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Flashback:

Tim was playing in the front yard, with the family pet. A small Labrador. Although the dog belonged to Sarah, he took care of it as if it was his own. As he threw the ball, his father looked up glaring at the boy.

"Stop tossing the ball this way Timothy. You will break something." His voice held anger and annoyance. The man was waxing his 'precious' Camaro, for the third time.

Tim swallowed hard. "Yes sir." It was around five pm and Tim was just about to head back in. Of course the pup wanted one more run. So Tim thought nothing in throwing the ball once more. Of course with his luck the ball went straight for the car, shattering the drivers window. He went completely pale, his heart stopped beating.

His father ran out from the garage, gawking at the car. Reaching through the window he pulled out the ball, his steel cold eyes landing on the Tim. "I warned you not to toss the ball here! Did I not warn you!"

Tim shrieked back bidding weakly. "Yes sir."

"Then why did you!" Throwing the ball. Tim was hit on the chest, causing him to whiz. "You worthless brat! I do everything for you! Give you everything! And you can't simply follow directions!" Slapping the boy across the face, he snorted at how easy he fell. "You are a terrible excuse of a child. Your sister is ten times more of a man than you!"

Tim stayed quiet, taking the beating as they came. Glancing towards the house he spotted his mother, holding his sister and crying. Yet she never tried to stop him. It hurt more than the other times. The taste of blood pooled into his mouth. His nose was clogged with blood as well, making it hard to breath. Curling up in a ball, he shielded him self. His arms draped over his head as the blows came. They were raw and hard, he usually would be drunk making his beating sloppy and bearable. Now they were a direct hit, causing more damage than usual. Tim was losing conscious by the second, his only thought wishing it was over. His mother had disappeared into the house taking Sarah with her. Tim was grateful for one thing. As long as his father was beating on him, Sarah was unharmed. Just as he was about to give in, the beatings stopped. Daring a peek he was shocked to see two young men holding his father down.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The blond haired growled. "He is just a kid you asshole!"

Admiral thrashed against them. "He is my son and I have the right to discipline him! Let me go!" Tim didn't dare move. Too afraid in making him angrier.

The dark haired kneed him in the stomach. "Discipline? You were beating him!" Hitting him again. "My father was like you and you know what? He got what he deserved."

Tim's mother was inside calling the cops. Telling them two men had assaulted her husband and son. She simply waited a few minutes before they arrived. Of course Tim didn't dare to answer anything when asked, especially not with the painful grip his father had on his shoulder. As the men were taken, Admiral McGee threw the boy into the house.

Tim of course knew this wasn't over. But there was nothing he could do.

End of flashback:

"He continued until Tim had given up and laid uncaution on the attic floor." She whispered. "I was allowed to give him food and medicine the next day."

Gibbs stared at her with disgust and anger. "You had called the cops. You had them there. Why didn't you say anything? Those boys were charged for something they didn't do. Not only that, but because of that Tim still got a beating. You know how many car Windows I broke? Not once did my father try and kill me! I was grounded yes and yelled at, but never beaten." The woman kept her head low. "Is Tim his son?"

She gasped, offended. "How can you ask that?! Of course he is his son!"

"It surprising that he not once touched either of you and yet Tim was hit daily. Not even when he left for colleague did he touch either of you. Why is that?"

"I don't know." She replied.

Gibbs sighed. "Your son has been through a lot in his life. Of he is not the admiral's son the least you can do is tell him. I have a feeling he will be much happier than upset." Giving her a look, he walked out. His body was begging for coffee.

Ziva sighed for the fifth time. Tony and her have been trying to located the attackers for the past four hours. Not a single hair was left behind. They couldn't even find the so call rape victim. She was the key to finishing all of this. They find her and they find the others. They are Probably held up somewhere together waiting for Michael to show up. She wanted to ruff him up and make him tell them all he knew. But that was against the rules. A sudden smirk appeared on her lips.

Quantico Virginia.

JJ at her desk waiting for her husband to finish up talking with Hotchner. When suddenly his phone rang. Without hesitation she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Donovan there?" Ziva was surprised by the female's voice. Frank never allowed anyone to answer his phone.

JJ frowned. "He's busy at the moment. Would you like to wait or call later?"

"No I rather wait."

"Okay." JJ knew this had to be work. It was the only reason anyone would call this number. Now she knew the kind of work he did, but she never approved it. What would her team say if they find out he was an CIA assassin.

"So you are?" Ziva asked trying to remove the awkward silence.

Not sure why, but knowing this woman meant no harm she answered. "Frank's wife. You?"

"A work friend." She replied.

"Neshema who is that?" Frank asked having left the office and walked up behind her.

