Sorry for taking a bit to update, had to visit my Mom in the hospital! She was in a car crash and it was pretty serious, so I didn't really leave the hospital at all until last night! Anyways, doctors say she's gonna be fine, which is a BIG relief :)
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Gunfire resounded through the ship as Tony, Malachi, and Liat scoured the ship. Since Tony still had a cast on, he watched their backs as Malachi and Liat took point. A man wielding a large knife came barreling towards them, only to be quickly disposed of with a bullet to the head from Liat. Multiple shouts were ordered, directing the rest of the crew as to the location of the gunfire.
"Stay alert. Be prepared for anything." Malachi said as he ruthlessly stabbed a man in the eye from around a corner. Two men wielding UZI's came from behind, but Tony was able to kill both of them with three shots from his Jericho. They continued to search the ship for any and all crew-members, and after about ten minutes, they cleared the entire ship but the control room.
The three of them had gathered outside the door, listening intently for any signs of human life. They waited for a few minutes before a slight click was heard inside, and Malachi kicked the door open, his Jericho out and aiming at the ship's captain.
"Shoot and we all die!" The captain shouted, holding up a remote trigger. "I have this entire ship rigged to blow! Do you see this?" The captain asked, holding up the trigger.
"Yeah, it's a Dead Man's Switch." Tony commented, not really amused by the impending threat.
"That's right! You shoot me, this ship goes down!" The captain shouted, his hands shaking, his eyes wide. Malachi and Liat glanced at each other with fear in their eyes, something which did not go unnoticed. I may have found my peace with dying already, but Malachi and Liat have not. They don't deserve to die because of my suicidal tendencies.
"Don't you dare activate that detonator!" Tony snarled, taking a small step closer to the captain. Out of the corner of his eye, Tony noticed a slight movement behind a wooden crate. Before he had time to react, one of the remaining crewmen popped out from where he was hiding behind the box and began firing his pistol madly, trying to spray them all down. Bullets whizzed by Tony's ears as he unloaded three rounds into the man's chest. Tony's eyes were wide as he saw the captain on the ground, a bullet lodged neatly into his forehead. Half a second later, a large explosion resonated throughout the entire ship, the floor vibrating with enough force to be comparable to the Richter Scale.
Tony turned around, his eyes wide with panic as he saw both Malachi and Liat groaning in pain, Malachi clutching his right side and Liat desperately wrapping a tourniquet over a gunshot wound in her shoulder.
"Come on! We have to get the fuck off this ship! Get to the life rafts!" Tony shouted, ignoring the extreme pain in his clavicle as he wrapped Liat's good arm around his shoulder to support her while Malachi limped along with them. They quickly made their way through the ship in search of the life rafts, all the while stumbling into the walls several times as the ship rocked, quickly sinking into the water. If they didn't get off the ship in 5 minutes maximum, they would drown, trapped in the cold and metal confines of the Damocles.
"You had to shoot the captain!" Tony growled as Malachi crashed into him, nearly causing him to fall down a set of metal stairs.
"I didn't shoot him! The ricochet from that crewman's weapon killed him!" Malachi shouted, groaning in agony as the pain in his side stepped up a few notches. Liat swore multiple times in Hebrew as she tripped and sent both her and Tony crashing to the ground. Tony grumbled as he hoisted Liat back up quickly and willed his body to go on, the bay to the life rafts in sight.
As they stumbled through the doors, they were surprised to see not life rafts, but a lone speedboat with a first aid kit resting against a wall. Together, they pushed the speedboat into the water, where it was pointed at a large hole the explosion had made, allowing them to go straight through it and back out into the ocean. They all stumbled onto the speedboat, Tony quickly taking the controls as he floored the gas, and they swiftly sped out into the free ocean, where behind them, a much larger explosion blew, and the ship quickly sunk into the water.
Once they had gotten a safe distance away from the ship, Tony stepped away from the controls to check on Malachi and Liat, who were both tending to their own wounds. The good part was that both of their gunshot wounds were a through-and-through, so no surgery was immediately required. Tony knelt down between the two, assisting them both as he helped wrap a large bandage over their wounds, stemming the blood flow as both Malachi and Liat popped antibiotics into their mouths, trying to prevent an infection.
"That...was...way...too...fucking...close." Malachi said between deep breaths. Liat chuckled slightly at the understatement but chose not to comment on it as another wave of pain rolled through her shoulder, and she groaned in agony. Malachi and Tony both looked at her in concern as Malachi scooted over to her.
"Ahuvi, are you alright?" Malachi asked, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she leaned closer into Malachi.
"What do you think?" Liat asked, sarcasm dripping with every word as she grimaced from the pain. Tony looked at the couple, dumbstruck of the new revelation that they were dating, but still feeling the need to ask.
"Hold on, you two are a couple?" Tony asked. Malachi and Liat both cocked their heads to the side, confused as to what that could mean. Oh right, they aren't 100% familiar with the English language, much like Ziva is. God, I need to get her out of my head. My love for her hasn't died down, but it's completely futile, she never has felt the same way. Never has, doesn't now, and never will. All I'm doing is torturing myself thinking about her, but I can't help it.
