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Chapter 5
"Where are you holding him?" asked Gibbs.
They were in an interrogation room. Across the table from him was a heavily annoyed Nicholas Temple.
"Who. Who am I holding."
"You know who you are holding," said Gibbs. "Senior Field Agent Anthony DiNozzo."
"Oh," Nicholas said, looking suddenly enlightened. "Your secret lover?"
"No." said Gibbs through his teeth.
"Cause I'm going to tell you right now, it was the kinky sex that set him off. That guy really doesn't like handcuffs. At all."
"Tell me where to find him."
"He loves me now, Mate. You ain't ever gonna get him back."
Gibbs inhaled slowly through his nose and left the room.
Ziva looked at him resolutely. "Our time's nearly up. If we can't break him soon, we're going to have to let him go."
Gibbs looked away. "I know. But I can't just give up. We're so close."
Ziva nodded. You're right, but I think we should let him go now. It won't do us any favours if we go overtime."
"Alright."
"We know where he is. We know what he's done. But if we can't get a confession, we'll need evidence."
Gibbs nodded slowly. "True."
"So tell me. What are you going to do? Just sneak down here for little heart-to-hearts every now and again?"
"This is an I'll-scratch-your-back, you'll-scratch-mine equation, Tony. You have nothing to offer me, so I won't offer you anything. Keeping you alive is in my best interests, however, and it would be stupid, therefore, to let you die. But you don't have to be kept alive in any real comfort."
Tony shook his head slowly. "Love is in the air. I knew you'd warm up to me."
But he was talking to empty air.
"Where is he?" asked Gibbs, looking at his watch. Temple was half an hour late. He had been coming in for another interrogation at 0900 hours. It was now 0931 hours, and Gibbs was getting pissed.
Ziva stood up. "I'll go and find him."
Gibbs shook his head. "Hit him where it hurts, as long as it looks like an accident."
The dark-haired man spoke from the other side of the room. "Hello again, Tony."
Tony shook his head.
"I liked how you screamed last time. It was almost worth my son's life. But not really."
"It'll be Tasers today, mate."
Gibbs' face drained of all colour. "He what?"
The voice on the other end of the line was crackly. "He's dead."
"Where did you find the body?" Gibbs asked and listened, then hung up. He turned to McGee. "Temple's dead."
McGee blanched. "Ziva went to find him when he didn't come in again like he was supposed to. He's been stabbed. A lot. They found himin the living room, and painted on the wall in what we assume is his blood, are the words
WRONG GUY
Ziva's just overseeing forensics."
McGee shook his head. "This is much more complicated than we thought."
Gibbs nodded. "Yes, it is. And I'm not sure how long Tony can last."
Ziva knocked on the door of Charles Harding's flat. He opened it and recognised her. "Do come in," he said, opening the door wider.
When they were both seated, Ziva opened her file. "The thing is, Mr Harding, you and a certain Mr Nicholas Temple had an abnormal amount of things in common. You both called your sons, who both died 3 years ago, Mikey after Michael Jordan, because he was an excellent basket baller, for example."
Charles sat back in his seat. "Nicholas Temple?" he asked slowly.
"Yes. Do you know of him?"
"Know of him? My wife was cheating on me with him for years. He even had the gall to say that Mikey was his own son. Surely that's in your files? We were both addressed as father of the deceased- and by that point, I was perfectly happy to hand most of it over to him."
Ziva felt herself go pale. "No," she said. "I didn't find that written down anywhere."