A/N: I hope you find that chapter very interesting! Shout out to the protagonist of the story, smush68!
He wanted to force himself to think about Ingrid, but his mind could not stop thinking about Abby as he was sitting in the interrogation room of NCIS. He looked at his face, when he looked in the mirror, searching with his eyes, trying to see through the glass, in hope that Abby will be there, waving at him childishly, mouthing that it was all just a joke. One thing he knew for sure was that he certainly did not kill Abby, he couldn't have. He never even snapped at her, not once, because he did not like hurting the most important people in his life. He did not want to continue being in the lie he was drawn in.
He could not believe that Abby was dead; a human brain could handle only some information. He knew he could never commit a crime, not towards Abby, but he swore he would hunt down the one who did it and kill him. Who will smile at him now? Advice him, cheer him up, make him feel like home, make him feel the warmth he could never feel at home with his ''parents''?
Behind the glass, Ingrid laid her eyes upon Tony. She knew that he could never do this to someone he loved. She didn't know all his pros and cons, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Abby had a special place in his heart. This was one of his traits and one of the reasons she fell for him. He was always loyal to the ones he loved, but to Abby, his best friend and sister was so much more beyond loyal. She knew the strength and love of his golden heart she just saw in front of her, shattering into million pieces.
Just then, Gibbs, ''the silver haired fox leader'', according to Tony, entered the room she was in, looking somewhat mysterious. No wonder everyone was shaking in their boots. His glare could pierce through your soul, control you and make you sell your soul to the demons of the crossroad for an eternity. He slowly walked in, closing the door behind him, taking a sip of his mysterious looking coffee and studying Tony thoroughly. Ingrid did not have enough courage to talk to him as she was pretty shaken up and his presence was so unsettling.
''So, I take you're Ingrid.'' In the silence he spoke, his voice ominous, making her heart skip a thousand beats. ''Y-yeah.''He faced her and Ingrid saw the edges of his lips forming an unsettling, cold smile, really an icy stare and suddenly she felt cold. ''No wonder Tony is crazy about you.'' Wait, Tony what? She didn't know Tony felt the same way as she did, feeling her heart smile in this depressing situation she was in. ''O-of course, you like red-haired women. More feisty, huh?'' She nearly snorted. He smirked, she was not afraid to speak her mind. This time, Tony might have found just the one, if he would get out of the interrogation room sane.
''He seems calm and collected.'' She muttered about Gibbs, so he wouldn't hear her. This didn't go by unnoticed by him as he was sipping his bitter coffee. ''So, what n-now?'' She was petrified of the answer. She didn't want her knight in shining armor to be misunderstood, because she was sure that he didn't do anything. ''Right now, we will wear skirts, drink a lot of coffee, build a fire and dance hula-hula around it, shaking our asses and praying that Abby will go to a nirvana.'' She thought that this was the first time she rolled her eyes that much up to the moment she actually felt them staying there. After sipping his coffee, he continued looking through the glass. ''It's prohibited for me to interrogate him, so it is mandatory to bring someone from the FBI.'' She raised her eyebrows questioningly, causing him to grin, sending a chill down her spine.
Suddenly, the door opened, revealing a beautiful woman. Her hair was quite long, curly, in a neat ponytail, her stare feisty. Almond, sparkling eyes, looking like an exotic beauty. Ingrid actually wondered how Tony didn't like her instead. Even though, Ingrid didn't really like her, she had something hostile on her. She was Israeli, an assassin and probationary officer; still, she couldn't help but to wonder. Ziva stared for a moment long and studied Ingrid when she smiled an icy smile at her. What is up with those people? Then, she looked at Gibbs. ''The agent of FBI has arrived. Agent Saks himself.'' Gibbs just stood there, still. This was going to be a pain in the ass. The woman spoke again. ''I know what you're thinking. This will be a pain in the bullocks. It doesn't take a rocker scientist.'' Gibbs glares at Ziva, making Ingrid want to fall on the floor laughing. Instead, she calmed herself and gathered her courage to speak. ''Who was the agent again?'' Ziva looked past Gibbs. ''Saks. Agent Saks.'' Ingrid formed an ''oh'' with her mouth and shook her head. ''Not agent Slacks.'' That comment made Gibbs spill his coffee, while he was drinking, showering Ziva and glaring at Ingrid, feeling his head make a 360 turn. ''W-what? Tony talked about him!'' Things were not good.
