Right, I just sat down and wrote this, straight up, there are many places that I could of ended this chapter but I decided to keep going and to push through to the point I know all of you have wanted to read. So please, please review!


Chapter 11

"He's building a dirty bomb Alex!" "He's building two fucking dirty bombs, and he's going to set one of in America and one here!"

Alex's expression remained one of shock for a moment before it finally registered and he snapped into action.

"When?"

"Tomorrow." Tony replied.

"Okay, get back to Maloof and stick to him like glue."

"On it." With that Tony turned and sprinted out of the door.

When Tony arrived back at the base, Maloof was waiting for him, Maloof was standing in a pair of dark jeans and a black Outwell fleece.

"Where you been Hunt?" Maloof demanded.

"For run sir." Tony replied, well it was partly true.

"Get in." Maloof growled gesturing towards the white van that was parked on the side of the road.

"Where are we going sir?" Tony asked.

"Shut up and get in!" Maloof snapped.


The MCRT bullpen was alive with celebration, it was Beckett's and Palmers joint birthday party, Abby had pulled out all the stops and balloons bobbed around everywhere. A giant birthday cake sat half eaten on Ziva's desk and token gifts had already been exchanged.

Director Foster had already complained and ordered the team back to work, but after Gibbs had disappeared in Foster's office for 5 minutes, the party was allowed to continue.

Everybody, even Gibbs, had a childish smile plastered upon their face, which only grew when Abby brought out a piñata which had a photo of Sam Foster's face sellotaped to the front.

"Alright guys." John said stepping forward, holding his party cup filled with fruit punch in one hand and a sausage roll in the over. One his head was balanced a ridiculously small party hat that Abby had snuck on. "Jimmy and I would like to thank you very much for this evening, I haven't had this much fun in years! We would like to thank all of you, especially Abby though, for your efforts in organising this, so cheers!"

"Cheers!" The rest of the team chorused back all brandishing their party cups, well in Abby's case a Caf-Pow! high in the air.

Everybody had smiles on there face, it appeared everybody had forgotten that it had been three months since Tony had left, they missed him for sure, Abby's mop Tony now had permanent residence in her lab, but they had adapted, moved onto a life without him.

"Alright guys!" Abby said looking at her watch "It's 18:00 on a Friday, why don't we swap these drinks for something a little stronger?"

"Sounds excellent Abby." Palmer smiled.

"I know of a nice bar." John said smiling.

"Sounds perfect." Ziva said smiling

"Do you mind if I tag along my dear?" Ducky asked

"Of course not Dr Mallard it would be a pleasure to have you accompany us." John said placing a hand on the older mans shoulder.

"Are you coming Jethro?" Ducky asked the lead agent.

"Not tonight Duck, got boat building to do." The whole team grinned at this.

"Do you mind if me and Tim meet you there?" Abby asked. "My cars in the shop and Tim agreed that he would help me take all the nuns to bowling practice, we could meet you at the bar in an hour or so?"


Tony and Maloof thundered down the M4, doing nearly double the speed limit. The pair sat in complete silence, the only sound was 'Bohemian Like You' by 'The Dandy Warhol's' which played out of the speakers.

The already congested UK traffic was brought to a near stand still by a crash several miles up ahead, adding perhaps another hour to the journey, Tony silently thanked the crash, it was buying Hawke more time.

Once the traffic had cleared the van once again pulled off into a steady speed, eventually Maloof pulled off onto an A road which the pair travelled along for a while before eventually pulling onto an abandoned industrial estate.

Maloof hopped out of the car and Tony copied the action.

"What are we doing here sir?" Tony asked.

Maloof turned around and glared at Tony "It's the end of the road for you Agent DiNozzo." With that Tony slumped forward as the butt off Maloof's Browning 9mm connected with the base of his skull.


"TEQUILA!" Ziva chanted as she downed her sixth shooter.

"Ah no you beat me!" John complained as he stared at the two shooters he still had left to go.

"Well you shouldn't have challenged me to tequila races!" Ziva giggled.

It was then that Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back came blasting through the speakers.

John grinned "Wanna dance?" Ziva's only reply was a sly smile as she grasped hold of John's hand and led him towards the dance floor. Ziva began to grind against John's body, as the pair moulded perfectly together as they swayed to the music.

It was at this moment McGee and Abby walked through the door, they spotted Palmer and Ducky stood around a pool table as Ducky lectured Palmer upon the finer points of billiards.

"Where's Ziva and John?" McGee asked.

