Revelations

A/N: Thanks for actual reviews! I guess my ultimatum combined with a piece of info I needed is the right way to go for reviews! No one asked about my cliffhanger, though. *Pouts*

And to clarify, Tony's arm is still in a sling. I do not know if I said that earlier in the story. I think I did, when Ziva was watching him, but I am not sure. Also, pay attention to my wordings here- there are subtle hints to later in my story.

ALSO! Sorry for so long to update, I was on a long drive to Florida to visit family, and have been having issues setting up the wireless to connect to my computer.

Ch5

Tony cried out, seeing blood spray from the female agent's forehead. Her friend, who had been walking beside her, screamed. Images of Kate flashed before Tony's numb struck mind… He wheeled, seeing shattered glass tumble, glittering, to the floor. He could not see the sniper, but there was almost no doubt he himself had been the target- not the special agent Tony knew managed invoices. DiNozzo turned to glare at Director Vance. "I knew bad things would happen," he spat, turning away and stalking angrily into MTAC. DiNozzo wanted to investigate- but since the target was likely him, facing his least favorite Director seemed safer at the time.

"Anthony DiNozzo." The Israeli Mossad Director Eli David frowned.

"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. How's your daughter?" Tony would not- could not- say her name aloud. Not to this man.

"Missing."

Tony stared. He recovered, barely, green eyes still intense on Eli David. "In Somalia?"

David's brow furrowed. "What do you know of the Horn of Africa?"

"Question on question. Answer me, I'll answer you." Tony rubbed the strap of his sling, remembering why Ziva was gone. Why he had killed the bastard who had broken his arm.

The Director of Mossad stared long and hard at DiNozzo. "Presumably. According to another on deck, she was snatched off the deck of the ship which she was aboard. A man on a dropdown helicopter ladder knocked Ziva out and grabbed her."

Tony's face paled. "How long?"

"I thought it was your turn to answer me, DiNozzo."

"How long have you known Ziva was missing?"

"She has been missing for three days. We received the intel late last night, your time."

DiNozzo glared. "Now I answer you. Somalia: where Rivkin's investigation led him. Where you sent Ziva to prove her loyalty and finish Rivkin's job, since I put the bastard under. Very dead. Where Ziva is being held by some bastard who owns a helicopter. Also a lot of technical stuff I swiped from the evidence locker, the crap from Rivkin's computer. But ask Special Agent McGee if you want to know about that."

"Hm," murmured the father of the woman Tony loved. "I shall make you a deal, Special Agent DiNozzo. Come to Tel Aviv. You may work with my team to track down Ziva- and maybe the one responsible for the attempts on your life."

How did… Vance. No time to worry about that now. Tony narrowed his green eyes. "Catch?" Nothing came free from a man like Eli David.

Daddy David leaned forward to the camera. "When this is over, I want you out of my daughter's life forever. Do we have a deal?"

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo hesitated for just one moment. His possible happiness or Ziva's security? There was a no brainer. She hated him now, anyway, and would never talk to him again. How much more pain would he feel for one woman?

Tony gulped, hesitant. "Deal."

**** Autopsy

Ducky answered his phone, only half hearing Abby's fearful whimpers. Caller ID said Jethro. "Is Anthony all right? Timothy is in Abigail's lab, so I trust he is quite fine."

"DiNozzo is actually going on a redeye to Tel Aviv later. No, Duck, the sniper missed by inches and hit another agent." Jethro sounded grim- grimmer than usual, at least.

"How tragic! Abigail and I shall be up shortly."

Abby looked at Ducky, fretful. "Tony?"

"He is fine enough to make a trip to Tel Aviv later this evening. Relax, my dear."

A broad grin spread across her face. "Tony's going to Israel? He's going to get Ziva, and bring her back, and everything will be fine! Life will be normal again!"

"Abigail, our priority shall be the deceased female agent who was shot instead of Anthony." Ducky gently pushed past Abby, who looked horrified.

