A/N: So I am somewhat sure about how this story is going to go now, but I really need input from you guys. I know most of you are hating Special agent Jessica Matthews, but I promise she serves a purpose. Anyway, enjoy and please, please, please review!
Chapter Four- Baby, tell me your secrets.
-The ride back to Tony's Apartment-
"So why are you taking me to your house?" Agent Matthews said, finally breaking the fifteen minute silence.
"First of all it's an apartment, and secondly because Gibbs wants me to get to know you so I can report back to him about your personality and stuff."
"Why doesn't he just ask me himself?"
"You'll learn he is not that kind of guy."
"You say that as if I will be here for long." She said laughingly.
"Oh. Right. Listen can we shut up now? I need to clear my head."
"What's on your mind?"
"I would rather die than tell you."
"Fine."
Tony's Flashback:
"No. One word answer. I win." She said.
-Tony's apartment-
"Sorry the place is a mess." Tony said, throwing his keys on the counter. His apartment looked like a frat house. Clothes and beer bottles everywhere, the trash hadn't been emptied in two weeks, and all that was in the fridge was some old milk and 3 week old pizza.
"Real nice place you got here." Jessica said stepping over a huge pile of clothes.
"There is no need for your sarcasm. It's bad enough I have to stay the night with you."
"Oh and I'm sure that this is so horrible for you."
"Look we both have had a long and hard day, so why don't we just relax okay? You want a drink?"
"I just lost my only sibling. Drinking is the only thing I want to do."
"Alright."
"Hey where is your bathroom? I want to change and get out of these heels."
"Through the bedroom on the right."
"Thanks."
As soon as she exited the room Tony began strategizing.
'Okay Anthony, this girl is a pistol. She isn't going to open up like a DVD case. You are going to have to get her drunk enough to talk, but not drunk enough to get loud and crazy.'
"Easy. Three of these babies and she'll be singing like a canary." He said to himself, smiling.
"Who sings like a canary?" Jessica asked as she came into the kitchen. She had changed into a black spaghetti strap shirt and some very short purple pajama shorts.
"Uh, No one. Here you go." He said handing her the drink. He stared at her for a moment.
"What Agent DiNozzo?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that this is the first time I have had a female in my apartment in a while who doesn't have very much on and for once I have no feeling what so ever."
"Really?" She asked, moving very close to his face and taking a sip.
"Really." His eyes grew cold. He left the kitchen and went and sat on the sofa. Jessica followed him.
"So this is where you'll be sleeping." Tony said, rubbing the couch.
"Oh how nice of you." Jessica said finishing her drink.
"Want another?"
She nodded and Tony disappeared into the kitchen for a minute. He returned with four more tumblers and set them on the coffee table in front of her.
"You know just so I won't have to keep getting up." She nodded back at him and picked one up and chugged it.
"So how do you guys afford that mansion? I know your father can't afford it on his salary." Tony said cautiously.
"Well you see it was my grandparents and when they died they left it to my dad. All we have to do is pay inheritance taxes."
"Oh. What about your mom? Where is she?"
"She- She left when I was eleven." Jessica's face went blank.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. I knew it was coming when she left. It hit Aaron, my brother, a lot harder than it hit me."
Tony's Flashback:
"Hey Abbs, you got a match?" Tony asked.
"Yup. Michael Aaron Rivkin."
"I'm sorry what?" Tony asked Jessica.
"My mom, she left on my brother's fifth birthday. He never really got over that." She said downing another cocktail.
"What do you mean 'never really got over it'?"
"Well he blamed himself. He stopped talking to my dad. Barely spoke to me. He kind of just went into this shell and never really came out. I tried to get him to hang out with me and my friends when we got older, but he never budged."
"Wow, so he didn't have a good relationship with your father?"
"A good relationship? More like no relationship. Well until two years ago when he decided to join the navy, which came as a shock. You don't bottle yourself up for fourteen years and then one day have an epiphany that you want to be just like your dad. Totally blew me out of the water."
"And how was your relationship with Aaron?"
"It was okay. I mean I tried to be there for him as much as much as I could. Tried to be the mother figure he needed. We weren't really close until about three months ago though. One day he called me and told me he had found this amazing person who made him so happy and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with them. It was weird too. He kept saying 'them' and 'they' instead of 'she' and 'her'. You know that is what he was doing here. Bringing home the future Mrs. Aaron Matthews. I guess Robert had other plans." Jessica said shaking her head.
"Who?" Tony asked.
"Robert, Aaron's best friend from the Navy, the one who killed him."
"Jessica, who else was at your house when the shooting happened?"
"I don't know. My dad I guess. I was out at a luncheon when my dad called and told me he got me into NCIS and to go there. That is why I was all dressed up. It was Director Vance who told me my brother had been killed. Wait why did you ask me that?"
Tony didn't say anything, but a huge red flag went up in his head.
-North Africa-
"Tell me about NCIS!" He commanded, slapping her in the process.
'Six.' She thought. That was the number of times he had slapped her this time.
Ziva's flashback:
"And what is our disk worth to you?" She asked. Just then Tony received another punch to the face. She flinched.
"Tell me!" he screamed in her ear. Just as he raised his hand, she flinched.
"Ah, you are starting to break." He said with a chuckle.
'I haven't spoken in thirty days, and I will not start now. YOU WILL NEVER BREAK ME!'
Well? What do you think? I am actually really happy with this chapter. P.S. Reviews encourage me to write :P!