A/N: Hello everyone! Once again, this is FiveForFighting09's sister. Turns out, her elbow was broken. So, since nothing was displaced, she's currently in a brace that looks something like the bottom pic: http (colon) /www( dot) aircast (dot) com/images/products/Upper/mayo_elbow_brace (dot) jpg (which in my opinion is much better than a cast).

Needless to say, she can only type one handed. So, she wants to tell you guys all thanks so much for waiting and for your patience. The next chapter should be up a bit sooner since, her words not mine: "she's not loopy on painkillers anymore".

Chapter Five

"You know," Tony sighed as their suspect stumbled over the chair he had just been sitting on, "I really hate it when they run."

Ziva just glared at Tony for a quick second as they each took off after the suspect.

"Federal Agents!" Tony yelled, hoping his declaration would get the crowd to part.

Seeing their suspect head down an overly busy street, Tony picked up the pace, his feet flying over the sidewalk as he raced after the suspected murder.

"Move!" Tony said, dodging passed buyers and the occasional stroller.

Giving the last couple yards all he had, Tony launched himself at the guy, causing them both to roll and tumble a few more feet before coming to a stop.

"Gotcha," Tony said triumphantly before dodging a wild punch thrown by their Petty Officer, "Dude, my back-up's a former Mossad assassin. I would really consider a change in your strategy."

"I didn't do anything!" the man yelled as he struggled with Tony who was having a hard time getting the cuffs on him.

"Really?" Tony said in a mock astonished tone, "My bad. Here, let me let you go, it's all been a misunderstanding. Because really, almost everyone jumps out of their seats and runs away from federal agents when they've done nothing wrong."

"I aught to-" the man glowered, jerking his head backwards in an attempt to hurt Tony.

"Woah," Tony said, as he jerked his own head back, the Petty Officer's head missing his nose by inches, "Not cool. You don't give people with migraines concussions. That's not very nice," Tony said pushing the Petty Officer against the concrete with more force, "Not very nice at all."

Right then Ziva arrived on the scene, "I am sorry. There was a traffic ram and I could not get through the people."

"She means jam," Tony said, shoving the Petty Officer again when the man made an attempt to throw Tony off, "Alright, now that's just getting annoying. You see my partner right there? Well she's the former Mossad assassin I was telling you about. So go ahead, try and get up. But Petty Officer Cooper, let me tell you. You're much safer with me."

The Petty Officer let off a stream of curse words that would make even Marine blush as Tony patted him down for any weapons.

"McGee and Gibbs are en route with the car," Ziva said, flipping her phone shut with one hand, the other on her side arm, "Do you need any help Tony?"

"No," Tony gave the Petty Officer a cocky smile, "I think we've come to an understanding."

"I told you, I didn't do anything," Petty Officer Cooper said once again as Tony and McGee loaded him into the vehicle, "You got the wrong guy."

Tony rubbed his head, the beginnings of a headache starting to form, "You would think," Tony huffed as he reached into his pocket to pull out an Advil, "That after the fourth or fifth time of saying that, he would figure out that no one is listening to him."

"I do not believe he is the sharpest tool in the shed," Ziva said, looking at Tony as if waiting for him to correct any error she might have made.

"Finally," Tony yelled, despite his headache, as he raised his arms to the sky as if rain was suddenly falling on his drought stricken crop, "She finally gets one. It think…I can die happy."

"They're won't be any dying in the foreseeable future, are we clear?" Gibbs tapped DiNozzo on the back of the head.

"Crystal Boss," Tony said, working very hard to keep the pain out of his voice.

"Alright, let's get out of here," Gibbs said, "You too," he pointed to McGee and Tony, "Go get the other car."

"But that's-" Tony started but stopped mid-complaint.

It couldn't be.

"Tony?" McGee said, the smile slowly falling from his face, "Is everything alright?"

He's can't be here. He can't be here.

"Boss," Tony whispered as his eyes got big. He could feel his heart pounding as his whole body filled with electricity.

