Gah! I sorry! This is really late, but 1, I was helping with Grease at the high school and it took for-ev-ver out of my life and number 2, there was this guy there, and I use the term 'guy' lightly because obviously he had to be from some other dimension to be that attractive, so I was also really busy mooning over him. :D Alrighty then! Chapter 14!

Ziva was tense, even before she opened her eyes from her fitful sleep. She hated this part. She knew this part, and she despised it.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and was greeted with an open-handed slap across her face.

"Looks like little Ziva is awake." Someone sneered while dots danced across her vision.

Intimidation. It was a good interrogation technique which generally required less physical torment and more mental distress. Calling you by your first name, making sure you had very little sleep, making sure one person was in the room at almost all times, separating you from your comrades…

At that last thought Ziva forced her vision to clear and she looked around in a panic.

No Tony.

"Oh, I am sorry." The voice greeted her again with the lingering scoff. "Were you looking for Agent DiNozzo… Tony?"

She struggled ferociously against her restraints, wanting nothing more than to feel her fingers around this man's throat. Laurzen, was it? And his friend Newt. She'd have to remember those names when she left their bodies behind in the dust.

"Why am I here?" Ziva tried to play up her hurt body to seem more vulnerable and only barely avoided saying the actual question she wanted to ask. Where is Tony?

Laurzen's eyes laughed at her while his mouth created a scornful smile and he refused to answer her. He was much better at this then Chezick had been.

"I have one very simple question." Laurzen stated clearly, moving his hand to Ziva's throat. "You will answer it. Correctly." He said like it was a fact.

"And what makes you so sure I'll do that?" Ziva forced her voice not to tremble. She was a warrior. She would be brave.

"I was hoping you would ask." His cold eyes left imprints on her mind as he took a step out of the way and whistled loudly. Roman Chezick made his way through the door. Tony was dragged slightly behind him.

"Are you ready to hear my question?" Laurzen asked, malice clenched between his teeth.

Ziva nodded. Her eyes were stuck on Tony… it looked like he was drowning in a pool of his own blood.

Laurzen leaned forward, grabbing her full attention.

"Where is the bomb?"

-

Gibbs was tired. Mentally. Physically.

And he was mad.

Jean was sitting in front of him. She was mad.

The six guns they had found on her person were laid out in front of her. Gibbs was almost positive that if they could have felt emotions they would have been mad too.

"Do you mind telling me-." He started.

"No." Jean cut him off with a cold look.

Gibbs felt his forehead drop into his hands. Why him? Had he murdered a house full of orphans or something in a past life?

"Why were you going to Spai-." He began to question again.

"Paid vacation." Jean cut him off again.

He exhaled roughly.

"How did you plan to-."

"The airline is a private one owned by my boss. Solely by my boss. If I wanted to bring a little self defense with me, no one would stop me." She, yet again, disrupted him.

Gibbs resisted the urge to slam his head down on the desk. It must have been a house full of orphans and puppies. And he must have burned it to the ground.

-

Anderson whistled to himself, swiveling around in his chair and taking in the lab.

He really hadn't taken Gibbs for a trusting sort of man, and was slightly confused by his willingness to have him come along. But the man was desperate.

And if there was one thing Anderson knew how to exploit, it was desperation.

He was business man. The world was shades of money as far as he was concerned.

He tapped on another pattern of keys on the computer in front of him- Gibbs wanted a cure to the little mishap with the tranqilizers. Well, Anderson was going to give him a cure. That was, provided the two agents were still alive, which Anderson doubted to an extreme.

Well, at least one of them was alive. He knew that for fact. And if any knowledge to the contrary reached him, he was going to be a very angry billionaire.

He paid well.

He expected results.