I Can Be Whatever I Want to Be

So sorry about not updating... crazy week that and I'm trying to find a job. I'm starting to write on my other story (but I haven't gotten to updating it either, sorry.) I've got three chapters to put up for it which makes me happy, plus I've followed the plot bunny all the way to the end of this story (she didn't want to write the middle, just the end... ugh!)

"First, I have a question: How did you get this number?" Tony asked as he looked at Tim.

"Does that really matter? All that matters is that I have it. I'm really good with computers. Almost as good as your friend, Timothy McGee."

Tony's eyes opened wide. She knew of McGee, If she knows of McGee's proficiency with computers, then she might know about the rest of the team. What am I going to do? Tony thought as his mind was racing for a way to get McGee's attention. He first started to readjust himself in the seat, facing the rear, then he literally crawled across Tim's lap and peered out the window (getting a couple shouts and yells from McGee), frantically searching to see if car was around that had stopped around them. He was afraid he was being watched. When he was satisfied with the absence of another parked car on the interstate, he grabbed his personal cell and started texting McGee.

«S.W. on phone! Text Abs and trace? She hackd NCIS!»

Tim's green eyes lit up and started looking around, just as Tony had done a few moments ago. He sent a text to Abby:

«Trace Tony's phone, now, Snow White! And NCIS is compromised, use one on of my sniffers to find her! Don't call, not safe…»

Tim went back to watching Tony try to handle the situation with Snow White. He texted Tony's personal phone to put it on speaker but Tony shook his head as he started to talk again.

"We've learned that he was just another victim. The casing that we found had been linked to five other cases in the surrounding prefects of Japan. We're combing through the evidence as we speak to find who would want him dead, ma'am," Tony said trying to placate her without divulging any other information to the kidnapper.

"So what about your little Hungarian friend you were having lunch with the other day? How is his shoulder? You know, my little Russian brothers were more than happy to help when they found out they could harm a Hungarian. He's an interesting fellow: former FBI, a prominent lawyer for the state of Maryland, and an interesting personal life. What is it that he calls you?"

"Master, he calls me master," Tony grunted through his teeth

"You know you're not the first person to whom he gave that title. Tell me, what do you know of the man?"

Tony looked hurt: his eyes lost their sparkle, the anger in his face softened. "What do you mean that I'm not the first?"

"The man is actually older than you think. His talent of acting is some of the best work I've ever seen. His criminal past is actually more impressive than his work with the FBI."

"That's impossible! If he had a criminal past, he would have never been in the FBI!"

Tim looked at Tony cautiously. He was scared, and Tim could see it. He sensed from the way Alex had talked about Tony that he cared deeply for the Italian, but he never knew that his partner was afraid of losing someone the way his eyes flared with anger as she obviously provoked him.

"Well I assume that I have spoken too much on the subject. Back to Blake, I do want to see my family by Christmas Day and poor daddy ended up in a hospital, don't ask, it's not on the books so I want him to heal and see his little boy. His wife on the other hand has some degradation to her hearing, not at my hands, I should add. She's a fighter, that woman, but most of the Irish people I've met are fighters. I'll call you later today for an update, sweetie. Have fun, little lover boy!" *click*

Tim's phone started to buzz.

«Got that crazy bitch! Traced and tapped. Abby XO»

Tim sent her a text saying what a good job she had done and locked his phone, trying to calm Tony down.

"I don't understand, he's only 38 years old! And he couldn't have gotten in the FBI if he had a criminal past!" Tim put his hand around Tony's back, trying to soothe him. He could see that he was starting to cry. Tim decided to start the car again and try to finish the trip to Daleville. They were just south of Lexington so they had about 30 minutes to drive.

…

*knock, knock, rattle, rattle*

"Who is it?"

"Gibbs, it's me, Abby."

"We'll finish this later," Gibbs said as he got up from the chair, looking down at a prostrate Alex, "now get up."

Alex got up without hesitation. Gibbs walked over to the door and opened to a frantic Abby. "Gibbs, Gibbs! Tony just got a call from our Snow White. She hacked into NCIS and found Tony's cell number and called him! They're in danger!" Abby said as she pulled and tugged at Gibbs.

"Abs, calm down. First question: How did you know that she had gotten in contact with DiNozzo?"

"She called him. Timmy texted me that NCIS had been compromised and that I needed to trace the call that was on DiNozzo's line."

"Second question: What there any threats to…" Alex started as he looked at the Goth.

"McGee didn't say. I used some of our programs that we had written and traced her to somewhere her in the D.C. area, but nothing conclusive. The 'owner' of the computer used was 'Marvel Kid' as in the comic books and the name on the warranty was Yelena Belova. I ran a search on Yelena Belova + Marvel and came up with Black Widow," Abby told the two men.

"Do you have any idea what the Black Widow refers to, Alex?" Gibbs said as he turned around facing the man.

"No, sir. The only black widow I know of is the spider," Alex said as he racked his brain for an explanation, "but maybe Tim would know."

"We'll let the two of them get back first."