OK – thankyou for all your reviews and your concerns about her age are noted. I decided to base her age on the age of Michael Weatherly – who is 40 this year rather than the actual character who is said to be approx 35… so…I lowered it to 19, Gibbs can make a small teensy mistake can't he? oh erm I'v kinda blown it lol
Just to get one thing straight, I based the description of Amy, the victim on me… not that I was ever a victim of anything, just that I thought it would be a lot easier than cooking up some size zero blonde. However, this version is waaaay skinnier than me and much prettier lol
enjoy. and once again thankyou x
Her eyes open… slowly… the blindfold that covered her eyes for most of the day has been removed and she was having trouble adjusting to the sunlight. Her captor insisted on moving to another place as soon as the video was made… just to be safe. She was in a new room… must have fallen asleep in the boot of the car she thought. All the memories of her childhood were flooding back. The safety and confidence she gained in the last ten years has escaped her completely… she was completely alone.
She sobbed to herself quietly as she looked around the cold, dark room with a window at the top of the wall, near the ceiling, which led her to the conclusion that she was in a basement of some kind. She touched her wrists, they were hurting from the handcuffs that he used to keep her restrained. It all happened so quickly…
Then the door opened and he walked in… menacingly. It reminded her of a scene in the third series of Battlestar Galactica, where one of the main characters is in a detention cell… she chucked to herself with the though… she watches way too much TV… here she is in a life-threatening situation thinking about TV - we all have our ways to stay sane...
He sat down on a chair he carried with him into the room and stared at her. She stared back. It wasn't until he saw her tears glistening in the brief sunlight that he began talking.
"I thought you should know that he got the e-mail. Tony DiNozzo cannot ignore this. Soon, I will be free and you will be safe…"
She flinched at the word "safe". To her "safe" meant lay in her comfortable bed, watching re-runs of Doctor Who and being with her mother. But to him it probably meant with him… in his bed… in a grave…
What she was thinking must have been evident on her face, it all happened so fast. He lunged on top of her and whispered in her ear "you will learn to obey me… even in the most simple of orders…", he unzipped his trousers.
She couldn't remember what face she was making to set him off, she couldn't care less to be quite honest because she was dead either way. But this did not stop her from screaming. She knew it was hopeless, that her screams will go unheard and that whoever else does hear with will probably go along with it... but she screamed nonetheless… because it was her last symbol of hope…
Tony prepared for Jenny to start telling him what he needed to know… then she began…
"Well… this FBI case file involves a young girl called Amy Joyce, 19 years old, from Manchester, UK", a picture popped up on the plasma. Tony stared at her; this picture was taken during happier times. She looked different from the video. She was beautiful, Tony thought, why does she deserve this?
"Her mother's name is Angela Joyce… it was Angela Simpson before she entered a protection programme 10 years ago… ring any bells?", her picture then appeared, next to her daughter's on the plasma… Tony recognised her immediately.
"Angela… oh God…she was one of my first girlfriends, she was a student in London and… er… it ended badly…"
Jenny stared at him… obviously wanting more detail…
"Look Director, its no secret that I have commitment issues, she was the first person who wanted to go down that path with me… I can see why now… she was intent on our relationship staying on track, but then I had to go back to the states and…it crumbled…"
Silence
Tony snapped back to reality, "Protection programme?" Another picture popped up, of a touch-looking man in a mug shot.
"This case goes back 10 years Tony. When Amy was 7, Angela remarried. To a Canadian… Zachary Phillips…it's the same as most domestically violent men: at first things were great then things started going bad for them"
"Define "bad"… please", remembering his manners. Tony had been nothing but grumpy towards Jenny… and she got all this information for him.
"He had a high income and lived the life, but then the company that he worked for was declared bankrupt and he couldn't find another job… because of possible involvement in the company's road to bankruptcy".