Tony rested his head on his hands when he heard the door opening, slowly. ''About time, bo-'' As his eyes lay upon Saks, he froze, gritting his teeth, muttering all sorts of swear words in his mind. He even invented some in a new, different language in what sounded like ''dkcfsklfjlewkfjlwekfjlr''. He wanted to wipe that smirk off his face so bad, almost too bad. ''What…are…you…doing…here…?'' His voice low, his tone threatening, almost too hostile. ''Fancy seeing you here, Dinozzo. You come here often? See, when they informed me about you, I nearly cried of joy.''
Tony sighed; his eyes never left Saks's face. ''I know that you just love making all those weird noises around me when you see a handsome man, Slacks. But, I must say that, boy, you must have a huge crush on me.'' Saks's smile was immediately wiped, causing Tony to do a victory dance inside his head and flash his one million dollars, satisfied smile. That remark made Saks roll his eyes and clear his throat. ''Whatever, Dinozzi, unlike you, I like doing my job. Where were you yesterday night?''
Tony's mind immediately ticked off, gulping. If Ingrid was there, listening, she would learn that it was all a lie and that he was really with Abby instead with the cat as he told her so in their phone call. Then, he will have to explain himself to Ingrid about the lie, to Saks about the misunderstanding and disappear from the face of the Earth, because of Gibbs's desire to castrate him and go trigger happy.
His first thought was to avoid the subject, but Slacks would notice it and get suspicious. Then, his mind wandered off to Ziva. He was hoping, praying, begging that she was in the room, so he did what they would usually do if they needed help or distraction. It was really a partner thing of saying ''I've got your back, pal.'' So, he simply said ''Lions and spiders and bears, oh my!'' which immediately alerted Ziva. She got the signal and rolled her eyes, pretending to be dizzy and fell on Ingrid. ''Ah!'' As she fell on Ingrid, she flipped the lights in the interrogation room on and off.
''This is my cue to do it.'' Tony muttered and looked at Slacks, who was now getting very impatient. ''I was with Abby. She was ready to go to her flight so she could fly to L.A., but due to bad weather she ended up on my doorstep, completely drenched. We hang around and then she slept at my place.'' Tony stopped talking, allowing Saks to keep notes. ''Was she nervous? Or felt as if it wasn't her? Sad or skeptical?'' Tony shook his head negatively. ''Why did she came to your doorstep, agent Dinozzo?'' Tony did not like where this was headed one bit. ''She was closer to my apartment than anyone else's.'' Saks smiled mischievously, which made Tony want to grab him by his Gucci bullshit suit, spin him around, hitting him on the walls. ''Or close to you.'' Tony sighed, somehow knowing that this was where it was supposed to end up. ''Are you implying a relationship between me and forensic scientist Abigail Sciuto, Slacks?''
Saks shrugged. ''Why does it strike you as odd? Half of NCIS knows she sleeps with anyone that has money. No wonder she's one, very cold and mean bitch.'' Saks's life was on a thin life, probably flashing in front of his eyes as Tony flew from his table on Saks, punching him as Gibbs and Ziva kicked the door open and tried taking Saks away from Tony's grasp. ''THAT'S ENOUGH!'' What Ingrid saw made her worried and scared of the aftermath.
The fight had ended with a furious Tony, a mad Saks and an enraged Gibbs. ''Saks with me, Tony, go to Ducky now. NOW, ANTHONY!'' Both Ziva and Ingrid jumped at Gibbs's raised voice. Ziva nodded at Ingrid as she followed Gibbs down the hallway along with Saks. Ingrid sighed ant looked at Tony who was now devastated, tearing up. Ingrid, without second thought, she hugged Tony tightly, letting him know that she'll be there, reminding him that she was truly a treasure as Tony wrapped his strong arms around her petite body, breathing in her pure yet elegant scent. ''Thank you, Ingrid. Never let me forget that I owe you that.'' She smiled, caring for Tony. ''You paid me back the moment you entered my life…''