How did he-

"DiNozzo?" Boss said, turning to try to see what exactly had Tony so mesmerized.

HE SHOULDN'T BE HERE!

Gibbs watched as the shock fell from Tony's face only to be replaced with an all-consuming rage. Gibbs had never seen that look on his second's face before.

"Tony," Gibbs reached out to grab Tony's arm but before he had even finished says DiNozzo's name, Tony was off, racing down the alleyway after someone.

"Watch Cooper Ziva!" Gibbs yelled to Ziva, as he and McGee hurried to follow Tony.

Man, could that kid run, Gibbs thought as he watched Tony move. After the plague, it had taken Tony months, if not years, to regain his same speed and endurance that he had had upon coming into contact with the Y. pestis. It had been that former fitness that had gone a long way to keeping Tony alive.

And now, seeing him run like this, Gibbs just hopped that Tony was actually running after something that wouldn't ruin him.

Heart pounding.

Chest tightening.

Up, down, up down.

Legs pumping.

Fast.

Faster.

Fasterfasterfasterfaster FASTER!

Tony hurried after the man he had almost not seen at all. He wouldn't let him get away.

He had tripped back then, had let someone else take the fall- Ben- but he wouldn't let it happen again. He was stronger now- if only in the mind- and he wouldn't lose.

He was so close. The man had a head start, which was the only reason Tony hadn't caught him already.

Because Tony would catch him. And when he did, he would beat him and crush him and tear him apart until he knew how he had gotten here. How he had gotten out of prison.

Making a leap that would have made his old coach proud, Tony grabbed the man's arms, pinning them at his side as they fell so the man wouldn't be able to stop his descent.

Feeling the crack of the man's head, presumably hitting the dirt ground of the park they were in, Tony flipped the man over quickly, grabbing fistfuls of the man's somewhat ratty jacket and shirt.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Please," the man pleaded, looking at Tony with wide, petrified eyes, "Oh please-"

"Please?" Tony yelled, screaming in the guys face, "That's the first thing you say to me now? NOW?"

"I don't-Detective DiNozzo-" the man gasped for breath.

"You remember me then, don't you?" Tony pulled the jacket harder, slamming the man into the ground as hard as he could, "Don't you?"

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs called when he finally caught up to his Agent and the man that Tony had tackled, "What the hell?"

"I-I," the man beneath Tony tried to lift his hands to protect himself from the blows that Tony never gave him.

"How did you get here?" Tony screamed again, his voice cracking with the furry that his body held, "You should be rotting away for the rest of your god-forsaken life!"

"Tony!" Gibbs pulled the Italian off the man, having to work extra hard when Tony made another lunge at the cowering man on the ground.

McGee, who stood behind Gibbs, made no move to come near DiNozzo. He had only seen Tony truly mad a handful of times but he had never seen Tony like this before.

"He killed him," Tony turned to Gibbs, trying to remove Gibbs' hold from his jacket, "He killed him-he-he killed him-"

"Who?" Gibbs asked as McGee gave the two a wide berth to secure the man Tony had tackled.

But Tony didn't answer him, only made another lunge to get his hands on the still whimpering man.

"Who?" Gibbs asked again, giving Tony a rough shake. Tony turned to Gibbs, as if seeing him and McGee for the first time.

"Ben," Tony's face crumbled, "He killed Ben."

"You understand," Gibbs said as he sat down to talk to a Clinton Howard, "That we aren't charging you with anything. That you are here because you agreed to talk to us."

Clinton Howard, the man who had killed Tony's then partner, Ben Donavan, nodded and wrung his hands, "I know."

"Would you like anything to eat or drink?" Gibbs asked Howard.

"A uh-a water would be nice," Clinton said, his hands holding the ice pack to his forehead. He had a sizeable bump forming from where Tony had slammed him to the pavement.

"Alright then, just sit tight," Gibbs stood and exited the room, knowing he would be facing the wrath of his Senior Field Agent.