"Oh shit this isn't good." Abby whispered.

McGee followed Abby's gaze and found Ziva and John on the dance floor, personal space was non existent between the two of them, John leaned down and whispered something in Ziva's ear and she threw her head back in laughter.

"What are we going to do Tim?" Abby asked.

"I don't think there is anything we can do Abby, they are two adults."

"But what about Tony McGee?" Abby spun around and looked at him, there were tears beginning to swell in her eyes "Am I the only one who has noticed that he has been gone for three months today? That's quarter of a year Tim!"

"Jeez," McGee said taking a long breath "Has it been that long already?"

"Tim, its like he has died and I'm the only one who remembers him!"

"Come here Abby." McGee said pulling her into a friendly embrace, the pairs head snapped around though when they heard a loud thud and a giggle from the dance floor.


Tony's vision began to return slowly, his head pounded and it hurt like hell. He quickly assessed his surroundings, he was in a warehouse, the smell of oil clung to the air like a newborn clinging to its mother, desperate not to let go. Tony then noticed that there was a body of a woman 3 metres to the left of him.

He stared at the disfigured, mutilated body. It was as if a woman's body had been cut into little pieces and given to a 1 year old to put back together, the basic shape was there but it just didn't seem to work.

Empty rusted machinery in the corner, water dripping on her head as if probing her, asking her to come back to the world of the living. She was wearing a black jacket which was stained with blood and ripped. A flowery business top and business trousers completed the outfit.

All over her body were hack marks, roughly cut with no precision. Fingers were missing on the right hand, ring and middle, leaving a bloody mess of twisted bone and tissue. A large chunk of her left arm was missing, both legs were gone below the knee. Tony examined the wounds revealing that they there was some scabbing over, as if the body was trying to bond together. This had been done while she was alive.

Tony tried to move his hands but realised that they had been bound in front of him, the same with his legs, he tried to shuffle to closer to the body, but it was then that he noticed it. The words 'fear me' had been scratched onto her skin.

It lay there on her creamy skin, as obvious as an oasis in the Sahara desert.

Tony saw something flicker in front of him, a number display, glowing in luminous red.

"Oh shit." Tony muttered. He then desperately tried to work at his belt, trying to free the knife that lay on the underside of the buckle. Tony silently thanked the fact his hands hand been bound in front of him rather than behind him. His left arm screamed in protest but after months of rehabilitation his strength was slowly beginning to return. Finally he released the knife and he desperately cut at the bonds, cutting his hand several times in the process releasing a rush of blood.

When he was finally free Tony spared one glance for the poor woman who lay alone and abandoned in the warehouse, praying that she would have some sort of justice for her death before he sprinted out of the building.

The whole of the surrounding area was shaken as a fireball ripped through the early morning sky.


McGee and Abby watched as John tried to help a drunk Ziva off from the floor, after six tequila shots the Mossad assassin had lost her cat like balance and landed upon her ass in the middle of the dance floor much to the amusement of everybody else.

"Is it me or is she making a habit of this?" Abby spat

"What?" McGee asked.

"Getting drunk and throwing herself at men."

"Calm down Abs." McGee whispered.

John carried Ziva over to the table at which McGee and Abby were sat at.

"Hi guys." He whispered.

"TIM AND ABBY!" Ziva giggled.

"And you accuse me of not being able to hold me liquor Miss David?" John said smirking.

"Tim," John said looking McGee straight in the eye. "Would you mind taking Ziva home, I would take myself but I have had almost as much to drink as she has, and I wouldn't trust a cabbie with her in this state, and I would ask you Abby but I know your car's in the shop."

"Sure thing John." Ziva then placed one of Ziva's arms over his shoulder and he began to walk her out to his car.

"No!" Ziva complained "I want to stay!"

When they finally reached the car Ziva decided that she would much rather play hop scotch than get in the passenger seat.

"Well this is going to be fun." Tim muttered


Tony was propelled forwards by the force of the explosion, clumps of concrete were projected everywhere. Tony looked over towards the building, it was a mess of twisted steel and lumps of concrete, smoke which was as black as the deepest underground cavern was billowing out of all the windows.

Tony stood up and brushed herself off, his Royal Navy uniform was ripped and burned. Tony picked up his officers hat and placed it upon his head and he began to walk away from the scene, emergency services would be arriving in a few minutes no doubt and Tony had to keep moving.

