Warning: Bad word in this chapter. I felt it was appropriate to show the decline of the character. Sorry if I offend anyone. Now we're getting crackficcy...I think.

"You better have something to tell me, McGee," Gibbs said, placing a cup of coffee on the younger agent's desk, "or you'll be wearing this coffee."

"Thanks, Boss," McGee said. "I think we may have found something." He stood up and pulled up a picture on the plasma.

"We found the limo on the hospital's security camera tape and managed to pull a license plate. It's a rental, booked by a company that, it turns out, doesn't exist."

"And that helps us how, McGee?" Gibbs growled.

"Well, we managed to trace the credit card that was used to book the limo, which belonged to a company that also didn't exist, except that it did."

"McGee."

"The limo was rented by The Harrison Group," McGee continued, "which is a dummy corporation that's owned by the Foreman Initiative, which is a branch of the McKeever Foundation…"

"McGEE!"

"Which is bankrolled by the CIA," McGee finished hastily.

"The CIA?" Gibbs repeated incredulously. "How'd you find that out?"

"Well, since I was poking around their system anyway…"

"That's good work, McGee," Gibbs grinned at the younger agent. "Real good work."

"But what good will it do us, Boss?" McGee asked anxiously, "We can't just go up to them and accuse them of kidnapping Tony, can we?"

"No," Gibbs replied, "But we can use this information to get what we need about where The Frog might be holding him."

"And then what?"

"Then we go get him."

oOoOoOo

Sunday night

The rest of the evening passed without incident. Tony was taken back to his room and once again cuffed to the bed. His host apologized for the need for restraints, but his hospitality could only stretch so far; he couldn't risk the agent escaping, causing them to lose their leverage against the director.

The cognac had helped with the pain and Tony was relaxed enough to try to get some sleep. He was dreaming about vampires when he felt something warm against his body.

"What the…" he muttered, trying to see what was there.

"Shhhh," whispered Jeanne, her lips brushing against his ear. "It's just me, Tony."

"Jeanne," Tony whispered back, surprised. "What are you doing here? Trying to kill me in my sleep?"

She nipped his earlobe playfully, "No, silly," she said softly. "I'm here to apologize for having you hurt." She nuzzled his neck, "I want to make it up to you, Tony."

"I don't think this is a good idea, Jeanne," Tony replied nervously. "Your father probably isn't far away…"

"Then we'll just have to be very quiet," she whispered, kissing his lips softly and unbuttoning his shirt.

"I'm not the one that likes to make whooping noises," Tony replied, turning his face away. "Really, this isn't a good idea."

"I know you want me, Tony," Jeanne said, straddling his body, her skin glowing in the moonlight. "You couldn't have made love to me if you didn't want me."

"You're a beautiful woman, Jeanne," Tony agreed, "and I'm a normal, healthy man. It wasn't difficult to make love to you. But things are different now."

"I'm not beautiful anymore?" She reached down and began stroking his stomach softly, her hand gliding further down his body.

"You're still beautiful," Tony said, "but I don't feel an attraction to you anymore. Getting the shit beat out me tends to do that."

Jeanne's eyes narrowed. She knew he was telling the truth; he wasn't responding to her touch at all, where before, if she just brushed against him she could feel his reaction.

"I'm not good enough for you anymore?" she hissed, grabbing his crotch and squeezing painfully. "Is that it? You don't have to pretend to be the sensitive professor anymore so you can't bring yourself to fuck me one more time?"

"Jeanne," Tony croaked painfully. "I can't help these feelings, and to be honest, you're not helping."

Jeanne scrambled off the bed. "You may think you're safe, Tony," she hissed at him, "but my father will choose me over you if he's forced to. And I will never forgive you for what you did to me. You could have made up for some of it tonight, but you blew that chance."

"I do tend to make questionable choices," Tony agreed.

Jeanne slapped him. "Keep taunting me, Tony," she said. "You'll regret everything you've said while you were here."

"I'm not taunting you, Jeanne," Tony sighed, "I'm tired, I hurt all over and frankly, your Jekyll Hyde impersonation is making me nervous."

Jeanne opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. She pulled her robe on and stalked out of the room.

"That was smart, DiNozzo," Tony muttered to himself. "You could have had one last romp before the crazy lady killed you."

Sighing, he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.