See Bottom.

One month later...

"This is it, huh?" Tony spoke into the radio as they approached the vehicle in stealth.

"Yes, this is one of the camp vehicles. Take out the driver, I'll take out the two guards behind the van." Martino replied as he neared the van. With ease Martino threw out two throwing knives, impaling the two guards between the eyes. Meanwhile Tony snuck up to the driver-side door and unlocked it with ease. He swung the door open and stabbed the man in the heart before he could process the door opening. Tony dragged the body and dumped it inside an abandoned shack, then helped Martino drag the other two into the shack. Tony pocketed the keys from the driver and jogged back to the van.

"I'll drive since I know the area better than you." Tony said as he hopped into the driver seat, earning a glare from Martino. Reluctantly, Martino hopped into the passenger seat and Tony drove off towards the camp, using the moonlight to guide them. 30 minutes later they approached the camp, parking the car in the empty car lot. As they exited the car, they spotted two of the guards walk up to them. Immediately Tony and Martino threw out a knife, hitting them both in the foreheads.

"Tony, are you carrying a gun?" Martino asked as he approached the dead guards.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Tony replied as he retrieved one of his knives.

"Dump it, it'll only attract attention." Martino stated as he threw his Glock 23 in the truck.

"I have a suppressor, they won't hear a thing." Tony argued, still not relinquishing his 9mm Beretta.

"I recognize these guards, and they aren't terrorists. If I'm correct, Arash hired Ex-Russian Spetsnaz Soldiers, I recognize some of them. The guards by the van too, these guys are trained to hear gunfire even if it's suppressed. Stick to knives and your hands." Martino explained as he grabbed Tony's gun and threw it to the side. "We want to make this clean, so find your friends, kill Arash, and we get the hell out of here. I'll stay near the van in case anyone tries to mess with it." Martino said. With a nod, Tony went off in search of his friends.

For 10 minutes Tony searched the camp for both his friends and Arash to no avail. Finally he came up to a large compound in the corner of the camp, guards posted everywhere. Approaching the compound he spotted a lone guard watching an entrance to the basement. Tony came up behind him and snapped his neck, then dragged him into a lone ditch. Satisfied that the body wouldn't be found, he entered the basement.

The basement was completely dark, save for a few candles here and there. Sensing two guards coming down the stairs, Tony hid behind a crate and waited them to reach the bottom. As they hit the bottom step, Tony sprang up and launched one of his throwing knives into one of the guard's head. As the second guard brought up his weapon, Tony locked him into a gaze, using his sixth sense to kill him. Seconds later he dropped to he floor, dead. As he hid their bodies, he pulled a set of keys from one of the guards and made his way up the stairs.

After coming across the main armory, Tony decided that if something went wrong, he could blow up the armory as a distraction. Grenades, body armor, and AK-47's lined the walls, a large cache of C4 in the middle. Tony carefully lined the walls with C4, rigging all of it with a remote detonator. Satisfied with his work, he exited the armory and continued to search the large compound.

After 10 more minutes of searching, he finally came to a large cell door, two guards standing outside. This was it, this had to be the cell where they all were being held captive. Bringing out both of his combat knives, he lunged on top of one of the guards standing outside, stabbing him in the heart and neck. Before the second guard could react, Tony slashed his neck, leaving him on the ground to bleed out. His heart was pounding like mad, his mind racing. He sensed seven people inside the cell door, concluding that they were indeed in there. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. Without a moment's hesitation, he opened the cell door.

Meanwhile...

Martino was starting to get antsy. Call it a gut feeling, but something about this seemed...just too easy for him. There were virtually no night patrols, the camp was practically deserted, and the car lot was empty. Martino's mind was racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins like no tomorrow. It had been 25 minutes since Tony went to search for them, and Martino had only seen a few guards here and there, but not as populated as it should have been. Sure there was a compound he noticed as they drove here that was flooded with guards on the outside, but little movement inside.

Suddenly, about 15 trucks poured into the camp, each loaded with guards. This was not good. As they made their way into the car lot, it became strikingly obvious that they noticed something was wrong, seeing as how practically every driver had their brows knitted together in confusion. Martino counted a total of 60 guards get out of the trucks and inspect the lone van, but none of them were armed with guns, only batons, clubs, and knives. After searching it for a minute, a lone man dressed in an expensive business suit walked out, carrying some kind of device. He slapped it onto the bottom of the truck and then shouted orders to search the main compound. All of the guards ran towards the compound, the man in the business suit getting back into a truck and driving out of the camp.

"Fuck, that looked like Arash Ulman. Same build and height, but I couldn't see his face. Dammit!" Martino thought to himself as he watched the truck drive away. After waiting for a moment, he made his way over to the van, examining the device that was attached to the van. It was some sort of bug, and from what he could tell it was stopping the tires from moving. Testing to make sure that the doors still worked, he opened the back doors of the truck wide open, revealing a large box that could hold probably eight people inside. It also locked from the outside, so if they needed to take a hostage or something, they could always stuff them back in there. Averting his gaze back to the compound, he watched as the whole thing blew up, spitting out shrapnel and flames.

