Revelations

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Ch8

Gibbs raced down to Abby's lab, anxiety apparent on his face to any who knew him even remotely well. He stormed into the forensics lab, and extended his open hand to McGee. McGee's face was scrunched up, and Abby paced nervously behind him, tears streaming silently down her face.

McGee passed his cell phone to the Boss.

Gibbs looked at the text message: A picture of Tony, bloody and shirtless, looking at the camera. He had a couple obvious broken bones- namely, his nose and arm- and burns on his chest and arms. Below it, a caption read simply, "Ziva looks worse".

Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs wheeled immediately around, and stalked angrily to the office of Director Leon Vance.

****

Vance looked up when the cell smacked down onto his desk, right on the papers he was reading. "What is this, Agent Gibbs?"

"Where the hell did Eli David send DiNozzo?" Gibbs growled, leaning in with both hands onto Vance's desk.

"How should I know? That is his and DiNozzo's business."

Eyes steely, Gibbs pointed silently to the open phone.

Leon Vance picked up the device, and almost instantly picked up his desk phone and punched in several digits.

"Shalom, my friend."

Gibbs could not catch the words of Eli David, Mossad Director.

"I was wondering about the location of my agent.

Yes, Anthony DiNozzo.

I know. So he left without notice?"

Vance glanced up at Gibbs, who sighed.

"Thanks, Eli.

Wait, one more thing- I am forwarding you a text message received by DiNozzo's partner a few minutes ago.

Yes, call me back when you get it. Thank you.

Shalom."

Click.

A few minutes later, the phone rang.

"Shalom.

No, I am not implying anything, Eli.

No, Eli, I just want my agent back.

Eli! The only one blaming you is yourself!

Eli! Do not hang up!"

Click.

Vance looked up at Gibbs, wary.

Gibbs offered some advice. "Usually, when people are so defensive in interrogation, they are guilty."

The wary look was replaced by a solid glare.

Gibbs smiled, and took McGee's cell phone. "Now I will have my team, my reliable team, track down Tony's location."

He left the office, half a smile lingering on his face.

****

"Boss, his cell is off, but I might still be able to get the location the message was sent from." McGee glanced at Gibbs.

"Get to. I want my agents back."

Gibbs sipped his coffee, and left to get a refill.

**** Somalia

DiNozzo looked sullenly at the dead cell phone. He was only sure where it was because it was clenched in his right fist. It was so dark, since the dim light bulb above his head had gone dead.

Tony jumped as a black shape scuttled over him. "I hate rats!" he hissed to himself.

Why did the terrorists not put him in a chair? Less breathing room, but it was not like the tall agent could stand up in the tiny closet, anyway. And he would be able to see.

And then Ziva would have someone to talk to, and something to look at other than a wall.

He felt guilty, now, and dirty, knowing that Ziva cared for him in a way Tony could never honestly return- not with the deal he had made to even get this far.

Not that he did not love Ziva. God, he loved Ziva! But, if they got out of this- with emphasis on they- two things would hold Tony back from his own desire.

His unwilling promise to daddy David.

Ziva's loyalties would keep her in Israel, and Tony's would return him reluctantly to Washington.

****

A few hours of whirling thought and restless consciousness later, the door creaked open. Tony blinked owlishly as light flooded his dark world, squinting to make out the dark shapes of his tormentors through the harsh light.

He was hauled out, and felt the cell phone tugged from his tight grasp.

"Who did you contact, DiNozzo?" The languorous, yet harsh, voice of the interrogator reminded Tony of where he was.

Tony blinked again, letting his eyes adjust. He ignored the terrorist's question.

Quick Arabic words caused DiNozzo to be returned to the room his Ziva was tied in.

But where was she?

There was her chair- empty, blood pooled on the floor around it, both dried and fresh.

"Tony," he heard her whisper. He whipped his head around, seeing her chained to the wall.

DiNozzo tried to break from his captors and go to her, but the Arab goons held him back. The interrogator produced a bullwhip, brandishing it before Tony.

