A/N: I am sick in NYC. This pretty much explains the frequent updates. I wish I could update my other fic ('Parallel Universe') as well, but all the saved files are in my flash drive, which is currently at my friend's place. Hopefully I'll get it back by the end of the week.

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Tony got out of the bathroom after taking a shower, wearing a tee and a pair of boxers. He found Kate in front of the big mirror hanging on the wall, next to her bed. She was intently examining her reflection poking at the bruises that were still visible on her slender legs. She was currently wearing one of Tony's pullovers, which was hanging loosely over her body, leaving one of her shoulders uncovered. She pretty much didn't have any clothes with her, except the ones she was wearing earlier. Being held captive and having a wardrobe full of clothes didn't match well; she knew that much.

She only had one bag with her. There were no clothes inside, but there was all she needed: weapons. Her thoughts we interrupted by a familiar voice.

"You need to eat something"

She turned around to see Tony looking at her. She shrugged her shoulders and tied her still wet hair up in a ponytail. She then pointed down at her naked legs.

"I need a pair of pants, first."

Tony let out a small laugh; she had a point. He looked into his suitcase and took out a pair of sweatpants that he usually wore to bed, and handed them to her.

"Try these on. They won't be very fitting, but they will work for now."

She smiled holding the pants by the hem. She was going to look like a clown, but she didn't really care.

Tony looked at her wearing his clothes, and grinned. They made her look even smaller than she already was. He shook his head at her pretended stern look. He could see it in her eyes that she was reading every single thought that crossed his mind.

"When was the last time you had a decent meal, Kate? You're almost as skinny as Nicole Richie."

She glared at him, reacting to his last comment.

"Tony, I've been held captive for the last four months. Believe me when I tell you that feeding their hostages is not the top priority of the average kidnapper."

He knew she wasn't really comfortable talking about what happened to her in the past four years, but he had to know. He saw her looking at him intently and he knew she was already expecting the question he was going to ask her next.

"Kate, what happened to you?"

She gave him a sad smile, knowing that she owed him an explanation. She decided to tell him the major events, leaving out those parts that could still compromise the success of her mission. She didn't want to drag him into her troubles.

"When I was still working at NCIS I got a call from the director of Mossad, who offered me an undercover job. It wasn't really an offer; it was more of an obligation. It was that or my life. They knew Ari was after me and they offered me a chance out of it. Nobody had to know I was affiliate with Mossad, so they decided to fake my death. I didn't know that was their plan until it was already done. I thought it would have been just a temporary arrangement, actually. I can only remember going to bed in my apartment in Washington and waking up in a dump in Tel Aviv. Someone inside of NCIS knew I was still alive, because they classified my file so that nobody, not even me, could access it. One day I was NCIS Special Agent Kate Todd and the next I was Rebecca Falk, a Mossad Spy."

Tony's eyes widened while so many questions filled his head. Why Kate? He didn't want to interrupt her, though, and let her go on with her story.

"They trained me; trained me to kill, trained me to threat, trained me to infiltrate terrorist cells and destroy them from the inside. I haven't kept one identity more than a week. It became a routine. The first year I hoped you guys would find out I was still alive and took me away from that life, but as time passed, I slowly lost hopes. I had no way to contact you or anyone from my old life without compromising my missions and my safety. The Israeli Intelligence never let me out of their eyesight, not even when they sent me as a mole. They didn't trust me completely. They knew I wanted out but they wanted me to keep profiling and killing for them. Profiling and killing: that's what I've been up to for the past four years."

She sighed, distractedly playing with her hair.

"Then, four months ago, while I was undercover in Turkey, I made a mistake. Another Mossad officer was undercover with me to gather details about an Al Qaeda operation. I was ordered by one of the head of the cell to kill him, but I didn't have the heart to do that, so I let him go. It turned out he was a mole that Al Qaeda sent into Mossad. They suspected I was a double agent, but until that moment they didn't have any real proof. As they got to knew who I really was, they decided that killing me wouldn't have been smart since I had so many information that they could use against Israel and the US, so they decided to held me captive. The used me as an exchange object between the various terrorist cells, but I never let out anything that could compromise national security. They knew I knew more, though. That's why I am not really sure who exactly is after me right now, and what it is that they want. All I know is that they brought me back to the States because they were planning an attack – a bombing, but CIA was most likely hot on their heels and they had to go into hiding. That's why they left me with that slack. I have to track them down…"

Tony looked at her, noticing that her eyes had considerable darkened since she had started tell him that story. He wondered how much she had purposely left out to prevent him from feel sorry for her. He could tell that there was so much more than what she was telling him, but he knew that pushing her wouldn't have brought any good.

