Here, the promised monster chapter with 3,473 words. To be honest, I wasn't able to write anything, because of weather, heat, demotivation, having to learn actually, and so on.

So I put on youtuberepeater and listened to one song, called Belle Vie from Immediate Fate. Just listen to this (on yrepeater) while reading and it makes you feel into the characters and the dramatic, just try, okay? ;) Thank you

Chapter 9

They have flown for over an hour already when Tony noticed the man sitting three rows in front of them standing up. He didn't look any kind of suspicious but somehow he had an awkward feeling toward him. Another man followed and they vanished through the curtain which divided economy class with business class.

Tony guessed that they wanted to go to toilet but then read the tiny sign that toilets in the rear should be used. That was funny but he didn't worry too much yet. But he did worry when five minutes later the first man appeared again and in his hand he held a bloody knife. It took a second before one woman, in the thirties, blonde, began to scream.

Suddenly, there were loud rumors, other people started to scream, but the man only stood there and watched them. After a while, the crowd understood and became silent.

"This" the man started, "will happen to any of you when you don't do what we tell. First of all, your cells are useless, you don't have bars up here. Second, I don't want that anyone talks or whispers or conspires, understood?"

He received a common nodding. He took deep breath and Tony noticed the unremarkable Israeli accent in his voice. "We don't want to create panic in here. We want to bring the panic to your government. We overtook the plane and we will now fly where I want. No one of you should try to be a hero and fight back, he or she will regret it. My partner is flying the plane and I will negotiate with your government."

"They don't negotiate with terrorists!" suddenly someone said loudly and defined.

The man looked around. He hadn't expected someone to answer back. "Who said this?" he asked in his west-Asian accent.

"I did," the woman said immediately and stood up.

"Oh no," Danny and Tony muttered in the same moment when they saw Caroline standing there, no fear in her face.

"Then come here," the man said and Caroline did as she was told. "You're so beautiful, my precious. Knee down!"

She hesitated but did so.

He touched her cheeks with his left hand, still playing with the knife in the right one. "You know, it would be such a waste to kill you…" he said and took the tie of a man in the first row next to him. Slowly, he cleaned his bloody knife on it, then pushed the man back again.

"But nobody would believe me anything if I don't plant an example with you," he hissed with his slimy voice and remembering Ari Tony didn't doubt that he was an agent of Mossad. The man put the blade of the knife on Caroline's shoulder, carefully pressed it against her neck.

"Stop it!" Tony suddenly shouted and stood up again. He nearly hit his head on the low ceiling but managed to stumble into the corridor where he could stand. "It is me why you are here, aren't you?" he asked with a firm voice although he didn't felt that strong.

"Oh, that's true…agent DiNozzo, I think?" the man said and put the blade away from the woman's neck.

"Very Special Agent DiNozzo, if you don't mind," Tony tried to save how unsure he actually felt.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You were the one who killed my mentor, my boss," the man answered and walked toward Tony, leaving Caroline kneeing.

"I assume you work for Mossad?"

"That's right," the agent replied to Tony's question. He was so much concentrating on him that he completely forgot the woman who was now slowly standing up and turning around.

Tony noticed but didn't let him on about it. Now, Caroline was standing exactly behind the guy who was still examining the NCIS agent from feet to shoulders. It took only the blink of an eye in which Caroline grabbed the knife of the careless man, turned his arm around and stabbed the weapon right into his chest.

People started to scream again when he was falling down and tearing her with him, still struggling and hitting the woman but she sliced his belly open and finally, he didn't fight back anymore.

"I'll check on the pilot," she shortly said and left Tony and Danny alone with an open body in which you could see the bowels now oozing out.

"And I'll check on Caroline," Tony decided quickly wanting to prevent a bloodbath in the cockpit.

Although he left Detective Danny Williams alone with the panicking passengers, he was too late but noticed the blood already flowing down the carpet when he opened the door.

"Was this necessary?" he asked when he noticed the other Mossad agent on the floor, his neck cut open and the red liquid still drowning out of the wound.