"Agent DiNozzo, I will now ask you some questions. For each one you do not answer, David shall be beaten until you answer it. Like so." He proceeded to hit Ziva once, twice, three times; until blood dripped from the raw place on her exposed stomach. Her shirt was all ready torn, and nearly not there, from the beatings she had previously endured.

"So, who did you contact?"

"No one. Phone died before I could." Honesty was never the best policy.

The whip smacked across Ziva again, causing her to whimper as it dug into her flesh. Tony flinched.

"Did I mention I wanted the truth, Anthony?"

"You just did," Tony pointed out.

Smack.

"Who did you call?"

"Ghostbusters. You really ought to do something about the malevolent spirits in your broom closet."

Smack. Tony could not help but growl angrily.

"Who did you contact, Agent DiNozzo?"

"All right, you got me!"

"WHO?!"

Tony hung his head. "Better ingredients. Better pizza. Papa John's."

Ziva, who had been mostly silent through her beating, laughed.

"Only you could think of your stomach, Tony."

This time, the whip connected with Ziva's swollen cheek, and she cried out.

"I told you the truth the first time," Tony pointed out. "You can check; the battery is very dead."

Upon confirming Tony's story, the frustrated terrorist crushed the cell phone beneath his boot heel.

"So, how long have you been with NCIS?"

"Eight years or so, now. We have a love-hate relationship, but it is a good one. We have been living together for six odd years now, so I think it is about time for me to get the ball rolling. It's time for me to propose. I mean, I love her; why shouldn't I?" Tony nodded wisely, adding, "Plus, I think she's been expecting me to."

Ziva rolled her eyes. The torturer did not bother to whip her; rather, he punched Tony in the face.

"You know, this is odd." DiNozzo grinned through the fresh blood from his nose. "You seem a tad frustrated, dude."

Now Ziva was whipped, across the chest. She winced, letting out a little gasp of pain.

"Really flustered. Whom are you working for, anyway? Your methods are a bit… lackluster. Are you some Hamas half-wit who made a mistake and is trying to bone up by getting known information out of David's little girl?" Tony's green eyes flicked sadly to Ziva for a moment.

"Listen here, Agent DiNozzo," growled the interrogator. "I should be the best. I was the best. Then they kicked me out. But you still need to listen to me," he added harshly. "David belongs to me so long as I have his daughter."

Tony hmphed. "So what do you need me for? If you control a bunch of assassins?"

The torturer pulled out his gun, fed up with Tony's goading.

Tony just laughed.

"You will not shoot me. You need me to get to Ziva." He met Ziva's eyes, willing her to play along with what he said next.

"But you know what? It does not matter. Ziva is some freaking Mossad ice sculpture. Daddy trained her too well to give in just because of some dumb Catholic American." Tony grinned. "Plus, I killed her boyfriend. She got pissed, too. It's why you could capture her. So… do you think she would care if you scattered the contents of my head?"

Ziva furrowed her brow. Was Tony suicidal? The assassin could not see how baiting a man with a gun was a good idea. Then she noticed: The safety was on. Tony just felt like being a smart alice.

He wanted to embarrass the half-witted torturer.

"You are a bad liar, DiNozzo. I know how both of you feel." The angry interrogator pulled the trigger.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

Tony pouted sarcastically. "You mean I gave that great kill me speech and the safety was on? Aww, how sad is that!"

The flustered terrorist signaled to his chuckling goons, who towed Tony away to the closet again. Ziva, he left chained to the wall.

**** NCIS Forensics

Gibbs did not even have to ask as he set down a Caf-Pow! beside Abby.

"Boss, the cell phone company gave me the last known location for Tony's cell," McGee said, pulling up the address as Abby took a sip of her drink.

"Pack your bags, McGee. We're going on a field trip."

****

Vance nodded as he saw Gibbs walk in. "I cannot formally condone your taking this trip."

"Formally?" Gibbs inquired.

"Go for it. Bring him home."

"Pretend we are going on vacation!" Gibbs called over his shoulder as he wheeled out of the office once more.

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