"The family were forced to move to a council house in Manchester in a very rough part of town, they were forced to live on benefits and he started drinking… same old story"
There was another pause, and then popped up some crime scene photos on the plasma, one was a knife with blood on it.
"One day when Amy was 10, Angela fought back", Jenny continued, "but when she went to get the phone to call 999 she went back to find Zachary had taken Amy… she was missing for a month" and then there was a picture of a little girl, with bruises on her neck and wrists, then there was a document with a child rape report on it…
"Oh my God…", Tony was feeling sick to his stomach, some things had turned out bad for this guy, but beating your wife to deal with it is one very bad thing… but to sexually abuse your own step-daughter… that is an entirely different frame of mind, the one of a psychopath…
Tony looked away from the pictures; they were extremely disturbing… this kid must have gone through hell…
Jenny broke the silence, "Tony… they caught Phillips a few days later, trying to get medical attention for the stab wound, it wasn't deep but over the 4 weeks he and the girl was missing it must have gotten infected".
"He was charged with Child Rape and Abduction and was sentence 25-life"
"So what's the problem?"
"Shortly after the trial, when they testified the British Police sent the case to the FBI, because they both wanted to go to America for protection. That's why the FBI has it and not the Manchester Metropolitan. But no doubt they will still have records…he escaped prison after being transferred to a minimum security prison for good behaviour and he was spotted in DC just 2 weeks ago"
"What? So no-one decided to track him when they saw him, since they had Britain's most wanted in our capital?" Tony snapped. He could not understand how a man who is an escaped convict had managed to get into the country and why, when he was spotted, he was not brought in… it did not make any sense…
"Someone decided to see where he would lead them because his name popped up from a cime syndicate situated in New York. They felt that Angela and Amy were perfectly safe since they were in California, but the trail went cold after 1 week, one of the agents got sloppy. A probie mistake…"
"So now this man, thinking he has doneresearch on this girl wants to be… pardoned??" he could not think of another word for it, this man wanted to be erased from all records...
"Looks like!"
"Well, what are we gonna do?"
"I have sent her DNA profiles to Abby, she will confirm if you are related within the next 20 minutes"
"And what about the mother… erm… Angela?"
"the FBI were escorting them to a safe house in DC when the car was hit. Angela was critically injured and he left her behind, he also put bullets through the heads of the FBI agents with them…"
"he has help… he has the help of some sort of gang? Or someone powerful enough to succeed in something like this - this crime syndicate"
"Exactly, I'll have Ziva make a few calls, see if Phillips has been "having lunch" or "getting friendly" with someone we don't like, we havent got all the information that we need because it is need-to-know"
"Well, I think this qualifies. I'll make some calls to the hospital, see if they can let me see… Angela. Thankyou Director" Tony began to walk out
"And Tony?" he looked back at Jenny…
"We'll get her back…"
But it still wasn't enough to convince him. He gave her a weak smile and walked out of the room and continued to his desk. Everyone looked at him as he sat down and sighed with his head in his hands. He heard Gibbs asking Ziva to check on McGee and Abby's progress, but she really knew why she had to go... Ziva shot Tony a look, a worried look, this told him that she was there for him...
After a few minutes Tony finally spoke.
"I just don't know how to feel Boss, this is a girl I don't know and… all I want to do is make sure that she is safe…I feel responsible for her…"
"Tony… if you received that e-mail without those word "I have your daughter" would you still feel the need to protect her?"
"Of course Boss… but that's because the e-mail was sent to me… ME!" just then, when he shouted at his Boss he received another slap on the back of the head…
"Pull yourself together DiNozzo! This girl, regardless of who she is, needs your help and if you cannot think rationally then I might have to pull you off the case"
"Gotcha Boss" he said with a slight hint of sarcasm.
It didn't matter, no matter what Jenny, Gibbs or even Abby could do would make him feel better. So much for wanting a good case…
Just then Gibb's phone rang "yeah Gibbs"
"Abby's found something" but Tony already knew, he was already halfway to the elevator.