Chapter 7: Questions
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A/N: I know. Long time. But I've had some serious problems lately with writers block and I've been ridiculously busy. So here you go.
"Another damn boat?" Fornell asked as he walked down the steps into Gibbs's basement. It was dimly lit with a dark figure sanding one of the ribs of the boat. Gibbs took a sip of bourbon and looked up.
"I thought we only had dinner on Thursdays? It's Tuesday." Gibbs said.
"oh, that reminds me, I got a coupon for Chester's in the mail, do you want to give it another try?" Fornell asked thoughtfully.
"no, their burgers taste like cardboard with ketchup." Gibbs said. "we could do that new steakhouse though..."
Fornell shook his head in frusteration. "I'm not here about your damn boat or dinner."
"well then why are you here Tobias?" Gibbs asked as he emptied a jar of nails and poured some amber liquid from a glass bottle into it.
"him." Fornell said slapping down a file in front of Gibbs.
Gibbs knit his eyebrows together and opened it. "Husam Muti Ulman, 16, first documented in Gaza, known connections to Al Qaeda and Hammas, possibly more." he said. Then he looked at the most recent picture of him which was on his fake passport.
He was shocked at how familiar this kid looked.
"he's wanted in multiple countries around the world including the U.S. We had to fight C.I.A for jurisdiction but we won. Chatter says he's here to kill two of your old agents." Fornell said.
Gibbs looked at him expectantly.
"DiNozzo and David. David is moving up to director of Mossad in a matter of days and she's in D.C. for a conference. She's leaving in 2 days."
"why them? Who wants them dead?" Gibbs said angrily. Truth be told, he was scared.
"chatter says a terrorist with connections to almost every known terrorist group in the middle east and Africa. A man by the name of Saleem Ulman." Fornell said.
"he's dead." Gibbs said.
"no he's not. He survived your shot." Fornell said. "why he's going after them, we don't know. But, we do know that he's planning something. Something big."
"where's the kid now?" Gibbs asked.
"we tried to pick him up at the airport today. He was pretty tough to catch. He shot two of my agents, held one hostage, and knocked out a security gaurd. My agents are fine. We got him in the end with three shots. He's at Bethesda now but he's still in surgery. The doctors said he's got a 85% chance."
"so why tell me? I can't do anything. I'm retired." Gibbs said.
"I was checking his pulse when he spoke to me. He said NCIS and Gibbs." Fornell said. "then when I was going through his only bag," he took out the badge and the necklace and dropped them on the open file. "we found these. And I'm sure you don't need me to tell you who they belonged to or where they lost them." Fornell smirked.
Gibbs picked up the objects and inspected them. It had to be them.
"I need to talk to the kid." Gibbs said as he picked up his jacket off the workbench and started up the stairs.
"you need to talk to your agents too." Fornell turned in his spot to face Gibbs who stopped midway up the stairs. "he told me, that his mother named him Anthony."
Gibbs's eyes widened slightly. He had an odd feeling in his gut. Like something bad was going to happen or like 2 of his agents broke a rule.
"yeah got it." Fornell said as he hung up his phone as we walked into Bethesda.
"we have to question him here for now. I just got more intel from one of my agents. 3 more terrorists were caught on Interpol but it's too late. They're already gone. Known ties with Saleem Ulman and the boys at the bureau think they're the ones executing whatever it is Ulman's planning. Husam is a distraction. Especially for you." Fornell finished.
"Well, it's working." I said and took a swig of my coffee.
••••(Anthony's PoV)
Everything was grey and fuzzy. I heard a steady beeping noise coming from beside me. I opened my eyes slightly and was almost blinded. I went to shield them with my hand but I found that it was restrained. I opened my eyes and looked down. My head was pounding. I saw that both of my hands were handcuffed to the hospital bed. I fought against them for only a moment as the primal fear and panic set in but I stopped when shooting pains went up my arm wher I was shot. I had a bandage on my arm but and I felt numb from the morphine hooked up to my other wrist after a few moments. I looked at the cuffs a little closer and I soon realised that there was no escaping these. It wasn't a simple generic design like most. It required 2 separate keys and 2 people to unlock it.
I dropped my head back onto the pillow and sighed in frusteration. I had no idea how long I had been out for. There wasn't a clock. I had to know how much time I had to warn them that three psycho terrorists were after them.
I heard a noise in the corner that startled me. A man was getting out of a chair. The FBI man.
"hello, Anthony." He said. "have a good nap?"
"yes, thank you." I smiled sarcastically.
"well, good. It's always a good idea to get a nap in before an assassination huh?" He smiled sarcastically back at me.
"ah!" I said and pointed a finger back at him and chuckled. "you're not very good at making friends are you?"
"and uh..why would I want to be friends with you?" he asked as he stood by my bed side.
"now, now." I said feigning a look of hurt. "I knew the handcuffs were getting off on the wrong arm but that question was just rude."
"you got a problem with American idioms?" He asked.
"tell me your name." I ignored him.
"Fornell. FBI." he said.
"yeah I got the last part when you shot me. By the way, I didn't lose any organs did I?" I asked. He was getting frusterated with my attitude.
"unfortunately no." he said.
"did you get my message? I was kinda fuzzy." I said.
"oh I got it." Fornell said.
"Gibbs?" I raised my eyebrows in question.
"is listening to what you have to say on a microphone." Fornell said.
"how long have i been out?"
"less than a day since we tried to pick you up."
"tell me what happened after I passed out." I said. "and bring Gibbs in."
***(Gibbs's PoV)
The boy was a perfect mix of Tony and Ziva. There was little doubt in his mind about his parents. He messed up idioms, he was over confident, he looked just like both of them somehow.