JJ jumped from surprised. "Damn it Frank! You know I hate when you do that!"

With a chuckle he leaned in for a kiss. "Sorry love. Now who is on the phone?"

"A friend called Ziva." She smiled handing him the phone.

Frank frowned. "Ziva?"

"Hey Frankie."

"What's the problem?"

Ziva laughed. "Must there always be a problem for me to call?"

"Yes. Now spill it." With a sigh she explained everything from the begging to now. "Okay. Still don't know as to why you called me. You have the main instigator. Find out what else he knows."

"We are not back at home Frank. I can't use the same techniques here as we did back there. We can only use words and threats." It was so frustrating. Back home they would torture and beat the truth out of them. Lay one finger on them here and all goes to hell.

"So what makes you think I can? I go by the same rules you do Ziva." Frank didn't want to get involved in something he had no clue of. For all he knew said agent had it coming.

"Frank Tim is a friend and team mate. They did this out of jealousy and hatred. He didn't deserve this. I just want to find out who did it." She was begging and that was never good. "Frank I'll pay you double of what the normal rate."

Frank scoffed. "Its not about money Ziva. I could do for free if I wanted to. Its that I have no idea what I am getting into. The victim was a cop. Every step being made is carefully looked at. Not to mention my career and my wife's. How do I know the agent didn't deserve what he got?"

That hit a nerve. "He did nothing in the extreme of getting gutted Donovan. Tim is harmless unless provoked. I just want to know the truth. But I can get someone else."

Frank knew she knew he wasn't going to let that happened. The very few she can get, don't know when to stop and end up killing the suspect. Frank had the knowledge and training. He knew how much a man or woman can handle by simply looking at them. "Fine! I'll be there as soon as possible. Latest tomorrow night." Without letting her thank him or say goodbye he hung up.

JJ glanced up at him, from her desk. "Can we still get dinner?"

Frank smiled softly. "Of course. I'm not leaving until tomorrow morning."

Back with Ziva:

Ziva smirked at the phone. Frank was the only one at the moment that would be able to make Michael talk. She was actually beginning to feel bad for him. In her younger age, she had tagged along on Frank's missions. And they were not pretty. The longest anyone and ever lasted with Donovan was five minutes. The least? He didn't even touch the man.

"What's with the smirk?" Tony asked. Having come back from buying lunch.

Ziva smiled up at him. "I may just found a way to break Michael."

"Oh? Do tell." Tony grinned. Michael was the only that could sort all of this out. he was the one that held, the answer as to where the other's were.

Ziva shook her head. "No can do. I rather show you than tell you, it will ruin the surprise other wise." Grabbing her bag and lunch, she headed towards the elevator. "I'm going to go see Gibbs and make him eat something. Could you check on Jethro? He hasn't been out at all today."

"Sure. But ziva how are you going to make him talk?" Tony pried.

Ziva raised an eyebrow. "I never said I was the one to break him tony. I simply said I might have found the way. Now go. Jethro is probably driving the neighbors crazy." Without letting him ask more she left.

After making sure Gibbs had eaten his dinner and Tim was sleeping well, she decided to head home and take a shower. Tomorrow things would take a turn for the better. Well she hoped. Gibbs and the others already knew she was up to something, she had no choice but to take them with her. They will most likely be against it, but it was the only way at the moment. Gibbs was to distracted at the moment to interrogate Michael.

Frank arrived at the building later the next morning. He stood out from the crowd within the office. Dressed in all black and clearly not an agent with them. Looking around he spotted a young man and Ziva. Walking up to her he smirked, she had yet to know he was there.

"Neshema." Frank laughed at the foot high jump she gave. "Rather disappointment Ziva. Before you knew I was in the room before walking in. You are losing your touch."

Ziva glared at the taller man. "None of us are at our best Frank. Between no sleep and eating it has taken a toll."

Frank frowned. "You have forgotten all I have taught you."

"No, but I am a bit too tired Frank." Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she smiled softly. "This is Tony Dinozzo."

Frank nodded and shook his hand. "Pleasure. Now what is it you need?"

"We need you to make him talk." Ziva explained.

Frank sighed running a hand through his hair. "You know what it is I do. Do they?" He gestured to Gibbs, Tony, Abby and Ducky. "If I do this I want no objectives. You called me in and you know how I work."

Ziva nodded. "I will stop them if they try anything. Where will you be taking him?"

Frank shrugged. "There is an abandoned ware house in the outside of the city. I have everything I need there only said man missing." Pinning a glare toward Ziva he spoke. "I am putting a lot in line for you Ziva. Before I only cared and looked out for me. I have a family, but you are also my family. That is the only reason I am getting involved. My bosses can not know of this."