"Are you two dating? You know, in a relationship?" Tony asked. Both Malachi and Liat looked away from Tony sheepishly as they both made eye contact, a slight blush creeping to their cheeks. Tony couldn't help but feel the twinge of jealousy in his chest as he watched them. Because even though the three of them found themselves in the same ugly predicament, at least Malachi and Liat had each other, that they had something to live for. And what did Tony have to keep him going? Protecting Malachi and Liat, and not letting them be torn away from each other. Just because my life is over, doesn't mean I can stand by and let Malachi and Liat lose their lives, both physically and emotionally. They're both hurt, they won't be able to make it in Somalia. When we get into port, I'm going to force them to get medical attention from a hospital, and go on this goddamn mission myself. Hopefully, I'll be successful in eliminating Saleem. Who knows, if I get lucky, I might even get killed after I do so, and my emotional pain can finally stop, and I can drift away into nothingness.
"Well I'm happy for the two of you. Hold on to each other, and never let go. Love is not something meant to be taken for granted. Cherish it, and keep it alive in your hearts." Tony said sadly as he returned to the steering wheel, where a map with directions to Somalia had been stored. Tony stepped on the gas and drove towards a port in Somalia, where they could dock.
Malachi and Liat both felt guilt from Tony's words, realizing that he had never been able to live by that very same code. That he didn't get the opportunity to love and cherish Ziva, because she didn't reciprocate the feelings Tony had for her. That instead of love, it was only hate that Ziva felt for Tony. Or so they thought.
A lone tear trickled down Tony's cheek as he continued to drive on towards Somalia. I guess this is it. I'll never be able to return back to NCIS, never be able to return to those I consider family, despite the fact that I was pretty much banished from the very same family by Gibbs. And though I have a right to be angry with Gibbs and Ziva, I don't. If Ziva can't work with me, than so be it. I would never let her go back to Mossad and into the arms of the devilish and sly Eli David, who no doubt would have thrust her into this very same mission I'm on now. I understand why I was banished, and I would never in a million years want the roles between Ziva and I to be switched. Still, it does pain me that possibly within a few days, I could very well be dead. But alas, I have accepted my fate, and I embrace it. The emotional pain and scars Gibbs and Ziva etched into my heart is too much for me to handle. It would be so much easier to die lonely and depressed than live lonely and depressed. Man, I sound like a real fucking downer right now. And here I thought the only lonely and depressed person I would ever have to deal with is Gibbs.
NCIS
Several hours later, the speedboat pulled into one of the ports in Somalia, the docks bustling with activity as various women waited for their beau's to return, children laughing and giggling as they ran around, vendors located in various spots selling things from simple fruit to toys.
Tony turned around to see both Malachi and Liat groaning as they slowly got to their feet. Tony rushed over and pushed them back into their seats, causing them to both look at him in question.
"You two aren't going on this mission." Tony said, determined to not let them risk their lives. What they had together was worth too much to squander and risk over a suicide mission.
"Yes we are." Liat growled stubbornly as she tried to rise to her feet, but the pain in her shoulder sent her falling straight back into her seat.
"See? You can barely stand up! I'll finish this mission myself, while you two get to a hospital, get medical attention, and get back to Israel as fast as you can." Tony said. Malachi shook his head furiously, anger radiating off of him.
"No! That is suicide! We will come with you, and together we will finish the mission! We will not let you go off and get yourself killed simply because you're feeling depressed that Ziva doesn't love you!" Malachi shouted, trying to make a point but immediately regretting his words as he saw Tony's eyes darken, anger quickly filling them. Liat glared menacingly at Malachi as she punched Malachi in the chest. Hard. Tony took a few deep breaths to maintain his composure before turning back to glare at Malachi.
"You will not go on this mission!" Tony shouted, drawing glares from both Malachi and Liat.
"Or what? You cannot and will not stop us from going with you. We're in this together!" Malachi shouted, unwilling to let Tony get himself killed. I made a promise to keep Tony safe, to make sure he had a lifeline to cling onto, to make sure he had something to live for. I will not let him do this!
Tony exhaled as he closed his eyes. They need medical attention badly, and no matter what I say, their too stubborn to both make sure I don't get myself killed and too stubborn to submit to the failure of a mission. I have to do this.
Tony took out two Jericho's from his hips and pistol-whipped both Malachi and Liat, knocking them out cold. Tony grabbed the map from Malachi's pocket that gave the coordinates to the camp and got off the boat. Once he arrived at the dock, he immediately started shouting.
"Oh my God! There's two people on that speedboat that have been shot! They need medical attention!" Tony shouted, drawing the attention of a nearby EMT that just so happened to be within earshot. Within seconds the EMT's got on the speedboat and loaded Malachi and Liat onto gurney's, where they were both rolled into an ambulance and driven to a hospital.