"What are you doing?" Tony fumed, standing toe to toe with his Boss, "Asking him if he's thristy? Or hungry? He should be down in lock up-he should be in chains, down in the freaking basement , waiting for the LEO's to pick him up and throw his ass in maximum-"

Gibbs could see the tension lines on Tony's forehead, a sure sign that the young man was in pain.

"Your head feeling alright DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, fighting ever urge to slap some sense into Tony right now.

"Fine," Tony's teeth clenching to hide the lie. His head was killing him. And he hadn't had a headache this bad…

"Cause you look like you've been through the ringer," Gibbs said quietly.

"I'll be fine as soon as he's back in jail," Tony breathed, trying his hardest to release some of the tension in his shoulders. Ducky had told him that high blood pressure could trigger a migraine and Tony could afford one of those- not now.

"Boss," McGee said, exiting the other interrogation room, eyeing Tony warily, "Petty Officer Cooper says he wants to talk to you."

"I'm busy McGee," Gibbs turned to Tim, "You aren't a Probie anymore. You can handle an interrogation."

"He says he won't talk to me," McGee said, swallowing slightly, "He uh-he will only talk to you Gibbs, even asked for you by name. Says he'll tell you all the names."

"All the names?" Gibbs asked, "We've only found two bodies."

McGee nodded, biting his lip nervously, "He says there's more."

Looking apologetically at Tony but knowing there was nothing he could do, Gibbs turned to his second, "Do not, and I mean do not go in there. Is that understood?"

"Crystal," Tony seethed.

"McGee, make sure he doesn't go in there," Gibbs left his final instruction with the junior of the two agents, knowing that if Tony really wanted to, McGee wouldn't stand a chance in keeping Tony out.

Tony watched as Gibbs disappeared into the interrogation room before glaring at McGee.

Of course, the glare would have been a whole lot more convincing if he hadn't crumbled to the floor in pain.

"Tony!" McGee yelled, reaching forward and somewhat cushioning the man's fall, "Tony are you okay?"

Tony didn't answer though. He just held up his hand, his eyes already squinting against the light in the hallway.

"Migraine," Tony panted. Where had all this pain come from?

"Oh," McGee said, immediately lowering his voice, "Do I call an ambulance? Do I get Gibbs-do-"

"Ducky," Tony whispered, finding that if he talked just so the pain didn't increase with the noise, "No Gibbs. No hospital."

"Alright," McGee said, helping Tony to his feet.

Both men made their way down to autopsy, finding the ME talking to their latest victim.

"And my dear, that is why one should never go hiking with-" Ducky stopped talking when he caught sight of the Agents before him.

"Anthony?" Ducky said, walking forward quickly, "Is everything alright?"

Tony opened one eye slowly only to slam it back shut again when the intense light of the autopsy room hit his retinas.

Seeing this action, Ducky quickly hurried to his office before bringing back a vial and syringe, "Anthony, have you taken anything for your migraine?"

"Advil," Tony said so low that Ducky almost didn't catch it, "Thought-thought it was headache."

"I see," Ducky filled the hypodermic needle with the right amount of Naratriptan, "It is good then. This shot will work much quicker than those pills you have."

"At home," Tony mumbled, and since his eyes were closed, he did not see Ducky's scowl.

Saving the argument for another day, Ducky shooed McGee out of the office before enlisting Jimmy to help in giving Tony his shot. Call it the professional side of him, but Ducky believed it far better to have Mr. Palmer- who was a doctor in training, than McGee see this side of Tony.

Pulling Tony's boxers and pants down, Ducky turned off the lights of the office, giving the drug a few minutes to work its magic.

"Mr. Palmer," Ducky said, keeping his voice low so as to not aggravate Tony's migraine, "Would you be so kind as to drive Anthony home? I'm sure he would appreciate recovering in his own bed, rather than on my office couch."

"Of course Doctor," Jimmy said, "How long should we give him?"

"A few minutes," Ducky said, "Timothy?"