"Yes," she answered shortly. She was already sitting on the pilot's seat and staring on the controls.

"Everything okay?" he asked and sat down on the co-pilot's seat. The real pilots were both already dead, lying behind them

"Ya…but I don't find the trap."

"Trap?"

"They knew that two people weren't enough to take over a plane, they didn't even have guns. They must have had a backup plan."

Tony was surprised by how fast and clever she was thinking and looked around. "Damn it," he muttered when he noticed a bloodstain on his trousers but suddenly noticed something else next to it on the floor. "What's this?" he asked and cowered down.

"Oh no…" he muttered, then shrieked loudly: "Oh no!"

"What's up, Tony?" Caroline asked and looked there, too. "Fottuta merda," she cursed and looked at her controls again. "Tony, look here. Tell me when this lamp blinks, okay? Until then, keep this crank there, ya?"

Tony and Caroline changed places and she started to examine the little package which was lying on the floor.

"You know that kind of bomb? You know bombs at all?" he asked, wondering how much this girl knew.

"Tony, I am thirty years old. I think I have experience."

"In disarming bombs?" he asked, nervously and always checking with controls she has showed him.

She looked up again and hit some buttons. "They destroyed communication systems, but I think auto-pilot should at least work for a few seconds. Come down here Tony," she said and he did so.

"What now?" he asked when he saw the countless cables coming out of something that looked like a tiny black box.

"First the fiber optics cable," she explained.

"And that's which one?"

"I don't know. They're isolated. I need to-"

"We neither have a scissor nor any other tool," he reminded her.

"Tony, in South Italia you become creative," she answered and took a hairslide from her jeans.

"Fascinating," he muttered and prayed to God when she started de-isolating the cables with a hair slide.

He felt how it got hotter in the plane. "You know when it will detonate?" he asked.

His body was pumped full of adrenaline and he imagined the final blow every second, Caroline's brown hair the last thing on earth he'd ever smell, Caroline's face the last thing on earth he'd ever see, not a bad prospect, he thought but then again reminded himself that he was a married man and under all circumstances he wanted to meet his wife again and his child.

"I think it was triggered with a remote control…can you check that guy, please?" Tony searched him but didn't find anything.

"I'll look for the other guy-"

"Tony, please don't leave me here alone," she said and he heard fear in her voice, something he had never heard from her before.

"What?" he muttered in surprise and cowered down next to her. Her eyes were fixed on the bomb and sweat pearls were running down her forehead which made her skin shimmer so beautifully

"Hey, it's everything okay, ya?" he said slowly and tried to calm not only her down, but also himself.

She had stopped removing the isolation and was now staring down on the six different colored cables, two of them fiber glass ones.

"What now?" he asked. She didn't respond but closed her eyes for a moment. She shook her head and took a deep breath.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked and took her hand.

She looked up and he was surprised by the look in her eyes, something he had never seen or expected, a mixture of grief, fear and the present of something horrible. It was clear that this reminded her to something she had lived through before.

"Tell me, Caroline. Tell me, what is it," he said.

She moved her hand toward the cabled but he held her back.

"Talk to me. What happened?"

"Nothing," she answered, but in a monotone and lying voice.

"This reminds you of something…of someone, am I right?"

"You have no idea," she paid back and cut the purple cable with her hair slide. They stopped breathing for a moment but nothing happened. She continued with the green one, again a moment of fear and expectation, yellow, she hesitated between blue and red, "I'm glad they have colors at all", blue, then red, then the final one.

"Oh my fucking god," she muttered sighing and leaned back, Tony did the same, being so glad that he hasn't exploded, leaving his wife and child alone with crashed plane ruins. When he opened his eyes again, she still had hers closed.

"Caroline? … Caroline?" he asked and she finally looked up. "What is it about?"

"What?"

"Your hesitation…you were sick in that other plane, right now disarming that bomb…why? What happened to you?", he looked at her intensively and hoped it would work out.

She hesitated a moment, but then leaned forward, looked at the body a meter away, thinking about how much she should trust him. "A long time ago, I met a man and like in every story about a man and a woman, we fell in love. We moved together, we worked together, we really loved each other. One night, I woke up, feeling some kind of sick.

