Revelations
A/N: I GIVE UP!!!! I can't go however many days it's been to post the next chapter. I am all ready hard at work at the sequel, but I like posting this fic. So, to all who reviewed, THANK you very kindly. Sorry Nine's so short, but I am asking you to continue the 15 from last chapter in order to get ten. Don't worry, only eight of you lazy peeps need to review now.
Ch9
McGee and Gibbs boarded the flight, impatience clear on both men's faces.
Once the plane was under way, McGee turned to Gibbs. His face was thoughtful.
"Boss, why did you bring me?"
Gibbs turned from the window. "What, McGee?"
"Why did you bring me?"
"Would you rather I had left you in Washington?" Gibbs' face was just a tad amused.
"Well… No… But…"
"Then what's the problem, McGee?"
Tim's face scrunched. "Well, I am always the guy who stays behind. I execute warrants and photograph crime scenes; I can only remember a few times I have pulled my gun for anything other than target practice. What made you let me come?"
"You're my agent, McGee. I trust you on my six." Gibbs glared seriously at McGee.
"But…" Tim let his voice trail.
"More than that, you're DiNozzo's friend. That's what tony needs now."
McGee nodded, and Gibbs continued his speech. "Knowing DiNozzo, he's probably feeling suicidal. I may need you to knock him out and drag his ass back to Washington."
McGee laughed, but then sobered. "We may have to do that anyway, if Ziva won't come home with us."
Gibbs said nothing, just turned back to the window.
It was an excruciatingly long plane trip.
****
The two agents were the first off the plane. That was one big perk to the badge and gun.
Gibbs hailed a taxi, and the two made it to some dump hotel twenty miles from the warehouse where Tony was held.
"Tomorrow," confirmed Gibbs, before McGee could even ask.
**** The Warehouse (next morning)
Tony and Ziva were now tied together, back to back in two chairs.
"You know what this reminds me of right now, Zi?" Tony whispered, craning his neck to see the unbruised side of Ziva's face.
"I think so, Jean-Paul," she whispered seductively, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
Tony longed to experiment with repeating some of the other things they had tried, while under cover. But for real, this time around… even the thought made him shiver in anticipation.
The punch to the nose brought him out of his reverie.
"Dang, what is it with you and punching me in the face?" Tony yelled irately, not relishing the feel of blood streaming down his face and chest. He was somewhat surprised that his head had anything left in it. Not that Ziva would say there was anything there to begin with.
"You annoy me so," hissed the terrorist.
Tony nodded sagely. "Yeah, I tend to have that effect on people."
Ignoring Tony's goading, the interrogator leaned calmly against the wall. Now, for today's question. What is your Agent Gibbs like?"
"Special Agent Gibbs kicks some serious terrorist ass, if that's what you mean," Tony voiced glibly.
"Is that all? Tell me everything you know of him. So long in the agency, you must know something of him. Likes, dislikes, mannerisms, how to rile him- anything."
Ziva smiled. "If you control my agency, why not read the dossier we prepared of him for Ari Haswari's assignment and my liaison position?"
The tormentor brushed off Ziva's pointed jab. He looked at Tony questioningly. "Anything else whatsoever?"
"Gee, Gibbs is awesome. He loves his job. I don't think I have heard him say more than eight words in a single sentence, though. Most the time it's about four words. 'Gas the truck, DiNozzo,'" he mimicked. "The Boss is one private dude."
Tony knew a lot about Gibbs. But why share with these people?
The torturer snarled. "Do not make me resort to less friendly methods than before."
Ziva laughed sharply, cynically. "I do not think we shall survive. So why bother trying?"
"You would die less painfully," snarled the torturer. He tore Tony out of the chair. One of the goons held him still as the Arab leveled his gun to Tony's chest. Safety off, this time.
Tony raised his eyebrows. "Done with me so quickly? How long has it been- two, three days, now?"
DiNozzo's green eyes then lighted upon the figures in the doorway.
"You sure took your time, McSlowpoke!"
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.