Warning, some explicit language in this chapter.
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"How hard is it to plant a fingerprint, Abby?"...Tony inquired, reading a folder as he walked into the forensics's lab..."I've been looking at Agent Wentworth's file and I'm not seeing it."...Tony looked up from the folder..."Abby?"...He looked around the lab, Abby was asleep at her workstation.
Tony walked over to her, placing his free hand on her shoulder, shaking it..."Wake up, Abs."
"You have those on backwards, McGee, the whale tale goes in the back."...Abby chuckled in her sleep.
"Abby!"...Tony raised his voice, still shaking her.
Abby quickly sat up and started typing, she turned her head, seeing Tony..."W-what? What's going on?"
"I'm never going over to McG-String's ever again, that's for sure."...Tony shuddered.
"Oh my god, who told you?! That was suppose to be a secret!"
"How hard is it to plant a fingerprint, Abs?"...Tony asked again.
"He only tried them on once, just once."
"Abby, stop."
"I asked him, too. It's really not that big of a deal or anything. I'm sure you've done things for Ziva, right?"
"Please stop."...Tony urged.
"They looked pretty good on him, actually."
Tony reached out, gripping Abby's shoulders..."For the love of all that is holy...please stop, I'm beggin' ya!"
Abby just looked at Tony for a moment, she closed her eyes, then re-opened them..."Okay...no more about McGee's thong."
Tony cringed.
"Fingerprints? Faking them? Lets see, all you need is: a person's fingerprints, some fingerprint powder or something close to it, a camera, a computer, a transparency sheet and a printer and then add this special chemical and you've pretty much stolen someones fingerprints, so yes, it's possible."
(Ziva naked, Ziva naked, Ziva naked, Ziva naked)...Tony thought to himself, his eyes closed as he rubbed his temples. He started to smile.
"Tony?"
Tony opened his eyes..."Doable, but how about on a body, can you transfer a fingerprint to someones body?"
"I'm never heard of it being done before, but again, I guess it's possible, but...that print was stellar, Tony, perfect arcs and loops, looked real to me."
"Then that's good enough for me then, Abs. Thanks."...Tony left the lab.
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Tony stepped off the elevator, making his way around a corner, moving towards the interrogation rooms. Two NCIS security agents were leading Agent Wentworth away in handcuffs as Gibbs and Fornell stepped out of Interrogation room #2..."What's going on, Boss? Where are they taking him?"
"He confessed, DiNozzo."...Gibbs stated.
"To what?"
"Everything, all six murders. He signed it."...Fornell added.
"Bullshit! And I can prove it."...Tony ran up, stopping the guards. Agent Wentworth's head was down, breathing deeply through his badly damaged nose..."You killed Tina Meadows, right?"
"Yes."...Wentworth whispered.
"The one with the tattoo of the butterfly with the word 'mariposa' under it, right?"
"Yeah, butterfly."...He moaned.
Gibbs walked up beside them..."Are you sure about that? It was a butterfly?"
Wentworth nodded.
"Change of plans, take him to the hospital."...Gibbs ordered.
"That's not what the Director told us to do, Agent Gibbs."...One of the guard spoke up.
"Take him to the hospital and I'll clear it with the Director."
"Alright, you got it."...He replied..."I hope they don't change their mind on the other guy again, he's long gone."
"What was that?"...Tony asked.
"Oh, just the guy who was in Interrogation #1, Director David ordered him released about 30 minutes ago."
"What?!"...Tony and Gibbs exclaimed together. They moved back to interrogation #1, opening the door, Langer was gone.
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Ziva's head was down, resting on her desk, she was alone in the bullpen..."Ziva!"...Tony yelled, running into the squad room next to Gibbs.
Ziva shot up from her chair in a daze..."What?!"...She grimaced in pain, rubbing at her forehead.
"Go Tony!"...Gibbs yelled.
"Come on, pick up, damn it!"...Tony yelled in a panic, running towards the elevator, pressing the button rapidly, trying to make it come faster.
"What is it, Tony?!"...Ziva asked, joining him at the elevator.
"She's not picking up!"...Tony bolted for the stairwell door, slamming through it.
"Who's not picking up?!"...Ziva questioned, quickly following Tony.
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Tony breaks hard, skidding to a stop, Tony and Ziva exit the car and ran towards the front door with weapons drawn, moving through the front door..."Constance?!"...Tony yelled out.
"Ima?!"...Ziva cried out, running through the living room.
"Shhh."...Ziva's mother expressed, holding her finger to her lips..."The baby is sleeping."
Ziva rushed past her, moving into the nursery, she leaned over the crib, picking up little Anthony.
"What is it?"...Zahav asked.
"Where's Constance?!"...Tony asked, joining them in the nursery..."Her cell phone is off or something."
"She went to walk the dog, what's going on?"
Ziva hugged her son tightly..."Go, Tony. Go."
Tony ran out of the house, jumping back into the car, peeling out. He drove about 200 feet before slamming on the breaks, he jumped out moving to a limping Gibbler, he quickly picked him up, the dog lets out a hurtful whimper. Tony spun around, looking in all directions..."Constance?! Constance?! CONSTANCE?! FUCK!"
