Revelations

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Ch4

Tony and McGee bent over the computer terminal, occasionally glancing through the sliding glass doors at the piles of evidence from last night, sitting ominously on Abby's table. "There has to be something here Vance doesn't want us to know," Tony murmured to McGee. "I mean, I think he gave this stuff to Daddy David- but then, what does he know that's not on here that Gibbs knows he knows but Vance won't tell?"

His partner's brow furrowed. "How well did you sleep at the boss's? You're making no sense."

"That's not the point. Plus, I'm sober. Gibbs' bourbon isn't to my taste." T ony's eyes were clear again, not bloodshot and muddled like had become normal. "MaGoo, keep looking. I'm going to talk to Vance." Tony exited the lab, and ran straight into the Director. "Sir, I was just looking for you," Tony said.

Vance just glared. "Follow me, DiNozzo." With that, the black man stalked off.

"What ant got in his boxers," Tony whispered to himself.

****Somalia

Ziva tossed her head restlessly in her sleep, still tied to her chair as she was. Tony floated before her eyes, green eyes dancing and voice playful.

Do you want to tell me? I want to know. I want to know everything.

What do you want to know? she cried. I will tell you everything!

Tell me why you left. Tell me why you abandoned me on the tarmac. Tell me why you will not save my life. Tell me why you can stare at my face all day but not tell that badass through there what you know about the Navy. About NCIS. About me! Dammit, Ziva, you know more about me than my mother!

Dream Ziva drew in her breath, facing her Dream Tony. The only Tony she had… the surveillance screens had been taken from her, except for the constant video of the snipers following Tony everywhere. She shook in her sleep, restless, scared.

Tony… I love-

A boot into her bruised and broken ribs awoke her from the dream. Ziva hissed, not willing to succumb to the scream that first came to her lips. She opened her swollen eyes, looking through her good eye at the man that had literally snatched her off the deck of the ship by helicopter to bring her to this tiny cell. He drew her arm up to his face- it had never really healed, because every day the appendage got bent and twisted.

"Are you willing to tell me about NCIS, Miss David?" The man twisted her arm, but not so hard she could not answer through the pain.

The Mossad assassin grimaced from the pain, but did not answer the man. Instead, her eyes flicked back behind her tormentor to the single screen with Tony walking through the squadroom. Her torturer's eyes followed hers to the screen kept by DiNozzo's would-be assassins. "Your choice," he whispered evilly, pressing the dreaded button on the remote the Arab carried always.

A look of horror crossed Ziva's face.

A crack ran through the air.

****Abby's Lab (Like… 10 minutes ago)

Abby rushed through the squadroom. She was an hour and a half late. Why had Sister Rosita needed girl talk right before work? For that matter, why did a nun need girl talk in a house with a bunch of other nuns? However it happened, Abby was so late she didn't see the yellow tape around the bullpen. Or the bloodstain below Tony's desk.

Scratch that. She saw the crime scene tape as she turned around in the elevator. Immediately, she squeezed out before the doors closed.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my GOD!" Abby rushed over, noting the tarp across a shattered window, and the empty desk of Tony, which still had residue from a red, pulpy liquid on it, and the large splotch of red on the floor that was definitely blood. Abby's mouth hung open. She blinked, moisture in her eyes. Abby raced to the elevator, and jammed the call button repeatedly until the elevator doors slid open. She did the same with the button to her lab.

The forensics expert raced to her lab, dashing through the open door and stopping dead when she saw the piles of evidence on her table. Tears openly streamed down her face when she saw the two bloody shirts in evidence bags, two bullets, McGee's computer, and various other detritus from Tony's desk in the bullpen. "D-Ducky!" she wailed, rushing to autopsy.

McGee looked up to see Abby rush out of the lab, bawling. "Oh, crap. No one called Abby!"

****Squadroom

Tony crossed the squadroom behind Vance, glancing briefly and distrustingly at the long wall of glass windows. "Really, Vance? Gibbs will have your-"

Vance cut him off. "You'll be fine, DiNozzo. Now get your ass up to MTAC. You have a call waiting for you."

DiNozzo perked up, hopeful, and followed Vance across the room. "Just so you know, it'd better be someone good."

The Director smiled to himself. "Oh, I think you'll like him, DiNozzo." Him? No. It had better not be. Not Daddy.

Just as Tony jogged up the steps, Vance a few steps trailing, a loud crack rang through the air.

So did a scream.

**** Autopsy (5 minutes ago to present)

Abby rushed in, stopping short just long enough to let the automatic doors open a few feet, then continued her dash into Ducky's domain. "DUCKY!" she yelled, sobbing.

The medical examiner turned from his table, where he was finishing stitching a body, and immediately de-gloved. "Abby, my dear, what is wrong?"

"Ducky… my lab… the bullpen," Abby poured out, running to the trays and pulling out every one of them. Before she got halfway, Dr. Mallard placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No one got hurt," he murmured. "Abigail, they are fine."

Scuito the forensics guru turned slowly to Ducky, her eyes red. "You're… sure?"

"Yes, Abigail. Someone tried to shoot Anthony, but no one was severely injured." Ducky nodded to her.

Abby paled. "Severely? The blood? Oh, god, what happened?" She began shaking. "Who got shot? Who…"

"McGee pushed down Anthony before the second shot was fired. The bullet barely grazed his arm," Ducky added. "It was just a minor scratch. I cleaned him up quickly, and he is fine now. Don't worry, Abigail."

Abby shook her head. "No wound is minor, Ducky! Why was someone shooting at Tony?! Why didn't anyone call me?"

The medical examiner sighed. "Abby, if you wish to check on Timothy, he is alive."

"Where is he, Ducky?"

A confused look crossed Ducky's face. "In your lab, of course. He could not exactly use his own computer, of course, since it has two bullet holes in it."

Abby's eyes widened. "Oh," she whispered. "I didn't see him."

"It was fine. I suspect Timothy felt just as bad for neglecting to call you." Ducky nodded, patting Abby on the shoulder. Abby hugged Ducky.

"Thanks, Ducky."

Ducky returned the hug with a smile.

Then the phone rang.