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Chapter 16
Gibbs kicked open the heavy fire door that marked the entrance to Vance's domain. The office was neat and tidy, sporting photographs hung neatly on the walls, standing out against the crimson décor. The room was empty apart from a lonely figure sat in a leather office chair facing the city skyline with the back of the chair facing Gibbs.
"Leon Vance! Turn around now you self centred, egotistical, arrogant, cold hearted son of a bitch and face me like a man!" Gibbs shouted at the chair, there was no movement so Gibbs drew his SIG and stalked over to the chair, he grabbed it roughly and swung I around.
Leon Vance sat there, formally dressed in a black suit and tie, tooth pick firmly set between his lips. The only thing Gibbs noticed was out of place was the small round bullet hole which lay between Vance's eyes.
Gibbs took a step back in disbelief. Then the investigator in him won out, he started to illuminate possibilities. He started with suicide, the cup of coffee that sat on Vance's desk was luke warm meaning that he must of brought it up here about an hour ago. Gibbs opened the director's desk and found his handgun still safely secured there. Gibbs checked around for any other weapons and found none, meaning he was dealing with a murder.
Gibbs sighed and dialled McGee's cell number into his mobile, it only took a few rings before the junior agent picked up.
"What is it boss?" McGee asked
"I've got some news…"
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Ziva's arm burned from where her IV cord had been pulled out, a sack had roughly been pulled over her head cutting out all sight he had with the world. Ziva had been tossed in the back of a van and her hands had been zip tied together.
Although the bag cut out sight it didn't reduce her hearing. She heard voices coming from the front so she had awkwardly shuffled in order to enable herself to be able to hear better.
"Well that was easier than expected." A mans voice stated
"I know what you mean, Mossad trained my ass!" Another man scoffed
"I wonder why the boss wants this one so much?" The first man asked the other.
"I don't know and to be honest I don't really care…" The other man answered.
"I still don't know why the boss let her go, she would have been so much more fun than the man." Ziva gasped as she knew they were talking about Tony, she held her breath desperately trying to catch any details.
"Yeah but you have got to admit it's hilarious the way he talks back to the boss…" Okay defiantly Tony Ziva thought to herself.
"Yeah but he mostly just suffers in silence, he dosen't shout or scream,just sits there, like he thinks he deserves it." The first man pondered.
"Maybe he does," The second man replied "boss still hasn't told us why we are keeping them captive."
"Perhaps the boss is just making us kidnap her because he wants a replacement, o be honest I don't think that man is going to last much longer, I mean, have you seen how much blood he is coughing up? That's not natural man!" The man exclaimed and Ziva clenched her fists. Why was Tony coughing blood? What had they done to him? Ziva closed her eyes desperately fighting back the tears, she didn't know what she would do without him, how she would be able to go on.
She silently prayed that the men were taking her to Tony, she wanted to be able to wrap her arms around him and never let him go.
She wondered if Gibbs and McGee had discovered if she was gone yet, she knew that they wouldn't be able to trace her, the men were to smart for that, they had taken her phone and any jewellery that she was wearing, which included her Star of David. She hadn't fought back, she just prayed that they were taking her back to Tony so she could see if he was alright.
Ziva felt that if Tony dies she would only have herself to blame so she closed her eyes, hoping that she wasn't already to late.
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