Tony couldn't help but give a small smirk at his plan as he observed the map for a few moments. Once he pretty much understood the basic gist of the map, he went into the parking lot where he found a black Jeep parked. Tony busted the window open and crawled through the opening, careful to avoid any glass as he hot-wired the Jeep and sped out of the parking lot, driving off towards the camp, where he could hopefully kill Saleem.
NCIS
Malachi woke up in a hospital bed with his head throbbing from Tony's pistol whip and his side numb from all the painkillers in his system. Realization hit Malachi quickly as he looked around, noticing Liat fast asleep in a hospital bed next to him.
"Liat!" Malachi shouted, causing her to wake with a start. It took a few moments before Liat realized where she was and who was talking to her, and her eyes grew wide as she too looked around in search of Tony.
"Harah! He went on the mission by himself! He's going to get himself killed!" Liat shouted, already pulling out the IV from her arm, causing the alarm to go off and a doctor strolled in, wearing a slight smile on his face. The doctor quickly shut the door, closed the blinds, and turned off Liat's hospital alarm.
"Do not worry Officer's Malachi Ben-Gidon and Liat Tuvia, you are safe here." The doctor said reassuringly as he patted Liat's shoulder. Malachi and Liat's eyes grew wide with panic. How does the doctor know our true identities!?
The doctor sensed their panic, so he quickly explained himself. "I used to be a Mossad Officer, and I remember training with you two before. I work here as a doctor now, and do not worry, I have not revealed your true identities." The doctor said. Malachi and Liat felt the panic lift from their minds, only to be quickly replaced with the fact that Tony had gone on the suicide mission by himself.
"We have to leave immediately!" Malachi shouted, making a move to get up before being sent back to the bed as the pain radiating from his side suddenly made itself known.
"Neither of you are in condition to leave at the moment. The least I can do is five days." The doctor said, drawing glares from both Malachi and Liat.
"Our partner went on a suicide mission by himself! He's going to get himself killed! We have to find him and prevent him from going on the mission!" Liat growled. The doctor stood adamantly, having absolutely no intention to let them leave.
"What are you going to do, you can't even get up from your hospital bed right now! All you're going to do is get yourselves killed! I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to leave. That is final!" The doctor said before leaving the room. Liat growled in frustration as she tried to sit up, but it was true, she couldn't even sit up because the pain emitting from her shoulder was simply too taxing on her body.
"He's going to get himself killed!" Malachi shouted, anger and fear coursing through his veins. They both continued to struggle with the fight to sit up in the hospital bed, and after five minutes, they both passed out in exhaustion. They were not going to be able to stop Tony from going on the mission.
NCIS
Tony sat strapped to a wooden chair in a dusty room, sunlight pouring through the windows and making the room feel like he was in an oven. The door burst open and Saleem strolled in, looking at a photo with an evil smirk as he approached Tony and punched him across the jaw.
"It was a nice attempt on your part. Let yourself being captured so you could get close to me and kill me. Unfortunately, your little plan did not work. Such a shame, NCIS Agent." Saleem snickered. Tony's head shot up in alarm, shocked that Saleem knew he worked for NCIS. Tony looked at the photo in his hands, and Tony realized that he found the photo he carried with him everywhere, and was able to piece together that he worked for NCIS.
"It was quite lucky for us, since we are planning an attack at your headquarters in DC." Saleem said evilly. Panic rose in Tony's stomach as he realized that Saleem was going to make a terrorist attack at NCIS headquarters. Ziva, Gibbs, McGee, all of them would be in grave danger.
"NCIS is responsible for many of my men, and shall thus receive necessary punishment, as shall Mossad." Saleem said, then delivered another punch to Tony's face before grabbing his jaw, forcing Tony to look him in the eye.
"You will tell me everything you know about NCIS." Saleem growled. I won't tell him a fucking thing. I don't care if he tortures me to death, I'm not telling him a goddamn thing. I would be risking hundreds of lives at NCIS, including Ziva. Especially Ziva. I could never put her life in danger. Telling Saleem anything about NCIS would surely get her killed. No, Saleem isn't getting a goddamn thing out of me, my own life be damned.
"I'm not going to tell you a fucking thing! Terrorist piece of shit!" Tony shouted, earning multiple punches and kicks to his body. One of the guards walked in with a bloody bullwhip and handed it to Saleem before leaving the room, shutting the door. Saleem flicked the whip in the air, earning a deafening crack.
"You will tell me everything, even if you do not know it now." Saleem said evilly before bringing the bullwhip in the air to strike Tony. This is definitely going to fucking hurt... Tony screamed out in pain as the bullwhip made contact with his bare chest, followed by several more screams as Saleem went on a frenzy of whipping Tony, the impacts drawing blood and making Tony's skin raw.
"You will tell me!" Saleem shouted as he continued to whip Tony.
"I'm not telling you anythi-!" Tony screamed, but was cut off as the whip slammed into his neck. The whipping continued for 30 straight minutes until Tony passed out from the pain, his entire body covered in blood and battered. Saleem threw the whip to the ground and faced Tony one last time.
"You will tell me everything, no matter how long it takes. This is only the very beginning." Saleem promised before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.