I'm in Love with My Stalker
By: Don David and Sasha Cartwright
Chapter 11
A/N I just wanted to take this time to thank all of our readers out there. Don and I really appreciate the support and the constructive feedback even if it may be a little hard to take at times. As per suggestion, we have made this chapter a bit longer so as to avoid our dreaded choppy chapters. We really appreciate all the love and help you've given us. If you do have any concerns or issues with the length or anything else please to not hesitate to message me. This story had allowed me to remember who we are writing for. Please enjoy the chapter.
Meanwhile at NCIS, McGee and Ziva were working desperately to find something, anything on Anna Campbell or her brother.
Gibbs kept trying to call Tony but his cell phone kept going to voicemail.
"Dang it, DiNozzo!" growled Gibbs, hitting the steering wheel of the car with his opened palm.
Granted it was just a hope, but Gibbs wanted to see if they could use Tony's phone to find his GPS location and get him away from those psychos.
Gibbs flipped open his cell phone again and dialed McGee.
"McGee's phone, Agent David speaking," greeted Ziva.
"Since when does McGee have a secretary?" asked Gibbs, half wondering if the junior field agent wasn't answering the phone for fear of incurring his boss' wrath any further.
"Since, at the moment, he is digging through every insy weensy detail of the Janet Reed Institution for Mental Health," replied Ziva, shuffling through some of said papers herself.
"Tell McGee I need schematics of this place to see if there are any places she could be hiding Tony," ordered Gibbs.
"MCGEE, GIBBS NEEDS SCHEMATICS FOR THE INSTITUTE!" yelled Ziva over her shoulder to McGee.
Gibbs sat for a moment holding his ear.
"The next time you need to tell him something that I tell you to tell him, hang up with me, tell him, and then call me back with the answer," suggested Gibbs, his ears still ringing from the assault on his hearing.
"Oh, sorry Gibbs," apologized Ziva.
Hearing the interaction between his boss and Ziva, McGee quickly cleared the space between the pile of evidence he'd been searching through and his desk, taking his phone from Ziva.
"Sending the schematics your way, Boss," explained McGee, typing into his computer and sending the requested information, praying that it helped them find Tony.
"McGee," replied Gibbs coolly, barely keeping his still simmering annoyance from erupting onto the junior field agent.
He hung up the phone to look at the schematics, seeing many secret rooms downstairs in the basement.
He dialed McGee again.
"Tell Fornell I'm going to need back up, and get here as soon as you can," stated Gibbs.
"Fornell, back up?" hazarded McGee, not quite understanding why his boss wanted Fornell to help them find Tony.
"Yes, McGee," replied Gibbs, not bothering to explain himself, his patience gone as he snapped his phone closed.
Hearing the dial tone, McGee hung up and called Fornell.
After briefing Fornell on the situation, McGee called over his shoulder, "Ziva, ROAD TRIP!"
As Gibbs, Ziva, McGee, and all Fornell's group gathered outside the Janet Reed Institution for Mental Health, Gibbs prepared himself for the worst as they gathered their gear and donned their bulletproof vests to storm the place looking for Tony.
Gibbs gave the signal and Fornell and his team took the back while Ziva and McGee went to the front.
McGee shot a wary look over to Gibbs and saw a taunt anxiety and cool determination in the ex-marine's face.
"Boss," stated McGee, trying to somehow repair the damage that he and his camera phone had done, "I just want to say..."
"Save it, McGee," barked Gibbs, knowing that if he tried to address his junior agent now, they would need two stretchers instead of one.
"Besides," the older man said, allowing his anger to show in his words enough for McGee to realize just how much trouble he was in, "I'm not the main person you need to be apologizing to."
As McGee gave a dejected look, Gibbs gave the order for the team to head into the building in search for Tony.
Down in the basement, some three floors below the federal agents' feet, Tony's eyes were slowly blinking open.
As he slowly inhaled, the rise of his chest seemed to make every welt and gash in his back and all of the bruises on his front scream in agony.
Slowly catching his breath, Tony's stomach dropped when he heard the awful voice once more.
"I knew you'd come around soon, Timmy," the mystery man stated once more.
It was then that Tony saw an object in the man's hand, but, since he was unable to turn his head for a better look, it remained a mystery.
"I'm tired of your lies, Mr. McGee," the man stated once more, putting extra emphasis on the syllables of McGee.
"And yet, after everything that we've done," he continued, "you still hold on to this ridiculous charade."
"Well," declared the man, "no more. Now, we're going to burn it out of you."
To Tony's horror, he discovered that the item in the psycho's hand was a large black frying pan.
As the speculations few through Tony's mind, the frying pan went into a small fire that had been built in the corner of the room.
After the metal had reached a red hot glow, the man lifted it from the fire with a thickly gloved hand.
"Look, I don't know what else you want from me," stuttered Tony, pleading that the man would finally listen to him, "I'm not Tim McGee!"
"Oh, I know," the man stated nonchalantly, all the while still steadily making his way over to Tony with the fire hot pan in his hands.
Now, Tony was really lost.
"You do?" he wondered, trying to find out why, if any reason, they were still holding him if they knew he wasn't who they thought he was.
"We went through your wallet," the man stated. "You were very right, Special Agent Dinozzo."
Tony considered breathing a sigh of relief but quickly choked on it when he heard the man continue, "But, judging by the contacts in your cell phone, you know him, apparently close enough to be mistaken for him."
"So, until the real Tim McGee makes himself known, I'll take it out you, Agent Dinozzo," he added calmly, his words driving spike of fear into Tony's heart.
With a sinister grin, the man took the still scolding hot pan and pressed it into the bottom of Tony's bare left foot.
Not even bothering to talk this man out of whatever plan he seemed hell-bent on, Tony let out a scream as the pain shot from the bottom of his foot, up his welt-ridden leg and back, directly into his brain.
Tony only had a minute to evaluate the damage done to his left foot when the right joined in the agony.
The teams, that had by now reached the basement, were torn from their thoughts by the sound of a very male and very injured scream filled the corridors around them.
"Dinozzo," gasped Gibbs, following the scream in search of his missing agent.
He ran toward the scream of his senior agent.
"Hang in there, DiNozzo! I'm coming!" yelled Gibbs, dashing off in the direction of the noise, his papa bear sense fully kicking in.
"Boss!" yelled Tony, wondering if his pain-filled mind was playing tricks on him or if his boss had indeed found him.
The very large man came from the shadows.
"So, they did come for you after all," noted the man, a little surprised by the appearance of Tony's "family".
"Yeah, they did, and boy, are you going to be sorry. My dad, he's an ex-marine and my big sister is ex-Mossad and she can kill you with a single blow. Hate to have to tell you this but you are a dead man, and you will probably spend the rest of your life in prison," explained Tony with way more bravado than even he thought he could possess given the situation.
"Since our time is coming to a close," said the man, almost sounding sorry about the end to his fun, "I'll have to get what I can from you, Agent DiNozzo."
With that, the mystery man removed his final weapon, a long knife, and took the blade to the soft flesh of Tony's arms.
A/N Thanks for reading. I hope that that was a little better on the chapter length, but if not, shoot us a message and we'll do better next time.