And I noticed I was pregnant. He was happy when I told him, said we should give our child every opportunity that was possible. He was a killer, you know, a professional hatchet man, but he was educated, really nice, so handsome, so pretty.

He protected me during my pregnancy, the last few months, when it was obvious I was carrying a child, I couldn't go to work anymore, we didn't want to endanger our child.

And finally, I was hiding in an old basement which was used by the Mafia organization which Edoardo was leading, I bore that child. Yassen, the father of the child, wasn't able to be there and only Edoardo and Federico helped me, brought me some towels, it was very dark there and I was so scared that something went wrong, because I loved that child and I loved being pregnant. I could never imagine losing her.

Then, I saw her for the first time, held her for the first time in my arms, it is incredible, that such a tiny little child can create so much happiness, you can't imagine.

However, we were lucky, more lucky than we could have ever imagined. Yassen got a job on Hawaii and he wanted to get it done quickly but I flew with him, took my little Scarlet with us. She and I, we stayed in a hotel while Yassen was out at night, finding the man he was supposed to kill.

He returned on the third night with having fulfilled his contract. We went down, packing our things, but he wanted to drive the car out of the parking lot so that Scar and I could more easily get in. With one second to another, everything was lost.

There had been an explosive device triggered with turning on the motor, he exploded directly in front of me. I was holding our child, and the car was blowing up so suddenly, I couldn't react to do anything.

I screamed and then fell silent, didn't talk to anybody until I was brought to hospital. I had minor burnings, too, got them while turning around to protect my little daughter. In the following morning, Katarina arrived at Big Island, brought me out of hospital and back to Italia.

She was about to marry Edoardo, you know that failed. We were barely able to cope with what happened, but trying to give my child the best start into her life. When I'm back in Italia, Scarlet lives with me and Katarina, she's now three years old.

When we're away, Alessio, the third brother and a very close friend of ours, who we fully trust, care for Scarlet. But I wished I could be there for her every night, I'm so scared that something happens to her and I'm not there. Because she needs her mother and I don't want her lead such a miserable life like I did with all that losses.

So please, Tony, do me a favor and care for your child, because a child is like your own heart, once born you can't live without it. But, from the day the day she was born, I had the greatest shock of my life.

You know, I called her Scarlet because she has a tiny scar at her belly, during I bore her, there was a battle between two rival drug traders and I was hiding.

One man stormed down to the basement, found us, Federico and Edoardo couldn't stop him in time and I tried to protect my child, but she received a wound,

it wasn't deep but enough that I turned around and killed the man with one hand grip, I grabbed him so strongly that he died within seconds. Since then I swore that I will always be there for Scarlet to protect her…" her voice got lost into nowhere.

She looked at him for a while, he was trying to process all the information he was giving. Caroline stood up and disabled Autopilot. "We'll soon arrive at San Francisco. I' try to use emergency communication."

Tony heard her talking to the tower, they landed and he felt when he plane was touching the ground. That was when he woke up and before she could get out of the cockpit he held her arm:

"I'm sorry, Caroline, I didn't –" he started but she replied: "Just promise me you will never allow something like this happen to your child, Tony. Promise me."

"I – I promise," he said surprised and without a work she left the cockpit, passed the passengers who couldn't wait to get out of this horror trip machine and she was the first one to leave the plan.

Only seconds later, Tony grabbed his gear and ran after her out on the field to the terminal but he didn't manage to find her in the crowded hall.

"No!" he muttered, he repeated and screamed and didn't listen to Danny Williams, but search nearly the whole airport, before Danny dragged him aside and shouted as long as necessary until Tony finally followed him to the gate where their new plane was about to start.

They managed to get away from the police wanting to know anything about the abduction and who the plane finally flew. They were close to missing their follow-up flight, but got it just in time and Tony didn't have time to think about what Caroline has just told him about until they were up in the sky again.

"Mio dio," Tony muttered silently and repeated when clouds were slowly shadowing the earth.