"Yes Ducky?" Tim said nervously from where he stood by the entrance.

"Would you call ahead and inform Morgan that Tony is ill?"

"Not a problem," McGee answered before turning to Jimmy, "I'll be back to help you get him to your car."

"Thanks McGee," Jimmy smiled before glancing back inside the dark office. Though the professional side of him knew that many people suffered from migraines and were perfectly fine, the friend part of him couldn't help but ask the question.

"He'll be alright, right Doctor?" Jimmy asked the wise old ME.

"In a day or two, he'll be fit as a fiddle," Ducky said before turning back to his other guest, "Now, if you excuse me, I must finish talking to this young lady."

"Uncle Tony?" Benny said, walking around Jimmy and his Momma as they helped his Uncle into his room. The best part about Uncle Tony's room, at least in Benny's opinion, was that it only had one window. But that window was high up and Uncle Tony had covered it with shutters and a big black cloth awhile ago when he started getting bad headaches.

"Momma," Benny said, his voice cracking with worry, "What's wrong with Uncle Tony?"

Uncle Tony groaned and his eyes got all squinty like Benny's did after watching a movie at the movie theaters and then having to walk outside.

"Shush," his Momma told him gently.

"Is it a bad headache?" Benny asked, much more quietly, "Hospital?" Benny started playing with the hem of his Superman cape, worrying the edges.

"No Benny," Morgan said while Jimmy took Uncle Tony to the restroom. They were in there a long time and Benny was starting to get really worried that something had happened. But just then, the door opened slowly and Tony came out even though his face was still all squinty.

Following Uncle Tony all the way to his room, Benny shifted nervously on his feet when Momma told him not to go in.

He wasn't going to be able to stay with Uncle Tony tonight.

But what if something happened to Uncle Tony? Who would hear him? Benny stayed with his Momma when Uncle Tony worked really late and he never heard Uncle Tony move around in the night. Not even Momma did and if she couldn't hear Uncle Tony, what if-

"Benny," Momma's nice cool hand was on his check and her touch reminded him to slow his breathing down and take deep breaths like Uncle Tony showed him.

"That's it Benny," Momma said, smiling when the black spots danced away and Benny could see better again, "That's my boy."

"I forgot again," Benny said after a moment, "Sorry Momma."

"Nothing to be sorry for Benny," Momma pulled him close for a hug. Momma really liked hugs and Benny liked them too, most of the time. Except when AJ would try to hug him after football cause after running and playing AJ got really stinky.

"Is Uncle Tony gonna be alright Momma?" Benny asked as he tried to see into the dark room. Was Uncle Tony really in there? What if the monsters got him while he was all alone?

"He's going to be alright Benny," Momma smoothed his hair out, just like Uncle Tony did in the mornings because his hair got crazy when he slept. Uncle Tony said that a mouse lived in his hair but Benny was pretty sure a mouse lived in the bed because Uncle Tony's hair was always crazy too.

"Sure?" Benny said, wishing he could see Uncle Tony.

"I promise," Morgan smiled before standing up and thanking Jimmy. Jimmy was nice, Benny figured, and he was Uncle Tony's friend. Jimmy knew Momma the longest because Uncle Tony had invited Jimmy over once when no one else knew they were with Tony. Benny figured that Jimmy was a lot more fun that Ziva and McGee but that was just because Jimmy could play the drums when his Uncle played the piano.

"Okay," Benny said quietly to himself. He could "hold down the fort" until AJ got home. But AJ got home late because of practice and April was spending the night next door with Ms. O'Leary and her grandkids cause it wasn't a school night.

"I'll see you later Benny," Jimmy smiled, ruffling the hair that his Momma had just smoothed out.

"Bye Jimmy," Benny said quietly. He didn't walk Jimmy to the door.

He would stay by Uncle Tony's room.

Just in case.

"Here you go Mr. Howard," Gibbs said after almost an hour with Petty Officer Cooper. The Petty Officer hadn't been right in the head and after an hour of going round and round with needless facts, Gibbs had figured that Copper had killed two people and two people only.