This should be interesting.
***(Anthony's PoV)
He decided to play along. The man I saw on the web site came in and stood in the corner.
"well, you were shot in the abdoman and in the thigh. The one in your thigh was a flesh wound. The one in your abdoman was a little trickier. It nicked your spleen and went into your small intestine but it didn't do much damage. They took it out with ease. You got grazed by your temple and the shot in your left forearm was through and through. You may have a little long term nerve damage." he sighed and sat down in a chair by the wall. "we went through your bags." and he stopped.
I leaned my head back and looked up at the ceiling.
"you found the badge and the necklace didn't you?" I asked slowly.
"where did you get them?" Gibbs asked.
"I found them." I said slowly.
"where?" he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Somalia."
"Do you know who they belonged to?"
"Tony DiNozzo obviously."
"the necklace?" he asked.
"not sure." I said. They didn't know I had seen their pictures. I had to watch what I said because even a little slip could put me in jail and then I could never help them.
I saw Gibbs's face. He knew more than he was letting on.
"but you, on the other hand do know." I said.
He nodded. "I do. Why were you sent to kill them?"
"I don't know. But I want to protect them." I said.
"why?" Fornell asked leaning forward.
"I have a theory." I said.
"what would that be?" Gibbs asked.
"why let me guess when you can tell me for fact?" I asked. I could read him like a book. "you knew them, had close relationships with them."
"what was your relationship to them?" Gibbs asked.
"don't know for sure. I don't know much about them."
"you never heard of these people before?" he looked skeptical.
"once." I said. "when I asked, I was shut down."
"do you know why?"
"no."
"any guesses?"
"one."
"go on..." Gibbs said.
"just tell me because I know you know." I said. "I'm done waiting."
"I don't know for sure either Anthony. I don't want to wait either." he said.
I trusted him. I don't know why but I did.
"the woman, that the necklace belonged to, she was my mother. I was told that much." I said. "The man...DiNozzo, I think he's my father." I sighed. It felt good to tell someone my secret but then again, If I was wrong...I don't know what I would do.
Both men looked at eachother.
"what now?" I asked.
"paternity and maternity tests. Back at NCIS." Fornell said. "you'll be taken care of there by a nurse but we have to take you into custody."
"alright." I said softly.
"but before you're discharged, why did three of your terrorist buddies come along?"
"I don't know. I had a seperate mission from them." I said. "but now that I'm compromised, my mission is their mission." I said.
"and what was their mission before. I need specifics Husam. Then maybe we can cut you a deal." Fornell said with urgency in his voice.
"I. Don't. Know." I said strongly back.
Fornell left to go get a doctor and my nurse to get me on the road.
"Gibbs?" I asked. I felt like a little boy again, asking Saleem about them but this time, I wouldn't be beaten.
"This isn't going to end until we're all dead." I said.
"listen, buddy," Gibbs said. "I will do everything in my power, to make sure you and your parents are safe."
"are you sure they're my parents?" I asked carefully.
"we need to wait for blood tests to be sure but..." he stopped when the doctor came in.
A tall African American doctor came in with a clipboard.
"hello Husam." he said. "good to see that you are awake. How are you feeling?"
"fine. How am I doc?" I asked.
He explained everything that Fornell did a few minutes ago.
"thanks doc."
"and on the...special circumstances, we're releasing you now instead of waiting a day or so." he said looking at Fornell. I could tell that he didn't really approve of letting me go yet but he also didn't want me in his hospital.
"awesome." I said with fake enthusiasm.
The doctor left and a nurse came in. She rewrapped my bandages and checked my stitches.
"behave yourself or my men will shoot you again." Fornell said as two more big FBI guys walked in.
They undid my cuffs and moved me into the wheelchair where I was strapped in and handcuffed. My feet were also bound which made moving impossible even if it didn't hurt just to yawn.
They transported me in an NCIS truck which surprised me. The two big agents rode with me the whole way.
"so what do you benchpress? 250? 275?" I asked just out of curiousity.
He gave me a dirty look and I stopped trying to start a conversation. They were convinced I was a terrorist that almost killed 2 of their coworkers. Which I was but I didn't try to be.
***(Gibbs's PoV)
"I felt like I was interrogating DiNozzo back there." Fornell said.
"you were." I said. "just a different one."
"how you gonna tell your people that their son is alive?"
"I don't think DiNozzo knows. Ziva must but it was probably the reason she left. She couldn't face him." I said.
"What are they doing?" I asked looking in the rear view mirror.
"They're probably in a meeting right now." Fornell said and kept staring ahead. This was too weird.
"no, I mean the truck!" I said. Fornell slung the car around at breakneck speed.
The agents in the front cabin had just been shoved out and the van turned sharply. They were headed for the gate.
"Someone's taking Husam!" Fornell yelled into his phone. "Get back up! Call local leos! I want every officer after this van."
We couldn't let them go because if we did there was no way he would survive.
Suddenly a scope and a barrel came out of the back of the van and shot at us. The windshield shattered. We ducked and I pulled out my gun but then they shot out the tires and we spun out of control a bit but Fornell stopped us.
"Damn It!" Fornell yelled.
I ran out of the car and shot at the van but they quickly crashed through the gates of the base and turned the corner onto the road.
I sighed and walked back to the car. I kicked the tire in frustration. We had to get him back. Ziva couldn't lose him again. Especially after she was about to get him back.
A/N: Reviews...seriously this would go much faster if I had some more inspiration but I'm almost done. Please review...please...I love the alerts and i am really grateful but reviews are better because I know what I'm doing wrong and what I'm doing right.