'm fine with any of them, so you pick." Tony pulled onto the highway, and told Jethro he had to go since traffic was busy.
"Okay. See you soon," Jethro said softly, making Tony smile.
"You, too, Jethro. Love you."
Gibbs smiled and closed his eyes on the other end of the line, relishing in the way those words made him feel. "Love you, too, Tony."
Tony hung up the phone, and drove towards the motel with a smile on his face. He was wondering how he was going to make the switch from the serious nature of the case, to the Tony he wanted to be while restarting this new version of his relationship. He had become very good at compartmentalizing, but he wasn't sure if that's what he should do now. He was going to need to feed on the good feelings that rejoining with his lover caused in order to bypass what he was going to have to do to their unwilling informants.
He thought back to the Wallingford case. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as the memories flooded him of the night they tortured the creep. All he and Jethro did for the next few days was sleep, wrapped firmly around one another. He prayed it would go easier this time, that this guy would confess early, so they could simply shoot him and get it done with. Tony still swore that when he closed his eyes in a dark tiled room, he could smell their victim's blood, and the thought made him sick. It was why the bathroom light stayed on at all times now, too
He pulled up in front of the door of their motel room wondering if he was still hungry after all. He looked around as inconspicuously as possible as he headed into the room, swiping his key while whistling to let Jethro know it was him. Tony found Jethro standing in the room waiting for him with a smile as he came in. He smiled back as he closed the door behind him. "Did you decide what you wanted to e-" he got out before he was pushed against the door, Jethro's mouth taking his in a hungry kiss.
"Yeah- you," Jethro said between kisses, his hands roaming down Tony's body. Tony's hands roamed right back, feeling for every inch of Jethro's warmth possible. He pulled the polo and tee out of his pants, and then started digging his nails into his lover's back, something that he noticed still had the same effect it did two years prior. Jethro bucked against him growling, their cocks rubbing together through their pants, making Tony moan loudly.
Jethro pulled Tony away from the door, spinning him around so that he fell backwards onto the bed. He pulled his the polo and tee off, then climbed onto Tony, straddling him and working on his clothes, pushing his shirt up as he kissed, licked and nibbled his way up Tony's stomach. His lips found Tony's nipple and began licking and suckling, causing Tony to squirm. He loved when Tony squirmed under him. Something about causing the younger man to writhe beneath him had been a turn on from the beginning that he hadn't expected.
He continued his attack on Tony's other nipple, images of his first night topping Tony going through his head, making his cock impossibly hard.
He and Tony had spent the past two weeks attached to each other. When there wasn't a case, they were together, hands touching one another, tongues exploring one another, and they'd mastered each other's idea of the perfect blowjob.
More and more he'd tried to find the nerve to just flip Tony over and take him like he craved, but things had been going so incredibly, and he didn't want to hurt him in any way, and possibly cause a rift. After those two weeks of ecstasy though, he couldn't take it anymore. He'd let Tony show him everything possible, and he'd loved every bit of it, but he wanted more. He knew Tony did, too. He was sure of it after Tony had shown him the night before how to stretch himself out. He figured that was Tony's way of saying he'd like to be stretched.
They'd gone out to dinner after work, and were making their way back to the house. They'd actually braved driving in together a few times already, and were wondering if they would have to tell the team about things soon. The conversation about it at dinner had made Jethro's thoughts run together, and it brought up emotions in him he wasn't sure he knew what to do with. Once they were behind closed doors though, that had worked itself out.
He took Tony by the hand, and led him upstairs to the bedroom. This was usually the part over the past two weeks where Jethro turned everything over to Tony, letting go and letting Tony lead, but tonight, he needed the control. He pulled Tony towards him, kissing him thoroughly, feeling Tony smile into the kiss as he backed down, letting Jethro dominate his mouth. That was enough to prove that Tony wanted it too, and he ran with it.
Jethro unbuttoned Tony's shirt slowly, agonizingly, and let it slip down his shoulders before running his hands up his chest, feeling his fingers slide through the mess of hair there. His arms came around Tony's shoulders and kissed him hard again, pulling slightly on Tony's hair, making him moan. Jethro pulled out of the kiss with a smirk, and pulled his own shirt off. There was soon a pile of shirts, belts, pants, phones and badges on the floor, and Jethro had Tony on his back on the bed.
He took his time exploring every inch of Tony with his mouth, and when he got to Tony's nipples, he felt Tony writhe underneath him, arching up against him, and the high pitched keening that filled the air only made Jethro want to torture the nipples further with teeth.