Two minutes earlier...

As Tony opened the cell door, he was relieved and surprised at the same time. The whole team was there, but none of them looked too bad, except that they looked dead tired from exhaustion. As he stepped inside, everyone inside looked up, and boy were they surprised.

"Tony!" they all exclaimed as they slowly got up. Abby, McGee, Jimmy, Breena, and Ducky were too shocked for words, Gibbs remaining stoic as usual, and Ziva had tears running down her face, grinning like an idiot. Weird. Suddenly Ziva launched herself at Tony, capturing his lips with her own in a desperate and passionate kiss. Electricity surged through both of their veins at the touch, both of them shocked at the kiss. Tony was too shocked to respond for a second before bringing his hands to Ziva's hair, deepening the kiss. All those years of tension finally go-

"Ahem!" Gibbs cleared his throat, snapping them from their trance. Reluctantly Tony broke away from the kiss, his gaze still locked on Ziva's beautiful and brown eyes.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs shouted as he head-slapped him, forcing him to shift his attention back to Gibbs.

"Sorry boss, kind of got lost in the mome-" Tony was cut off as Gibbs delivered another head-slap.

"That was for taking so damn long to come to your senses. What has it been now, eight years that you've wasted dancing around each other?" Gibbs said sternly, piercing blue eyes meeting...wait what the hell?

"DiNozzo, what the hell is up with your eyes?" Gibbs inquired as he stared into Tony's blood red eyes, his pupils formed into an X.

"I can't explain right now, boss. Right now we have to get out of here." Tony replied as he eyed the rest of his team. Everyone was grinning like idiots, obviously not surprised by the kiss. With a nod Gibbs helped everyone up and they made their way out of the room. As they sneaked towards the basement, the large doors at the front of the compound opened, revealing 50 intimidating guards, each holding some kind of melee weapon. They took off running towards the basement, the guards not far behind. Shouts and expletives could be heard as they all ran out of the basement and outside. Tony quickly pulled out the detonator and the entire compound exploded, destroying the entire building.

Tony led them towards the van, 30 or so guards still chasing after them. That's when Tony realized just how drained the rest of his team were. Everyone was heaving deep breaths, obviously malnourished and unable to fight. As they got to the van, Martino ran over to Tony, panic clear in his eyes.

"Tony we have a major problem! There's a device on the bottom of the van that won't let the wheels move! I tried disarming it but only managed to set it on a two minute countdown until it disables itself! What do we do!?" Martino shouted as he caught sight of the throng of guards only 100 yards away. Tony closed his eyes, thinking about the situation for a moment. None of the guards were armed with guns, but there were definitely going to be reinforcements. There was no way Gibbs, Ziva, or any of them would be able to defend themselves, so they were in huge danger. Not thinking twice, he opened the back doors of the van and shoved them all inside. He quickly shut the doors before turning back to Martino.

"Where is Arash?" Tony shouted as he eyed the guards. 80 yards away.

"He escaped! Probably headed off to another camp!" Martino shouted in response.

Tony closed his eyes again for a second, then he realized what he had to do.

"Martino, make sure you get them all back to safety. I'll stay behind and defend the van. You have to stay inside the truck to make sure you can drive off the second that device disables itself. After you escape I'll hunt down Arash myself and then kill Mark Costa after. Don't worry about me, just take care of my team, Martino. Get them back to DC. Promise me this." Tony said as he glanced at the approaching guards again. 60 yards away.

Martino hesitated for a second before nodding yes, heading back inside the van. The rest of the team heard the entire conversation, and immediately there were frantically trying to get the doors open.

"NO TONY, DON'T DO IT!" they all exclaimed simultaneously. He ignored them, locking the door, sealing his fate. They frantically pounded on the door to no avail. In two minutes, the device under the van would be disabled, and Martino would drive them away from the prison camp. They desperately wanted to drag Tony with them to safety, to find another solution where they all could get away. No one wanted to face the harsh reality that someone had to protect the van, and only Tony was in any condition to do so.

"Martino! Unlock these damn doors now!" Gibbs screamed at the driver.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Agent Gibbs. I made a promise to Anthony that I would bring you all back to DC in one piece. All of you are already injured! You will only make the situation worse. He can take care of himself." he replied honestly.

"He's going to get himself killed! We have to get him in the van once the bug is disabled!" Ziva screamed with tears in her eyes. Never had she felt so desperate before. The man that she loved was sacrificing himself for them.

"He's not coming with us, unfortunately," Martino replied calmly. "Once we get out of here, he has to kill Arash Ulman, who is located in another camp. This is the only way to avoid any more loose ends."

They all glanced at each other in confusion before Gibbs shouted back, "Arash Ulman is dead! We heard the guards talk about a man in a business suit kill Arash!" Martino furrowed his brow in confusion, then looked back in the rearview mirror.