Caroline must now somewhere be in San Francisco, trying to go…where? Washington or Italia again? What should lead her to Washington? Tony was safe now, hoping that no more Mossad agents were stopping him and so her mission was over, there was nothing more to do for her.

She could return to her baby, to the one she loved. Tony was surprised that he didn't doubt for a second that she was a wonderful mother who was really seriously caring for her child and he was absolutely sure that this child,

although his father had been a monstrous hit man and his mother was a killer, too, would grow up very well and become a nice and caring person like her mother and aunt.

Tony smiled with the thought of a little Caroline running around, learning to walk and to speak, going to school with other children, growing up, learning what her mother was doing, graduating, perhaps studying, and then, doing the same as her mother?

He imagined how Caroline and Katarina must have been as children, always that nice, he suggested yes, but not always that cruel, he was sure. Something must have triggered that, must have turned them evil, no, but must have revealed their true evilness come to daylight,

and he was absolutely sure that the siblings knew when this happened but he would ask another day and knew he'd get a new chance to ask this question. He thought about this for a long time and didn't notice he'd dozen off until he woke up again, by Danny told him they were landing.

They grabbed their things, leaving the plane and encountering directly CIRay waiting for them at the airport, he thanked Danny for carrying the special agent, Tony said good-bye to Danny who left and now Very Special Agent DiNozzo and CIRay were entering the dark black car of CIA with its toned windows which made this operation so discrete.

The ride took them thirty minutes and it was evening again when Tony entered the big and impressive building of CIA headquarters. He was introduced to any agents he couldn't remember all their names until he suddenly saw Agent Fornell, talking to someone who introduced himself as agent Summerfield.

He said he managed the video conferences to the current Mossad director. Although Tony was obviously exhausted and didn't want more than to sleep, he followed Agent Summerfield, asking Fornell how Ziva was. "Oh, she didn't want to stay in hospital, well, you know her. We brought her to a safety house in Canada. We thought she'd be safe over the border."

Tony's eyes got used to the few light very badly but after a minute it worked out and he could see again.

"Open channel in three…two…" an operator said and suddenly a big screen became seeable and the image of an office appeared.

An elderly man was sitting there, long beard, white suit, looking through his glasses at the three agents. "Agent Summerfield…I see you brought company," he mentioned and looked at Tony.

"Ya, may I introduce you NCIS Special Agent DiNozzo?" Summerfield said.

"Ah, I remember. The man who cruelly shot my predecessor."

"It was self-defense!" Tony screamed with all his force. This was not fair! He was totally tired after such a long day and the circumstances under which he arrived, and of which he was sure, both agents were already aware, and now he had to justify an act he had made a long time ago.

"I am completely sure agent DiNozzo did so in self-defense and he will say so even if you bring this to international court. But I don't think we have to go so far, risking an international incident. What will the other nations will think about us?

Isn't it shameful enough that a Naval Base and a hospital bomb attack are supposed to be the granted work of Israeli government and Mossad Intelligence? Is going into detail really necessary in this case?" Agent Summerfield protected the answer of Tony.

The director hesitated for a while. "I discuss this," he finally stated and leaned back, the connection was broken.

Tony, Summerfield and Fornell looked at each other. "I think this means 'file's closed'", Summerfield said and after a long time, Tony could really happily smile in relief again.

"Do you want to see your wife?" Agent Fornell asked and Tony nodded heavily.

"I'll organize someone who drives you to that security house. I am sure, when you arrive there, this topic here will not be of any discussion anymore and you can return with Special Agent David to NCIS," the FBI agent said and Tony was really in the mood of hugging Tobias.

He still thought he should have done so when he was dozing off on the backseat of a tiny car which was driving up the freeway toward North of the US.

It would take three days until they arrive at that security house but for seeing what awaited him there, Tony was ready to wait as long as it took.

It's not over yet. In the following chapter, Tony will finally see his wife again but we also learnt a new hint: the sisters are far more mysterious than first thought. Will Tony ever learn the truth about them both? Let's see...

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