Ziva placed a hand on his arm. "I promise Frank. This will not leave this group."

With a heavy sigh he nodded. "Where is he?"

Ziva gestured toward Tony. "Its best if you wait downstairs. Wouldn't be convenient if he is seen anywhere near you."

Frank glanced at his watch. "Make it fast. I only have six hours." Leaving her with that he walked away.

Gibbs took the chance to walk towards her. "What is going on?"

"You remembered that time you asked what it was that I did for Mossad?" Gibbs nodded. "Well you are about to find out first hand. Frank Donovan was the who trained me." Before Gibbs could leave she stopped him. "Promise me that whatever you see today, you will not intervene. I do not want you to get hurt."

Gibbs frowned. "What is going to happen?"

"Jethro please trust me." She knew this was going to be tuff on him. "What you will see is not the prettiest nor the nicest, but Donovan knows what he is doing. Please promise."

Gibbs didn't know what to say. But one look into her eyes and he was promising. To what he had no clue, but he hoped it would help find the bastards that did this. "I am not going to like it am I?"

Ziva blushed. "No, no you will not. You can stay with Tim, while we go with Frank."

"No I want to head when he talks." Gibbs growled. Like hell he was going to miss the bastard squeal.

"Alright, we need to transport Michael." Ziva smiled.

Tony had gone for the prisoner and placed him In the back of a truck. All was peculiar. Ziva had placed a black sack over Michaels head. She drove around the same block three times and stopped in an alley for an hour. When asked she simply called it precautions.

It about three hours to arrive at a creepy looking building. Ziva stopped either of them from getting out of the truck.

"What?" Gibbs asked.

She pointed to the two building aside. "Sniper on each rooftop. You get out and they will shoot."

Gibbs glanced up and frowned. She wasn't lying. Two men, dressed in black and faces covered in a mask were sitting on the rooftops. One in each. Their rifles aimed at the truck, most likely at them. "Oh." Sitting for a few seconds the door to the building opened.

A man dressed from toe to head in black. An automatic rifle hanged loosely in his arms. Trusting his friends on the roof to cover him. Walking up to the truck he knocked on the window. Ziva lowered it. "ID." He ordered.

Ziva handed him their ID's. "He knows I was coming."

The man simply ignored her. A group of ten or more men jogged out of the building, dressed just as the man. "Secure the truck. There is a prisoner in the back. Get K-9 out here as well." He turned back to Ziva. "I know he is expecting you, but we must secure the vehicle before allowing you in."

"I understand." Ziva nodded.

After they were secured, ziva drove the truck in a garage. Tony jumped When the back doors were ripped open. Two men reached in and grabbed Michael, dragging him out. Michael in returned talked and trashed earning him a kick in the stomach. Tony was about to protest, but was stopped by Ziva. As they climbed out they finally for to look around, it wasn't much. In fact, it was just a garage.

"This way please." One of the two spoke.

Following him through a door, they headed down some stairs. By the time, they reached the bottom it had been a minute or two. Going through another door they came into what looked like an indoor stadium. The room was enormous. Right in the middle was a chair and beside it was a man.

"Wait up here." One said, as they dragged a pissed of Michael with them.

Frank rolled his eyes at the trashing man. They always come fighting, but never last. "Sit him down and remove the cowl and handcuffs." Doing as told. Michael stood up to run. Frank tripped him within the first step. "You two go wait outside. You know the drill."

"Yes sir."

Looking up at Ziva and the group he sighed. "There is a waiting room behind you. If you are hungry there is food as well." Turning back to Michael he saw he was sitting already. Studying him for a bit he rolled his eyes. "You know Neshema for a favor like this, you could have at least brought me one that will last." Grabbing a handful of Michaels hair, he smirked. "I give him no more than three minutes."

Ziva shook her head softly. "I'll keep that in mind next time."

"Right well…Michael, is it?" Man, in question simply stared. Frank threw a punch at him. "We already started bad. I ask you answer. Understood?" Michael nodded, yelping at the punch. "With words Michael."

"Understood."

"Good." With a satisfied smile, he walked to a table. Pulling out a file he kneeled before Michael. "Do you know why you are here?"

"No."

Riffing up his hair Frank laughed. "That's alright. I'll talk you. You know the whereabouts of those who attack a Timothy McGee. I am here to make you talk."

It was Michael who laughed. "They couldn't what makes you think you can?"

"I don't go by their rules. I have my own. And a very different approach when it comes to interrogation." Frank smiled. "Now you want it the easy way or hard way?" Michael glared at him. "Hard."