Tony moaned and reached to grab Jethro's hair, and Jethro moved back up to Tony's mouth, kissing him hard as his fingertips tweaked a nipple mercilessly and Tony squirmed harder under him. He rested his entire weight on Tony and twisted the nipple even more, and Tony's struggle was even more stifled and intense, making Jethro rock hard.
He bent and whispered in Tony's ear, "Who do you belong to, Tony?"
"Fuck!" Tony whispered, throwing his head back. "You! Just you, Jethro."
"That's right," Jethro said as he began thrusting his dick against Tony's.
Any hint of hesitation left him, and he reached for the lube on the nightstand, still there from the day before. He kissed Tony hard as he absentmindedly squirted some of the clear liquid over his fingers, not caring that it was dripping onto the pillow next to Tony's head. While his tongue invaded Tony's mouth, his fingers reached to graze Tony's entrance, teasing it with the pads of his slick digits. He earned a satisfying groan from Tony, and he smirked into the kiss as he began poking just the tiniest bit of his fingertip into him.
He kissed his way down Tony's jaw, his neck and shoulder, then down his torso, stopping to suck on his nipples again, all the while still tracing his finger around the ring of muscle he was about to go to work on loosening. He kissed around Tony's cock, refusing to do anything but breathe on it, holding Tony's hips to the bed easily as he tried to thrust up towards Jethro's mouth. The sweet sounds of need leaving the man underneath him turned him on in ways he'd never imagined they could, and he felt like every inch of his skin was on fire.
Jethro took Tony's left leg and lifted it up, angling it wider. Tony lifted his other leg to match, and grabbed behind his knees to help hold them in place while Jethro chewed his bottom lip and investigated what it would take to loosen Tony's entrance for him. He watched as his fingertip was sucked into the ring of muscle, puckering around it, glistening with lube. He'd never really thought of an asshole as a beautiful thing, but knowing that pretty soon, his cock would be buried in it, and the way it shone with the shiny liquid, made him find it mesmerizing.
He heard a sound come out of Tony he'd never heard anybody make as he slipped into the younger man slowly, taking his time with his thick fingers. Tony shuddered and sighed, and Jethro bent forward to give his balls a long, fondling lick. Tony gasped in surprise, and Jethro was almost afraid Tony would let go of his legs, letting them crash down on him, but he held his position. He continued playing with Tony's balls in his mouth as his finger worked itself in and out of the tight, hot ass. The smoothness of the inner walls is what surprised him the most. It felt so different from the any other part of Tony, and it was like buttered silk.
He finally added a second finger, and stopped torturing Tony's balls with pleasure.
"Fuck, Jethro! God, that feels so good!" Tony arched his back, pushing the fingers deeper in him.
Tony had instructed Jethro on how to find his prostate, and Jethro's fingers went on the search. He knew when he had found it because Tony's body jolted, his cock twitching hard.
"That's it! Oh, hell yeah, that's it!" Tony groaned. Jethro continued fingering him, running his digits over Tony's prostate a few more times, and scissoring the fingers apart so that he gradually stretched him. When the ring of muscle seemed to be much softer and exposed than before, he slipped a third finger in that made Tony yelp. Jethro stopped for a minute, wondering if he was hurting Tony, but Tony began writhing on the bed again, and forming sounds that Jethro was sure were supposed to be words.
He only played with Tony's ass for another couple of minutes before he knelt up and slicked his cock. He looked down at Tony's lust-drunk eyes and teased his hole with the leaking head of his cock. He waited for the words to form, taunting Tony with caresses of his dick against his hole, never entering him. Finally, Tony's voice rose, demanding and clear.
"Damn it, Jethro! Fuck me! Please!"
"Thought you'd never ask," Jethro said, bending over Tony's bent knees to kiss him as he slowly began to push his cock into the warm, welcoming chamber. At first, he wondered if he was going to be able to. It was so tight, and it made him wonder if he'd stretched Tony enough. He finally pushed just hard enough for his head to slip past the rim, and he gasped at how tightly Tony constricted around him. He stilled, trying not to blow his load right then, and he felt Tony tense below him and saw the beautifully agonizing look on Tony's face.
Tony slowly shifted below him, giving just a slight motion that caused Jethro's dick to slip further into him. They both groaned.
"Oh, hell, Tony. You're so tight. Shit… so tight. So good…" he slowly slid forward, and inch by inch, he filled Tony until his balls rested against Tony's ass. He pulled Tony's legs so that Tony's tailbone was rising up off the bed, and then pushed a little deeper as he felt Tony opening up to him.