"Um, uh," Mr. Howard fidgeted in his seat, "Your uh, your agent said I could make a phone call?"

Gibbs nodded and extended his cell phone when Howard made no attempt to get his own.

"Uh hi," Howard said after a few seconds into Gibbs' phone, "Yeah yeah. I'm fine. Um, yeah, but not anymore."

Howard glanced nervously at Gibbs before seemingly answering the voice on the other end, "Yeah. All of them. Okay, bye."

"Wife?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow before placing his phone on the table.

"No my um," Howard shook his head, "Nevermind. It doesn't matter."

"So," Gibbs said finally, "Why did you insist on coming here Mr. Howard?"

"To explain I guess," Howard glanced at the two way mirror, "What happen-I mean when Detective DiNozzo-"

"Special Agent," Gibbs said curtly.

"When Special Agent DiNozzo," Clinton shuffled the cup in his hands, "I didn't kill that person they said I did."

"I know," Gibbs said. He had read about it long ago when he had first hired Tony.

"It all happened so fast, I," Howard looked at the mirror, "Is uh, can everyone else be here? I don't like talking to the glass."

Gibbs worked hard to keep the scowl off it fast but nodded his head, indicating for McGee and Ziva to come in. He had no idea where DiNozzo was. Hopefully he wasn't getting himself into trouble.

Howard's eyes widen considerably when Tony failed to walk into the door.

"Where's Detective DiNozzo?" Howard said, the terrified quality back in his voice.

Gibbs' gut suddenly churned.

"He's not here," McGee said, glaring at the man who had killed AJ's father and Tony's best friend, "What were you going to tell us?"

"Oh no," Howard cradled his face in his shaking hands, "All four of you are suppose to be here."

Gibbs' shoulders straightened and he noticed the change to posture in his two other Agents.

"What's going on here Howard?" Gibbs growled, "What are you doing here?"

"Oh no," Howard cried, "You weren't-everyone was suppose to stay! He said if they didn't stay he would kill-he would kill-"

"What are you talking about?" Gibbs practically yelled, slamming the table to stop Howard's rambling, "Who?"

"I got out of prison two months ago for good behavior and for-um, for being a snitch," Howard said, his mouth moving a mile a minute, "This police guy, he comes and he tells me he'll kill my family if I didn't help him. Mr. Gibbs, I have two kids and a wife and I couldn't-no one would believe me if-"

"Start making sense or so help me," Gibbs let the sentence hang.

"Martin Adams," Howard said hurriedly. When no understanding appeared in any of the Special Agent's eyes, Howard crumbled, "Morgan's husband."

"Tony's Morgan?" Ziva asked.

"I'm so sorry," Clinton shook his head, "I'm so sorry."

Tony rode the waves of pain like a sailboat in turbulent waters.

The trough was always the best part, a second or two of pain free bliss. But Tony couldn't think of much else because even the seconds of no pain weren't enough to get his brain to work pass the all consuming pain that was just around the corner.

Uncle Tony.

Uncle Tony, I think the monster's here.

Uncle Tony.

Please.

Benny? Was that-

Tony lifted himself off the bed when he heard the scream.

"Benny?" Tony said, his eyes watering with the pain from his head. The pain had receded a bit and he vaguely remembered Ducky giving him a shot.

"Benny?" Tony stood and looked around. Benny had just been here. But where had that little boy gone?

"GET OUT!" Morgan yelled.

Scrambling to get up, Tony rushed to the kitchen, holding back the cry of pain when the bright light hit his still sensitive eyes.

"Martin," Tony seethed, "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

Martin turned from Morgan to look at Tony, "Hey DiNozzo. Fancy seeing you here."

A/N2: I know. An evil cliffy. The next chapter should be up shortly. And once again, thanks for everyone reviewed. When you can't enjoy the summer sun, reading your reviews really brightens my day. And once again, thanks to my sister who typed up this whole chapter.