Chapter Six

Questioning

Tony's body hit the ground with a loud groan, he rolled across the wet floor until his injured shoulder slammed into the opposing wall. He couldn't hold back a scream as pain shot back up his arm, he gripped it tightly with his good arm and rolled on the ground in agony until he was seized by both shoulders. His arms were placed above his head and he grimaced, pulling his facial muscles tightly together as he tried to control the pain. Steel was placed around his wrists and he felt the strain of his weight on both arms caused his head to loll forward against his chest. His breaths were pained and forced each of them racking his body and making it swing forward with the pain that laced throughout his body.

A smirk forced the lips of Atalo up as he walked towards his cousin, his right hand would gently slide against Tony's cheek almost in an affectionate way before he'd pull the hand back and slam it against Tony's face. Tony gritted his teeth to hold back the burning sensation riding up his cheek before Atalo started the gently rubbing again. "So, cousin, how about it? Tell us about your family's dealings in Monaco." Tony closed his eyes as he forced himself to concentrate on raising his head, slowly he turned it to face Atalo his eyes glaring at him daring him to touch him once more.

"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. Field agent for NCIS. ID number 09234." Tony spoke, his tone was strong and forceful as he stared down his current enemy. That was, until Atalo's boot made contact with his chest. The force of the kick forced the air out of Tony's body and sent him swinging back, when his body came forward towards Atalo Tony felt fingers grip his injured shoulder. Atalo quickly squeezed the flesh and bone there, twisting it as he did so. His lips pressed against Tony's ear and he spoke in a soft husky tone.

"Oh, my dear cousin, how long do you think you will survive if I torture you like I did your little partner in the other room? How long do you think your body can handle my..." And he took a finger and inserted it into the bullet wound Tony had from earlier, this elicited a strangled cry of pain as Tony flailed about trying to get away from Atalo. "...my suggestive touch?" With a smirk Atalo beckoned one of his men inside the room.

The big burly man was pushing a metal cart on top of which was a small generator, two metal rods with sponges at the end, and a little black bag that looked much like the one Ziva kept in her desk. Tony closed his eyes at the equipment, his mind flashing back to a movie of course. It was the first Lethal Weapon, Mel Gibson had been captured by the men they were pursuing and was taken to a water room. Much like the one Tony was in now, they had a small generator and two rods with sponges that they used to electrocute him to try and get information from him. Tony's eyes closed a bit tighter, he knew what they were going to do and he'd rather them not. But he readied himself and gritted his teeth.

"Do you know what we are going to do to you my cousin? Do you know the pain you will feel as we bake you from the inside out?" Atalo smirked and picked up a bucket of water that was on the ground. Before splashing it upon Tony, Atalo ripped the rest of Tony's shirt off and discarded the material on the damp ground. When the water hit Tony's sensitive skin he shivered gently, it was cold but the mere fact that it was water made it worse. Everything went quiet as Atalo gripped the rods and nodded his head at the other man so he would turn on the generator. Tony braced his body as much as possible before he felt the heated sponges touch his skin.

A loud throaty scream swung out of Tony's throat as his body began to tremble, the pain of the electricity that was coursing through his body made foam gather at the corners of his mouth. He could feel the strength of the shock pulling his eyes to the back of his head and he was trying his hardest not to bite off his tongue as his teeth chattered against each other. And then there was relief, Atalo had removed the sponges from his body and Tony just swung there gasping for breath. His eyes falling back where they belonged in his eye sockets, he could still feel the charge going through him even though they were long gone.

"Let's try this again Anthony...what is your family's business in Monaco?"

"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. Field agent for NCIS. ID number 09234." Tony mumbled, his voice cracked from the pain his body was now screaming with. He slowly rolled his head to the side and looked at Atalo with half lidded eyes, "Name, rank, and serial number. That is all you will get out of me Atalo."

"Then you will die, and I will have my way with your partner in there because you could not muster the courage to admit your sins young Anthony."

"My partner in there...she'll kill you in more ways then you deserve if you even think of touching her." His eyes forced themselves to open fully as he glared back at Atalo.

"Have it your way Anthony, oh and you should know something before you die. Your boss, Gibbs I believe you call him, I had a visitor drop by his hospital bed. Let's just say your boss proved very weak when a small amount of oxygen was placed in his bloodstream. His heart was too weak to stand just a little bubble, and he died all because of you Anthony. Because your family had to put their nose into my business. And that youthful one...Special Agent Timothy McGee, yes? He found himself into the morgue also, a shotgun blast to the throat will do that to a man. I do believe it will be closed casket for that one, my friend there said his brain splattered around the room. Pink mist he referred to it as. But I wonder? Would you like me and him to pay visits to a young Miss Abigail Scuito and a Doctor Donald Mallard?" Atalo grinned and stroked Tony's cheek.

"You lie Atalo, you were always a manipulator." Tony growled back, a new sense of anger in his pained eyes.

"Oh do I?" Atalo smiled and turned around to walk out of the room leaving Tony dangling there for now, so that the man could be alone with his cruel thoughts.

Tony's mind raced with Atalo's latest words, in his heart he knew it was a lie but at the current state his body was in he couldn't control the thoughts that were going through his head. He could see Gibbs laying in a hospital bed as one of the goons, probably the one he was in the room with now stood at his bosses bedside. A hand was squeezing the intravenous bag that was attached to the wounded agents arm, whilst his other hand pressed the tip of a needle into the line. There was only on CC of air in it. Tony could see the man pushing the pump down on the needle and forcing the air into the IV. For a few moments Gibbs was fine, breathing as he normally did though all the while he was asleep. Until the air traveled through his bloodstream and into his heart. Tony envisioned those blue eyes throwing themselves open, his hands going to his chest as the air stopped his heart. Gibbs would be gasping out his last breaths, his eyes leveling upon the one who did this to him before he left the world.

Tony grimaced but gazed at the door, that was a lie he knew it because Gibbs would never give up on life that easily when he was missing agents. With gritted teeth, Tony laid his eyes upon that man that remained in the room. "So, you are the one that killed Gibbs eh?" Each word dripped from Tony's mouth like acid.

"I kill boss, yes." The man's broken English represented itself and Tony smirked, this would be easy.

Tony spoke thickly, an italian voice that he rarely used around work. He'd use it on select women to tease them, but most of the time he only spoke in Italian when around his family. His voice was strong and confident, each word hanging just a bit longer than the previous one for emphasis. "Dunque che ha somigliato a, il mio capo?" His intention was to see exactly what this man knew about Gibbs, to make sure it was a lie.

"Era debole giusto come lei, non potrebbe maneggiare il dolore. Ha rinunciato sotto la mia mano, fissando vuotamente come era stato tradito." The man spoke with a smirk. And that's when Tony knew, the man spoke about Gibbs being weak. And instead of saying that they had killed him with air, he spoke of choking Gibbs which he knew Gibbs would never let him do. That was enough, Tony would make sure he lived through this if it was the only thing he could do.

(( Translations to Tony and the Goon's Italian:

"So what did he look like, my boss?"

"He was weak just like you, couldn't handle the pain. He gave up under my hand, staring blankly like he had been betrayed."))

Author's Note

Spring break is over for me today, so I will try to keep up on my updating as quickly as possible. But with school it may take a while.