Tony's mouth opened in an "O" shape, and his eyes fell closed at how perfect the sensation was. He had never felt so full, so wanted, so possessed as he did in that moment. He was Jethro's now, and no one else would ever have him again.
Jethro slowly pulled back, and then pushed into him. He kept the slow, fluid movements going for a long time, feeling that soft, slick wall of Tony's ass sweep over his tender cock with every thrust. He'd never felt anything like it. He couldn't remember ever wanting to take a woman this way, and something about the way Tony's tight, muscular ass grabbed his cock and then let it go with each pass, made him think no woman would ever be able to give him this kind of pleasure.
Tony's hips started thrusting up against him, and he heard Tony's voice say something that he was too lost in euphoria to understand, but his body sped up anyway, knowing instinctively what was needed. He pushed and pulled, thrust and grabbed, and in another couple of minutes, he grabbed Tony's cock, making Tony cry out with only a couple of strokes as he came. Jethro wasn't prepared for the vice-like grab of Tony's ass when he orgasmed, and the constriction made him gasp and moan. He started to pull out, and it squeezed the entire shaft, making him come before he could get the head past the ring of muscle.
"Yes! Come inside me, Jethro! Fuck yes!" Tony moaned, arching his hips as he felt Jethro's first squirt of warmth filing him. That turned Jethro on even more and he pushed in again, then pulled out, letting the ring of muscle milk him dry, filling his lover's ass with his cum.
The motel bed squeaked underneath them as Jethro fucked Tony faster and faster. Tony pulled his legs up to take as much as possible, and they both moaned and grunted loudly, adding to the cacophony of squeaking bed and pounding headboard.
"Who do you belong to, Tony? Who do you belong to?"
"Just you, Jethro! My God! Just you!" Tony yelled as he came, squirting cum all over his stomach and his fist.
Jethro jerked to a stop, shuddered hard and filled Tony with his release, pulling halfway out to run his fingers up and down half of his shaft, milking himself into his lover. He balanced himself a moment so he didn't fall onto Tony, waiting for the ability to breathe again. When he opened his eyes, he looked down into Tony's shining green ones, half opened as he watched Jethro. He pulled out, feeling a trail of cum follow him as he twisted to fall next to Tony on the bed. His hand reached out and ran his fingers down the side of Tony's face.
"I love you, Tony," he said after a long minute of post-orgasm gazing.
"I love you, too, Jethro. Always will." They leaned in to share a deep long kiss, and a few minutes later, they'd both dozed off.
-NCIS-*-NCIS-*-NCIS—
Ziva alerted Tim of Tony's return, and noted that he was coming back empty-handed. They discussed the possibility of Tony going out to get information, but then Tim realized that Tony had been gone for a little under two hours. He paused at his attempt to breach the FBI's most inner firewalls and files, and pulled up Tony's phone records he had poached earlier. He saw three numbers had been dialed. One he recognized right away as Abby's, and when he searched the other two numbers, he saw that one was Fornell's and one was to Dr. Feldman.
"I think he made time to go see his psychologist," Tim said almost quizzically. "I've got to say, two years ago, I never thought Tony would ever consider seeing a psychologist, none the less in the middle of an undercover op. He seemed adamantly against it, even after the Wallingford case, but now, it doesn't really surprise me."
Ziva laughed once, sardonically.
"What?" Tim asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Torturing and taking a human life was not enough to make him reach out for help, but Gibbs leaves him and he finally does. It is just somewhat strange to me how this has come to be between them."
"True, but he wasn't going to see Dr. Feldman until Fornell threatened his job, so I think it was more that than Gibbs."
"How he dealt with life without Gibbs was what put him in the position for the ultimatum. It makes one consider if falling in love is worth it," she said quietly.
"I don't know. I think with the right person, it could be."
"Have you ever been in love, McGee? Real love?" Ziva asked, unsure of why she felt the need to.
"I was really in love with Abby. I still love her, but after being friend-zoned for so long, that love has changed, and no, I'm no longer in love with her."
Ziva finally looked over at McGee as his fingers stilled over his keys again in the now dark car.
"You have never been in love with anyone else?" she asked. Tim merely shook his head "no".
"I think I'm in, Ziva, but this doesn't look right. What the hell is "black level clearance"?" he asked, fingers flying again as he went to copy things to his hard drive before he could get expelled. "What the-" he mumbled again as Ziva moved into his space to look over his shoulder. "Oh, God. What has Tony gotten himself into?"
"I do not like the sound of that McGee. What is going on?" Ziva said with a slight hint of frantic to her voice that Tim wasn't used to hearing.