He began to move towards a car park about 500 metres away, it was there that he spotted it. A charcoal grey V12 Aston Martin Vanquish. Just like the one used by Pierce Brosnan in 'Die Another Day.'

Tony once again thanked his years of being a street car for his ability to pick the locks of and the ability to drive nearly all cars.

"Sweet." Tony muttered.

Tony noticed that the gearbox was flappy paddle and situated behind the steering wheel meaning that he could drive it.

"Who needs a driving licence?" He asked himself as he gunned the engine and screamed onto the M5 doing nearly 150mph.

Tony open one of the glove compartments and found an Iphone waiting expectantly. Tony quickly punched in one of the numbers he had been forced to memorize at the beginning of the mission.

"Hello?" Alex answered.

"Alex, its Tony, my covers been blown."

"You've got to get out of there DiNozzo!"

"No, I am going to finish this once and for all, look Maloof is going to try and get a dirty bomb into the states, perhaps using a plane, a worse version of 9/11, Maloof has hundreds of people willing to carry out his dirty work, close down on international airports, mainly Heathrow and Gatwick, and tell the cops to stay away from a charcoal grey Aston Martin Vanquish, registration King X-ray Zulu 7 007"

"Alright, what are you going to do?"

"You take care of the American bomb, I'll deal with Maloof and the British bomb."

"Wait.." Alex was cut off by Tony snapping the phone shut.

Tony was nearing the outskirts of London now, no police had tried to stop him from doing 200mph so he assumed that Alex had called them off. Tony continued to thunder towards Westminster. Alex had called in a satellite to follow Maloof's van and his location was being beamed straight to Tony's GPS.

The Van had stopped outside the Houses Of Parliament.

Tony quickly called Alex's number on his phone "Alex!" Tony shouted as soon as he heard the phone being picked up "You've gotta call an immediate evacuation of Parliament!"

"What?"

"It's a modern day gunpowder plot! Maloof's going to blow up parliament, the radiation will probably take out most of Greater London!"

"Alright Tony, you have got to stop him."

Tony's Aston Martin screamed across Westminster bridge, the Aston's tired screeched as Tony threw the car around Parliament square before throwing open the door and jumping out. Tony pulled out his SIG and began to run towards the white van that was parked a hundred yards away. Tony threw open the back doors of the van to find it completely empty. Tony looked desperately around him.

A BBC news crew were recording 10 metres away, a pretty looking blonde woman stood in front of the camera. Tony sprinted over.

"You've got to get out of here!" Tony screamed as he ran over. Tony quickly pulled out his ID and brandished it towards the reporters, he knew there was a reason why he had sown a inner pocket to his trousers for his ID.

"Excuse me sir." The presenter demanded.

"Look," Tony snapped he had no patience for this "if you value your life I am telling you to get the hell out of here!"

"Look sir I am going to have to ask you to move on so we can get this shot." The soundman snapped.

Tony stood undecided for a moment before he began to sprint towards the Houses Of Parliament, past the statues of King John and Richard the Lionheart.

Eventually Tony spotted it, a small service entrance to the depths of the building, it was jammed ajar by a small chock to the base of the door. Tony sprinted towards it and threw the door open. He found himself face to face with Maloof, who was brandishing a M-16.


"Ziva." McGee groaned.

After an hour of dealing with a drunk and puking Ziva, McGee had finally managed to get her home to her apartment but now she was insisting that he stay for a nightcap.

"Ziva," McGee repeated "I really think you have had enough."

"Please McGee, make it go away."

"What Ziva?"

"The empty feeling I have inside me, drinking won't do it, fighting won't do it, flirting won't do it. Nothing is making me feel complete again."

"Tony." McGee said, it wasn't a question more of a statement.

She nodded as she brought a glass of rum to her lips.

"It has been three months today you know."

"So you did notice." McGee said.

"I miss him so much…" Ziva sobbed.

McGee grabbed another glass and poured himself a generous portion of Havana Club rum. Screw designated driver.


"Maloof," Tony said grinning "Miss me?"

Maloof kept the M-16 pointed at Tony, his grip unwavering.

"It's too late Agent DiNozzo, the bomb has been set, in 6 minutes there will be no more Westminster and Greater London will be inhabitable!"

"Doesn't leave you a lot of time to get out…"

"Who says I am leaving?"

Tony took a step towards Maloof, tensing himself, standing on the balls of his feet. He saw Maloof's finger tighten around the trigger and he threw himself to the right and hid behind a large fridge that lay in the corner. Tony quickly hit the safety off his SIG and stepped out from behind the fridge and emptied his clip in the general direction of Maloof.