"Everything's gonna be fine, Kate. We'll drive back to Washington tomorrow and I bet Gibbs will know how to solve the case. I need to call your mother before, though."

As he attempted to grab his cell phone from the bedside table, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed it in her hand with a rapid movement. Tony sighed in pain, looking at her with questioning eyes.

"What do you think you're doing, DiNozzo?"

"Bringing you back home!"

She let out a sarcastic laugh letting go of his wrist.

"Tony, there's no way you're telling anyone else I am still alive. I cannot compromise this."

"So what do you suggest, Katie? Should I just go back to DC and pretend I don't know you're still in the land of the living?"

She turned to face him, taking his cell phone from the table.

"Tony, you go back to DC by yourself willingly or I'll have to use chloroform on you. Your choice."

Tony took his head in his hands. She couldn't be serious, could she? He didn't want to leave her to fight the bad guys by herself. Sure she was tough, but he knew that leaving her there was like pointing a gun to her temple and pulling the trigger.

"Lets make a deal, Kate. I am coming with you."

She raised an eyebrow at him almost mockingly. She didn't want to make a deal with him. She just wanted him to go and leave her with her troubles. She knew it was like a suicide mission, the one she was up to, and she didn't want him to risk his life as well. There was no way she would have let him do that.

"No way in hell, DiNozzo."

Tony sighed and let the subject drop. He knew that it was no use to argue with her at the moment, but he still had no intention of letting her go alone. He just needed to come up with a plan.

"Okay."

Relieved by the fact Tony didn't push the matter further, Kate walked up to his bed, sat right next to him and weakly smiled.

"Lets go have dinner. Lets enjoy the evening and not talk about this, okay?"

He playfully hit her on the shoulder and took her hand, leading her out of the room.

"We better go and get you some more appropriate clothes before we set foot in a restaurant!"

After a small shopping spree, during which Tony bought her a pair of black pants, a few shirts and sweaters, a jacket, a pair of flats and a pair of high heels and a little black dress that left little to the imagination and that according to her was totally unecessary, they headed to a small diner just a few blocks from their hotel and had dinner, since most of the restaurants in the small town were already closed.

It was already midnight when they got back to their room, tired but at the same time relaxed.

As Kate came out of the bathroom after a hot shower, ready to go to bed, she felt something wasn't right. Shivers ran down her spine. She looked at Tony, who was already asleep in his bed, and shook him awake.

"Tony, I think someone is watching us…"

Tony slowly stood up, reaching for his gun. Kate switched the lights off and slowly opened her bag. She stood next to Tony, both silently waiting for something to happen. All of a sudden she saw a small red dot on Tony's chest. She pushed him to the ground landing right on top of him just as a bullet found its way through the glass of the window. She then took a rifle from her bag and pointed it towards the spot where the shot had come from. She noticed a shadow running away, not further than 100 meters from the hotel.

She shot, but she didn't have the time to check if she had hit the target or not, because she felt hot liquid, that she quickly recognized as blood, on her knee. She checked herself to see if she was hurt. Not seeing any bullet wounds on her, she felt her hear rate increase and her eyes widening with terror as she looked down at Tony. She gently touched his wrist looking for a pulse and after finding one, she squeezed his hands to check if he was still conscious. When she felt his hand squeezing hers back, she sighed with relief.

"The bullet only grazed my arm."

She slowly reached the curtains and shut them close and then she dragged Tony into the bathroom to take a closer look at the wound.

It didn't look that bad, but she still needed to stitch it to stop the blood loss and she knew it was going to be painful.

"Tony, I need to stitch this, okay?"

He nodded gritting his teeth and noticed the concern in Kate's eyes as she delicately took care of his arm.

As she put a bandage on the gunshot wound and gave him an antibiotic tablet to prevent any infections, her eyes filled with tears. It had been long since she had cried, especially in front of someone. He saw her lips trembling and tears streaming down her face.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

She shook her head wiping the tears from her face with her hands, and then she washed her face, pretending that moment of weakness never happened. She helped Tony walk to his bed and gave him some painkillers, making sure there were no more shooters targeting them. She waited until he fell asleep and then took the keys of the car he had rented, placed a soft kiss on his forehead and sneaked out of the room, biting her lower lip to stop the tears from falling.

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