Gibbs stared at the two from the balcony on top. This was wrong, but he needed answers. Even if he wanted to stop it, he doubted he would reach them before getting shot. Looking up at the man standing at the top of the stairs he growled. Not even worth it. He flinched at the wires he saw out. Yes, very bad idea.

Frank had one of his agents help him hold Michael down. As they tied him to the chair. "Now I would have loved to start off with something else, but I was warned not to leave a Mark on you. So how about something painful and classic?" Pulling back the covers one cart, Michael yelped.

A car battery laid on top of it. Wet wires connecting to it. Not to mention the run of water underneath it. The tub was quickly placed under his feet, then tied to the chair. As much as he fought he couldn't remove them.

Frank connected the positive to the wire on his right wrist. "Like I said, can't leave a mark." Making sure it was secure he grabbed the file again. "Now let's start of with something easy. Why did you attack agent McGee?"

"I didn't attack him!" Michael growled. Yelling at the electricity running through his body.

Frank stopped. "Don't lie! Again, same question!"

"I didn't-" He wasn't able to finish before Frank turned the battery up again.

Ziva has forgotten what this was like. At least he wasn't cutting anything off. She still couldn't figure out how he got a wife. Don't get her wrong he was amazing in bed, but he was an assassin.

"One more time. Same question." Frank said.

Michael panted and heaved. "I wanted him out of the way. Have what he had."

"Good. See that wasn't so hard." Frank chuckled at the glare. "Where are your partners? The attackers?"

"I-I don't know. After they told me what they did I kicked them out." Michael whispered.

Frank had to use something else. This was going to hurt if he didn't talk. That and he might break the no marks rule. "Bring the table out! And the dogs!"

Tony glanced around trying to see who he was talking about. He had forced the events and sounds out of his head and focused on Tim instead. This was all for him. Looking back down he nearly screamed at the two huge dogs walked out. Clearly, they had some wolf in them. Each were tied, but the harness didn't look strong enough.

"Meet Lucifer and angel. Haven't eaten since our last mission together and are willing to kill anything at the moment." Frank grabbed a steak from the cart passing it by their noses. The animals growled trying their best to grab it. Frank walked towards Michael. "I don't know how long those chain's will hold." Stuffing the steak into his jacket he grabbed a bucket, with what appeared to be towels in them. gesturing to his men, they cut Michael lose and hauled him onto the table. Wasting no time, they tied him down once more.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" His voice was panic and fear rolled in one. "You can do this!"

"Then answer my question!" Frank yelled. Wetting a towel and placing it over his mouth. "Where are they?!"

"I-" He shook his head.

Frank growled inwardly. "Hold the towel down!" he ordered. Grabbing the hoes from the ground, he poured it over the man. He stopped after a few seconds. His helper removing the towel. "Where are they!"

Michael shook. "I cant betray them!"

Frank shook his head. "Then suffer the consequences." Handing the hoes to his helper, he walked back to the table. Reaching for the cables, his helper began the water torture as he turned the battery on. After what Ziva counted five seconds they stopped. She had to hold Gibb's hand after he tried to bolt down. "More?"

"Alright! Just please stop! I will tell you, just-just stop" Michael gasped, trying so very hard to get his air back.

Frank lowered the cables and had the water shut off. "Where are they?"

"My cabin in the woods. They are waiting for me there." He admitted.

Frank glanced at the file. "The girl with them as well?" Michael nodded. "Very well." Giving him one last punch in the abdomen, he pulled the steak out tossing it to the dogs. "You have what you needed. Now take him!" Frank yelled to Ziva. The animals were each pulled back. Frank gathered all equipment and Michael. Once he had handed him over, Ziva hugged him.

"Thank you, Frank." She smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

Frank chuckled. "It was nothing Neshema. Like I said before you are my family and I'll do anything for family. Now if you'll excuse me I promised to be there for my sons soccer game." Making a gesture with his hands, the rest of the men began leaving. "Remember my name must never come up in any of this." Ziva nodded, giving him her word as he left. Frank removed his mask in the car and left. His work was done and had nothing left to do.

"I was expecting more blood and terror." Tony mumbled as they drove back.

Ziva laughed. "This is nice frank. Frank only did a mild interrogation because I asked him too. If I hadn't we would have a bloody, near death and most likely missing a finger or two prisoner."

Tony paled. "Seriously?" Ziva nodded. Glancing at the still shaking man he felt pity. "Your man is sick."

Ziva snorted. "Its his job. Besides he rarely has to do this." Glancing a Gibbs, she placed her hand on him. "We have them now. Everything will get better."

Gibbs smiled softly. "I know. Let's drop this off and get those bastards." He was ready to end this. End this and focus solely on making everyone pay and McGee's recovery. He just hoped nothing new popped up. God, he prayed this was finally over.