Tony had already killed ten of the guards with his knife, only a minute had passed since he locked his team in the van. He had to admit, it hurt to let them go without him, especially away from Ziva, a woman he had grown to love with all his heart. But this was the only way to protect them. Three of the guards swung their clubs at Tony, but Tony simply side-stepped two of the swings and pounced on the other guard, stabbing him in the chest twice before deflecting a club swing behind his back, not even looking. He quickly threw out all of his throwing knives, killing six guards instantly. Three other guards threw their knives at Tony, but he grabbed them all out of the air and hurled them back at them, killing them too. The last ten guards attacked Tony at the same time, each trying to tackle him to the ground. As Tony was brought down to the ground, he managed to stab two of the guards before being tackled. He instantly shoved them all back and jumped onto another guard, plunging his knife deep into his throat. Jumping off of the guards shoulders, he took out both of his combat knives and brought them both down into another guard's skull. Another guard tried to grab him from behind, but he easily countered it with two knives to the gut. Another guard tried again to throw his knife at Tony, but he easily side-stepped it, the knife instead plunging into a guard's forehead behind him. Tony quickly shoved his knives outwards, catching two guards in the neck on either side of him. As he was about to strike down the last guard, a truck slammed into the van, and sent them all flying over a small cliff.

Tony came to his senses a few moments after landing to quickly check himself over. He fell on a sharp spike that impaled his side, but the adrenaline and his Sixth Sense quickly blocked out the pain. He examined the crash to see that the van had been completely decimated. Everyone was sprawled out across the sand, each of them unconscious. From what he could tell, none of them were hurt, a few bruises here and there but nothing serious. The guards were killed in the crash, crushed between the truck and the van.

A man in a business suit stepped out of the truck and walked onto the sand. Mark Costa. Mark was approaching Ziva who was still trying to snap out of her daze. Taking off in a full sprint, Tony tackled Mark to the ground as he was about to plunge his knife into Ziva's chest. At this point Ziva was groaning in pain, but fully aware of her surroundings. Ziva tried to get up, but a sharp pain in her legs forced her back down. She looked up as she saw Mark plunge a knife into Tony's chest.

"NO TONY!" Ziva screamed as she watched in horror as Mark pulled Tony to his feet who was getting dizzy. Blood was pouring from his hide, his chest, and his mouth. Tony tackled Mark back to the ground and landed next to Ziva, still helpless to do anything. Then something that truly scared her to the bone happened. She watched as Tony stared intently into Mark's eyes, his gaze unwavering.

"STOP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME!?" Mark screamed as he felt a burning sensation in his eyes, his eyes slowly turning from red to a lighter shade of red.

"The...funny thing about my Sixth Sense compared to yours is that...I can take yours away, and your immortality with it." Tony said in between coughs, blood spraying out with each cough. "When your Sixth Sense goes away, your life does too. But I guess...the problem with that is that I lose my life too." Tony said as his own eyes were instead becoming a stronger shade of red, a sense of fire burning in them.

At those words Ziva's heart dropped. She was confused by this whole Sixth Sense thing, but she was terrified to hear Tony explain that he would lose his own life.

"TONY NO, DON'T DO IT! DON'T GIVE UP YOUR LIFE!" Ziva screamed as she tried again to get up, but still couldn't.

"I'm sorry Ziva...but this has to be done...he has to die. The only other way I can kill him is if I kill you, then gain the power to kill Mark." Tony grunted out as he felt his body becoming weaker by the second.

"THEN KILL ME! SAVE YOURSELF!" Ziva screamed as fresh tears poured out of her eyes, soaking the sand beneath her.

"I...can't do that...Ziva. I love you too much to...do that. I can't...live without you..." Tony said softly, his own tears brimming his eyes.

"STOP! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! AHHHHHHH!" Mark screamed in sheer agony as he felt as if his eyes were set on fire, his iris's slowly turning white.

"You can't leave me! I-I love you too! I can't live without you either!" Ziva screamed, her voice getting softer as sobs racked her body.

"You...have...to...Ziva. You have...to move on...find someone else...to...love. Move on...forget about...me. Just remember...that I would...die for you...and that I will...forever...love...you..." Tony trailed off as the removal of Mark's sixth sense was complete. Tony's eyes slowly returned to their natural color, Mark's eyes completely white and blood pouring out of his eyes. Tony collapsed to the side, facing Ziva as his heartbeat started to slow down.

"No...Tony no!" Ziva cried out as she saw with her own eyes the life slowly leaving Tony.

"I...love...you..." Tony choked out as the last trickles of life slowly left his body. His heartbeat stopped, and his eyes glazed over.

"TONY!" Ziva sobbed as she brought her arms around Tony, desperately searching for any signs of life, finding none. She checked his heartbeat, still finding none. She sobbed into Tony's chest, her own heart aching for the man she loved. Martino and Gibbs slowly woke up to find Ziva sobbing onto Tony's chest, screaming his name from time to time. Immediately Martino and Gibbs rushed to Tony's side, stopping in their tracks as they came to a final conclusion. Tony was dead, forever gone from the world.

Or is he?

A/N: Don't worry guys and girls! I would never end a story with a character death! GOSH no faith, right? Have faith in Tony!

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