Tim watched from Observation as Tony prepared to break the first man. "So let's start with names!" He said with mock cheerfulness. "I'm Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. My friends call me Tony. You can call me Very Special Agent DiNozzo."
Silence. Tony encouraged him, "Now it's your turn. Speak."
The kidnapper stared deadpan, clearly unimpressed, and yawned. "Look." Tony said, patience waning, "You're going to Gitmo regardless, but if you cooperate, I might get you into the nicer cells that have TiVo."
He sighed, "I am Judas Cohen. My friends call me Judas. You can call me Mr. Cohen."
Tony paused, then laughed dryly. "Ha. Funny guy…" He turned and tapped on the glass behind him "You heating this, Probie? We've got a funny guy here." The Italian turned back to the man in custody. "Except, Judas, you don't set the rules here. I do. So drop the attitude and cooperate. We have an excellent forensic analysis here, and I could always get her to make it look like you planted a bomb in the White House. That'll get you life in Isolation at Camp Delta. Oh, I forgot. You'll never see Guantanamo Bay! Our friends at Mossad are gonna come and take you back to Tel Aviv, and there's no telling what they'll do there! So you can either tell me your story now or you can tell it later in Israel. But, y'know, your choice."
From the other side of the glass, McGee could tell that his partner was pleased with himself. "Don't get too cocky, DiNozzo." He said under his breath, even though he knew that Judas was already about to hang himself.
"I work for Mossad. They will not hurt one of their own-" Tony scoffed. "I was simply following orders."
"No, no, no. Let's try this again: who do you work for?" Tony probed.
"Ian Bodnar."
"Great! Now we can ship you all off for aiding in the death of the director of Mossad, Eli David", he ticked off his fingers, "our director's wife, Jackie Vance, and Iranian Intelligence officer Arash Kazmi. Talk about two birds one stone- oh I forgot, you Israelis aren't so great with the idioms. Long story short, I don't need any other confessions. Thanks, Judas! You're as helpful to us as you were to the Romans! Well, now you're gonna go back to Israel for probable torture, almost inevitably followed by your painful death for treason, terrorism, espionage, and accessory in the murder of two government officials." Tony then proceeded to lay out the pictures of the deceased. He sighed and propped a hand under his chin. "Now, tell me…why. Tell me why you wanted them dead, why your boss wanted them dead, why it had to end this way. These two, Eli and Arash, were trying to create peace between Israel and Iran. Jackie didn't have anything to do with this." He paused and undetectably swallowed back tears. "Eli was here to visit his daughter, the only family he had left-who's also my partner- by ending his career by beginning an age of peace between two long- time enemies. Arash died right after he got off the phone with his family back home. Jackie has two children back home who just want her back. Her house is all shot up and she wasn't even involved. Why did you have to hurt so many people, only to benefit you?" He finished and waited for a response, a reaction. Judas leaned forward and spit on the pictures, then leaned back in his seat and smirked spitefully. It took all of Tony's willpower to not knock out that guy's lights right then and there. Instead he stood, smoothed his suit, gathered the photos, and walked to the exit. He turned in the doorway and addressed the perpetrator.
"I pity your lack of remorse for your actions. Burn in hell, you insolent bastard." With that, he left. McGee met him in the hall. "Call in the Israeli's, Tim.
"Where're you going?" he shouted after his partner.
"Out of here." Tony said with finality.
Once he was off the Navy Yard, Tony dialed the number. "Gibbs, we got them. Liat and Malachi should be leaving Israel by now. I don't think the goons we have know where their boss is, though."
"Nice work, DiNozzo,"
Tony sighed, "I don't know, boss. When I showed the guy the pictures, he didn't show any regret. He was proud of the carnage. It pissed me off."
"I know. I'll take it from here. You take over at the hospital."
"How's Ziva doing with all that legal stuff?"
"Come and see for yourself."