"This isn't good, Ziva. Hold on a minute for me. I need to get as much of this as possible before they find me in here, and then get the hell out! Not good! Noooooot good!" Tim said as his thumb tapped on the edge of the keyboard while the loading bar moved across his screen. "I hate this slow civilian satellite access! Not used to it taking so long." Another long minute went by while they both held their breaths, and Tim started typing again as he worked his way back out of the system, setting his own misdirects in place in case someone tried to find out how he wormed his way in. When he was finally done, he unplugged his satellite card and tucked it into the gap of the door handle. He brought up the files and blew them up so Ziva could read them over his shoulder.
"Okay, so… black level security clearance appears to be above "Top Secret"," Tim said as he read. "And it appears that there's not a lot of people on that list. About three hundred. There's a pretty wide mix of agencies involved. CIA, FBI, Homeland, NCI- who has it as NCIS?" Tim asked himself as Ziva looked back at the screen from where she'd just glanced at the motel room door. "Vance and Gibbs. Somehow, that's not a huge shocker." He looked over at Ziva who had gone back to looking at the door, and saw her shrug. "Fornell and Tony are on here, as well as Brandonburg and Thomas, the agents we met the other night."
"That would seem to be how we got to be in this situation, so it does make sense," Ziva said, sipping from her water with the binoculars to her eyes.
"But Tony was made Black Level the day he started with the Bureau, so Fornell had that in mind when he poached him."
"If I was this… Black Level," she said with a wave of her hand, "and did not tell you, would you not be upset? And if you were Black Level, and I found out later that you had been this whole time and did not let me know, I would definitely not trust you. Fornell made it very clear when he asked Tony to come work with him that he was looking for a partner he could trust, and that Tony was not only trustworthy, but had the clearance and the skills necessary to do what he was looking for." Ziva's eyes never left the door of the motel room, and McGee shrugged in agreement.
He looked over the list and saw multiple people whose name he recognized, but none that he knew well personally. He considered Ziva's words, and thought that he should be mad at Gibbs for not sharing this information with him, but he knew that he wouldn't have been able to, and he began to wonder if Gibbs had gotten to that level before being with NCIS considering how many military personnel were on the list. There was no date next to Gibbs' name like there was with Vance and Tony, and he realized there was no date next to Fornell's name either. He began to wonder if they were part of the inception, and he itched inside to find out. He had more important things to worry about at the moment though.
"Listen to this," he directed to Ziva in a tone with slightly more command than she was used to hearing from him. It made her put the binoculars down, and turn to him.
"Tony and Fornell have been working on the Giovanni case for about a year now. They'd had a few run-ins with the mob in the past, and then it all hit the fan last year when an agent was killed. Tony and Fornell were assigned the case because of their previous encounters, and the idea that if someone was going to have to go undercover, Tony would physically fit the bill. I imagine knowing some Italian doesn't hurt either, but this is where things go awry. They find out it's not the mob don they need to worry about. Antoinelli Giovanni is your typical mob boss, contract killings assumed and all, but his son, Frankie Giovanni, is who they are really after. Frankie has his own thing going on. He's working with terrorists- any and all terrorists. He wants to bring down the government, and let the mob families rise up and control the country. His dad, apparently, is supportive of this. Since he's next in line when Antoinelli dies, he stands to gain control, and his dad is allowing what would typically be Frankie's responsibilities to be doled out so that Frankie can focus all of his energy into taking the government down. Word on the street is that his dad is proud of him, considering his son the Mafia Phoenix, bringing the government reign to an end so that the Giovanni's can rise back into power where they believe they belong.
"Frankie is teaming up with whoever will try to bring down the government with him, and he doesn't have any scruples about who he assists. He plans on weakening the government's hold in the cities he's after: DC, New York and Philly. I guess he's still pissed about everything in Philly. He was in charge in that area for the family before the big bust in 2013."
"It is like when you turn on the lights, and all of the roaches run and hide. That case merely scattered the people involved," Ziva said.
"Yeah, and a huge portion of them transplanted right in our own back yard. No wonder the guy is so hellbent on this mission. That is why he killed off so much of our Lieutenant's family. This isn't just about getting their hands on some weapons for some terrorist organization- they are the terrorist organization. Any piece of information that someone might have in regards to this is going to die. Anyone who knows anything about their plans to bring down the government, will be killed to protect their secret."
"Unless we get to them first," Ziva said with a cold edge to her voice. Tim's eyes met hers in the streetlight, and he nodded.
"Gibbs and Tony need to succeed in this mission, Ziva."
"And we're going to make sure they do," she said with conviction.
"Damn right we are," Tim said under his breath as he dove back into the research.