****

Leroy Jethro Gibbs stepped back from the scene. This was a mess. The agent's blood was everywhere, and her head was nowhere near as intact as Kate Todd's had been. Practically caved in, almost nonexistent. "Just in time, Duck. We're done processing; the body can be moved on your call."

"Palmer is on vacation… Would you assist me in transporting the cadaver to my morgue?"

"Yeah, Duck." Together the two men moved the agent- Special Agent Tarra Hall- into a body bag, and down the stairs to the waiting gurney.

Dr. Mallard nodded to Gibbs. "Here we part ways. I intend to shed light on this girl's inadvertent killer, but I refuse to shed light for you. Let Anthony handle himself."

Gibbs shook his head. "I'm going to catch the bastard."

"Jethro, she was not one of your people."

Gibbs stared back at Ducky. "Yeah, Duck, but she might have been." He turned his gaze to the door of MTAC for a moment.

"Anthony will be fine," Ducky murmured. "Let us pray for that."

With those words, the kindhearted doctor took his leave from Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

**** That evening, in Tony's apartment

Three days.

Three whole days.

Was she okay?

Tony's plane had been delayed- he could not go to Israel until the next morning. With how long the flight would take, it would be five days. The however long it would take for Tony and the Mossad team to locate Ziva. Two, three more days?

Eight days, then.

They were probably torturing her. They were probably torturing Ziva for her nation's secrets. With eight days, they could get intel out of even Ziva, Tony's ninja Mossad assassin. With eight days, even his Ziva could be broken.

In five days, Ziva could be dead.

Hell, she could be dead all ready.

Tony did not care. He would find out where she had been or was, and kill the bastards that harmed so much as a hair on her beautiful head. Then, if Ziva was alive, she was welcome to kill him for the same reasons. Tony had hurt Ziva so much more than mere physical battery ever could.

Just as Anthony DiNozzo reached for his first bottle of whiskey in three days, the doorbell rang. The familiar bell tones chimed, followed by a knock and McGee's voice. "Tony, you are supposed to be with the Boss."

"I'm also supposed to be on a plane to Tel Aviv. How did you know I wasn't?" Tony glared at the offending door. Well, at McGee who was behind it.

"Your flight was delayed."

"Oh, that." Tony took a swig of his whiskey, and let McGee in.

Timothy immediately took the bottle from DiNozzo. "We are not doing that again." He placed the bottle in the kitchen.

DiNozzo sighed, putting his face in his hands. "Probie, I love her."

There, he said it to someone other than himself.

"I know, Tony. It is and always has been rather clear. Gibbs thought you two had all ready shot rule twelve to the ground."

"We didn't." That was one thing they had not shot up from the list of Gibbs' rules.

"I know."

"How do you know so damn much, McGee?"

McGee laughed. "One or the other of you would have told Abby."

Tony nodded, thoughtful. Then he stood up, looking right at McGee. "If I go to Tel Aviv- if I rescue Ziva- I can never tell her how I feel."

"Why?" Tony asked, curious.

"If I do, it'll be that much harder to leave her life forever."

Tony could not cry again. Not now.

**** Somalia

Ziva drew in her breath when the other agent was shot. Tony was safe. Her tormentor then spoke. "I keep giving you second chances to talk, Ziva David. It is so hard to torture your advantage when he is so far away. Perhaps his flight to Tel Aviv, then to here, will help?"

The brunette looked up, not showing her damned reaction. It was time to become ice again. She said nothing.

Three days of torture. So little! And such unimaginative techniques. Tony had been new, and scary, but only was introduced yesterday evening. Soon, the torturers would try new methods- ones Ziva knew even she herself could not withstand forever.

The Arab torturer held up the bloody Star of David necklace. "Perhaps I should send this to DiNozzo? As a 'Welcome to Israel' gift?" The tormentor laughed cruelly, exiting the room to leave her with nothing- taking even the surveillance feed of Tony.

Nothing was left.

Nothing but a blank wall.

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