I'm in Love with My Stalker
By Don David and Sasha Cartwright
Chapter 5
"Sure, whatever you say," said Tony, going along with the two psychos in his car until he could figure out what exactly he had done to put himself in this predicament.
Just then, Tony got an idea and he swerved the car in hopes of doing something to throw the overly large man in the back seat off of his game, earning him another strike to the back of the head.
"Aw, I sure wish you wouldn't fight him, Timmy. He really is a good man," said Anna with a little bit of a pout, moving in and putting her hand gently on Tony's thigh.
"Timmy? " exclaimed Tony, thoroughly confused, "You got the wrong guy."
"I don't think she does," noted the husky voice of Anna's brother in a warning tone.
"You look just like your picture," argued Anna.
Tony kept driving in hope that they would eventually give up and let him go home.
Tony tried to reach for his phone to call Gibbs, but in order to do that he would have to reach over Anna, and he really didn't want to start something he couldn't explain later.
Meanwhile, back at headquarters, Gibbs, Ziva and McGee were trying to get a hold of Tony.
They had gotten called back in for any early case and were waiting on Tony to head to the crime scene.
They had no such luck at all.
"Boss, he's not answering his house phone or his cell," informed McGee, not yet making the connection between Tony's disappearance and his crazed cyber fling.
'Damnit, Dinozzo,' thought Gibbs.
A swirl of possibilities spun through his head.
Maybe he had gone out for coffee, but why wasn't he answering his cell.
Maybe he had tried to catch some sleep with Bert in Abby's lab, but where was his car.
Whatever had happened to his senior field agent, it had Gibbs' gut screaming.
"ZIVA!"shouted Gibbs.
"Yes, Gibbs," she said, trying to figure out why her team leader was screaming at her.
"I want an APB and a BOLO on DiNozzo, and that Mustang of his," said Gibbs.
"Got it," said Ziva.
"McGee," said Gibbs.
"Tracing his cell phone, on it, Boss," said McGee.
Gibbs began to pace the bull pen .
Abby came running up the stairs.
"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Tony isn't downstairs in my office and his phone is going straight to voicemail," said Abby.
"She's right. Nothin' on the cell in the last twenty four hours," said McGee.
" I have every cop on dispatch looking for his car and his body, Gibbs," said Ziva.
"BODY!" yelled the ex-marine, his gut not reacting well to her choice of words.
"I mean person. Why does American English have to be so difficult during stressful situations," said Ziva.
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