Tony ran back to his car, putting the dog in the passenger seat, he pulled his cell phone and dialed..."McGee..."
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A bear chested Langer stood in front of a bathroom mirror, groaning as he removed tape from his broken nose. A loud thump could be heard from the next room..."You know, your entire family is a pain in my ass."...Langer started to speak as he moved out of the bathroom, he looked at the bed, the comforter was pulled off to the side. He raised his foot, setting it on the bed..."Your stupid dog bit me."...He grunted, lifting his left pant leg, revealing a bloody bite mark on the outside of his lower leg.
A loud mumble made Langer move over, he looked down at Constance, she was bound by her feet and hands. He dropped to his knees, burying his nose into her hair, attempting to breathe in.
Constance thrusted her head forward, headbutting him in the nose.
"You fuckin' bitch!"...Langer backhands her across the face, bloodying her lip..."Now I'm gonna make it hurt."
Langer jumped to his feet, kicking Constance in the ribs, forcing her up against the wall. He squatted, grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her head back..."You're a virgin aren't ya?"...He slid his free hand to Constance's breast, squeezing it, he closed his eyes and smiled..."This is gonna be fun."
He yanked on her hair, lifting and tossing her on the bed. She was on her back, she lifted her legs, kicking wildly. He just grinned, toying with her, slapping at her feet..."I love it when they fight, it's so...hot."
He clutched her by the ankles, pulling her to the end of the bed, he quickly straddled her waist, sitting down with all of his weight. She turned her head away, not looking at him.
"Aww, what's wrong, baby? Don't wanna watch?"
Constance mumbled loudly, tears streaming out of her eyes.
Langer reached out, grabbing the locket from around her neck..."I like pearls myself."... He tugged at it, breaking the chain. He opened the locket up..."Wanna see your family one last time?...He turned the locket around, but Constance didn't look..."Look at it!"
Constance shook her head no, not turning her head. Langer gripped her jaw tightly, turning her head towards him, finally giving her a soft smack on her left cheek..."That wasn't so hard now, was it? But speaking of hard."...He grinned.
Constance used every ounce of her remaining strength, trying to buck him off, but Langer wrapped his hand around her throat and started to squeeze, her eyes started to roll back into her head, but he stopped..."Not yet."...He whispered, getting off of Constance. He moved over to the dresser, opening a bag..."I have all kinds of toys, any requests?"...He asked, holding up a pencil in one hand and a police baton..."From little to big, what's your pleasure?"
Langer jumped back as the door was kicked in. Tony entered the room, his Sig leading the way. Langer quickly tackled him, driving himself and Tony into the broken door, knocking them both down. They scramble for Tony's gun, Langer snatching it from Tony's grip. Langer rose to his feet, aiming at Tony's chest.
Tony felt around on the floor, grabbing ahold of the pencil. He stood up as Langer looked at him..."A pencil? HAHAHAHAHAHA! A fuckin' pencil?! How ironic! Didn't you say something about a magic trick? I'm waiting!"
Tony gripped the pencil tightly..."Did you touch her?"
"Not in that biblical sense...yet."
"What's wrong, couldn't get your dick hard?!"
Langer's aim started to lower..."Hey, fuck..."
Tony moved forward, Langer quickly raised his hand, squeezing the trigger. Tony deflected his hand up and outwards, a bullet entered Tony's shoulder, spraying blood across the wall behind him. Tony's momentum didn't stop, thrusting the point of the pencil into Langer's eye.
Langer let out a loud screech as Tony grabbed Langer by the back of the head, slamming him face first into the dresser, forcing the pencil into his brain. Tony let go of Langer's head, he fell backwards, twitching on the floor.
Tony made his way over to Constance, pulling out his knife from his pocket, cutting her loose from her plastic restraints, holding her in his arms..."I got you."
Constance broke away from Tony and started kicking at Langer's lifeless body..."You son of a BITCH!"
Tony moved up behind her, pulling her back into an embrace, she turned, burying her face into her father's chest and started to sob uncontrollably, she pulled away, feeling warm blood on her face..."Daddy?"
"Just a flesh wound."...Tony took a step towards Langer's body, he knelt down, picking up his gun..."Ta-da, it's gone...let me know if you find that pencil, motherfucker."...He whispered.
Tony stood up, wobbling.
"Dad!"
Tony stabled himself..."I'm fine."
Constance moved under her father's arm, helping him towards the door..."How did you find me?"
"There's a locater in your locket."...Tony dropped to his knees in the hallway, then fell back, leaning against the wall..."Constance?"
Constance dropped to her knees next to her father..."Yeah, Dad?"
"Don't get shot, it hurts like hell."
"Tony!"...Gibbs yelled, running towards them.
"He's been shot, Grandpa!"...Constance yelled, applying pressure to Tony's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Pumpkin."...Tony reached out, caressing Constance's face as Gibbs arrived.
"Hang on, DiNozzo, an ambulance is on the way."...He leaned Tony forward, seeing an exit wound, he held his palm tightly to it.
"Heh. Hear that, Grandpa, I mean, Boss? Bosspa?"...Tony slowly lowered his head.