"Who you trying to be Maloof, a modern day Guy Fawkes?" Tony threw himself at Maloof and the fire of the M-16 was cut short when Tony pinned Maloof down with the weapon.

Tony's thigh was screaming and he quickly glanced down to see a red stain quickly growing, one of Maloof's bullets must of actually struck him.

Maloof began to push up against the weapon and Tony's weakened arm couldn't keep the pressure up, Tony was thrown to the ground and Maloof was now straddling him, his hands closing around Tony's throat.

Tony couldn't breathe, he struggled uselessly, desperately pulling against Maloof's hands, his vision began to blur. He desperately tried to reach for his SIG but it had fallen just a few inches to far for Tony to reach.

He fumbled at his belt and released the knife, he then plunged it upwards into Maloof's stomach. Both men rolled off each other and Tony gasped in welcome air.

Tony picked up his SIG and pulled back the slide rearming the weapon he then grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out of Maloof's stomach, the SIG never wavering from Maloof's forehead.

"Disarm it." Tony demanded

"Never." Maloof snapped back, he then spun his leg around wiping out Tony's feet out from beneath him. Tony fell hard on his back, his neck snapping back.

Maloof began to get up but Tony's foot connected with his chest sending him sprawling backwards. Both men scrambled up, Maloof clutching his stomach and Tony his leg.

Maloof threw a sudden punch which connected with Tony's jaw sending his head snapping back. Tony grabbed Maloof's arm and spun it behind his back and he slammed Maloof into the wall.

Maloof spun around and head butted Tony sending the man crashing to the floor.

Maloof grabbed the discarded M-16 which lay on the floor and Tony grabbed the SIG, two gunshots sounded across the empty basement.


Ziva giggled as McGee dropped the half full glass of rum on his lap.

"Silly Timmy!" She exclaimed and grinned at him.

"Feeling better Ziva?" McGee asked as he tried to wipe his jeans.

"Make it go away Tim." Ziva said, suddenly serious.

"How?" McGee asked.

"Take me out of myself, make it all go away!" She exclaimed throwing herself closer to McGee's body.


Tony grimaced as he tried to move his leg, Maloof was lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, a hole dead centre of his forehead, Tony now two bullets in his leg, one in his thigh and one in his ankle.

He hobbled over to the bomb which sat centre of the basement, it was no larger than an old fashioned boarding school trunk. Tony carefully lifted open the lid. inside there was a mass of wire. Most obviously there was a luminous red timer.

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"Crap." Tony muttered, he was going to have to try and disarm it, there were three wires that he could choose from, red, black and green.

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Ziva and McGee began to move closer together, they had both had far to much to drink and their judgement was clouded.

"Make it all go away." Ziva whispered.

She brushed her lips against McGee's, but he pulled away, hanging his head.

"I couldn't, do that to Tony, he's like a brother to me."

"Please Tim!" Ziva cried "Make it all go away!"

McGee was conflicted for a moment before he pressed his lips back to Ziva's pushing her back against the sofa.

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Tony didn't know what to do, he tried to channel all that he had learnt from bomb disposal

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Um.. Red, red meant many things, stop danger, poison. Tony felt a sweat beginning to form on his brow.

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Ziva began to work at unbuttoning McGee's shirt, their lips were fused together.

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McGee swung Ziva around and slipped out of his shirt, he pulled Ziva's top over her head.

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It wasn't passionate, it was just desperate, the kiss escalated, Ziva was running her hands all over McGee, trying to relight her fire, trying to feel alive again.

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McGee pulled away and looked into Ziva's eyes "Don't stop." She growled and he returned his lips to Ziva's.

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She wrapped her legs around McGee's waist and he began to carry them to the bedroom.

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Tony was struggling "Enie miney moe?" He pondered aloud.

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He held the knife to the black wire.

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He changed his mind and held to the knife to the green wire.

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He pulled back completely and held his hands to his head and then pulled at his hair.

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McGee gently lay Ziva down on the bed and he was on top of her.

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Tony stalked back to the bomb and held the knife to the green wire.

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Tony had never been one for praying but now didn't seem like a bad place to start.

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Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name

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Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven

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McGee and Ziva, rolled around on the bed sheets, there mouths constantly connected neither willing to pull back for air.

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Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us for our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.

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Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

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For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever

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Amen

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Tony closed his eyes and pulled the knife against the green wire, severing it.

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