Shorter Chapter I know, long absence as well but this has been going around in my head for a year now and i just recently got a new pc so i decided to update while i had the time and motivation. I hope i can write more now and that my motivation doesn't leave me as fast as it came last time. Also i got no beta just basically wrote that up in the last two hours so you can keep any mistakes you may find or ask to be my beta. I hope it turned out better than the last chap, which to be honest i found crappy as i read it last time. May have to sit down to revise it when i have brought out the next few chaps. Also yeah i wrote that on a binge os a comment or two would be cool and i hoped i could make the first fight scene i ever wrote somewhat exciting for you guys. So well hope to see ya around and maybe leave a msg or review ...
PS: We are still in the flashback ^^
Chapter 2:
Tony took in the dark, but still homey, familiar apartment of his partners apartment. The many meetings over the last few months – or were it years - here all but forgotten in favor of the trained eye of an investigator.
'Ziva usually keeps things she doesn't want anyone to see behind the loose piece of her bedroom cabinet – not a safe – that would be too hard to conceal, especially when someone with an metal detector got in here. Not an unusual practice in Mossad – or the people acting against them.' he remembered - the not at all willingly or for that matter even knowingly shared information – on that when she had shown him some of the only personal things she was keeping in there. It was by no means much, even Gibbs had more standing around in his spartan styled home, only family photo album and a few ballet music pieces her mother once played for her.
'Well that might have been a bad comparison. In Gibbs house basically everything had an emotional binding whether it was touched in the last decades or not. The man simply lived like that. Day in, day out trying to cope with the emotional traumas that have been accumulating over the years. Some days a simple reminder of what he didn't want to forget, on some the painful one, that even he made mistakes and that the world has been cruel to him.' he further mused.
Meanwhile not even bothering to switch the light on – his honed senses hadn't been diminishing in the years since his training finished – he turned around to close the door and enter the hallway to his now right.
But just as he stepped into that piece of his partners privacy, which he felt he was violating because of her not being here and the fact that McGee had tracked the laptop here, the aforementioned senses warned him about the heavy smell of a mans cologne that wasn't his, before he felt a sharp pain in the back of his knees while simultaneously getting his weapon pulled out from his holster, before he made an impact on the hard wooden floor. The next hit was an elbow to the back which made his upper body also acquainted with the wood his knees were already quite familiar with.
Luckily his face had turned already – to try and catch a look at his mysterious assailant – so he hadn't broken his nose, which to be fair he probably would have hardly felt anymore from the numerous time his smelling organ was already fractured.
"Did you know the chances of an enemy defending himself successfully if laying on his stomach decrease by 80 percent ?" A vaguely familiar middle eastern accent made himself sound in his ear, but sadly not from his favorite person that came from there. No in fact that masculine voice had nothing in common with the of his partner, despite the accent. But it did tell him one more thing he could prove with his peripheral vision. Michael Rivkin was indeed in Zivas apartment together with that laptop of his and he seemed to not like being disturbed by federal agents at 11 pm if the gun at the back of his head was any indication, together with knee currently holding him down.
"Of course you didn't" Michael answered his apparent rhetorical question, "Your training is almost laughable, someone like you could be defeated in less than twelve seconds by a recruit in my countries army. I mean how does a mediocre police career qualify someone to try and catch people who do crimes against the very soldiers that have trained years to be able to be able to defend their country ? You do not understand what that means, you do not understand killing because you were ordered to, never understood how fragile life is in the hands of someone trained to end yours, you do not understand the bigger picture nor are you apart of it. It really is a shame that Ziva likes you as much as she does. You could have lived a few years longer before someone who was actually qualified for his Job would take you down. Like Ari did for Kate. Well Ziva may be a bit saddened by your pretimely demise ,but she'll find someone else to cope with it. A proper man able to please her as he has already proved to her. Maybe even the man who killed her partner accidentally, because he was assaulted unreasonably by him. But rest assured. Your death will be a part of the bigger picture unless your measly existence. Maybe I will even join NCIS in the anti-terror department, will take your place in that family of yours so eventually you will be forgotten and replaced just like the useless piece of dirt you are ... Any last words ?", he concluded his monologue relishing in the silence his seemingly easy victim exuded, mistaking it as the acceptance of the futility of even trying to escape. "Well then I might as we ..." He was interrupted by the seemingly not even fazed Tony, his voice calm, strong and simply overbearing to Rivkins own.
"You are mistaken Rivkin. It is funny, almost laughable to see you talking like that, similiar like a child holding a stick making 'boom boom' noises killing imaginary foes and about as dangerous to me … " Tony didn't know why or even what, but something within him was struck by each of the words Rivkin spoke, but he knew what was struck and it should have frightened him. It really should. He had hidden it for now five years – half a decade – trying to live his life normally, or as normal as a person in law enforcement could; but he couldn't, wouldn't and shouldn't deny it any further. Not when a person as disgusting and terrible as Rivkin was threatening his life, his family and his love – however unrequited it might be. "You know, you actually would be right, if you were correctly informed. Sadly you are not, or your - ah how did you call it - ah yes measly existence; would probably have been allowed to continue further ... But say do you remember Shayetet 13 operative codenamed Omega ? The officer who qualified for training in the first week, for specialized training in the second and passed all tests after six months and has since then held the record for the most successfully accomplished missions as well and that all at the ripe age of 18? Of course you do just alone the name lets you shudder or at least yor knee. I guess I am somewhat of a legend in the circles of Mossad aren't I? Although i have to admit one thing to you … I lied …"
With that said Tony jerked his head to the side and knocked Rivkins weapon-hand away from his head, straightened his arms and pushed Rivkin off him. Captalising on his enemy roughly landing on his back he followed up with a kick to the hand holding the weapon kicking it across the room under the couch as well as breaking a few fingers. Stepping on Rivkins desperate sweep kick and stomped on the knee, the cracking sound echoing in the small apartment, he further immobilised him. Then letting himself fall and landing with his knees on Rivkins chest feeling a few satisfying rib crack under the pressure and probably enter his lungs, as that would explain the blood Rivkin was currently spitting out.
The desperate haymaker from Rivkins usable left hand was caught easily between his side and arm and a little jerk prompted the dislocation of said appendage from his enemies shoulder joint. He then leaned down to the barely breathing Rivkin and whispered " … I was 16 at that time. Now for the cover up, I mean I could kill you right here, right now with little effort but you would barely feel anything and for threatening my family and my life you deserve nothing less but all the pain I can manage to inflict, before you beg me for death." With that he picked him up, and situated him on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes only to throw him through the glass table that stood conveniently in the middle of Zivas apartment, where he left him lying; Only to leisurely stroll to the door, turning the light on and then retrieving his weapon, before pulling Rivkin up again. Taking care of him leaving bloody footsteps across the room so that it would seem that he tried an attack after he was thrown in the table.
"Now maybe not begging like I wanted but I'm afraid you've run out of time, so say 'Goodbye' ", he said already taking a few steps back and firing before the barely conscious Rivkin could properly fall or even register he was standing on his own again,the bullets intercepting his descent and making him fall backwards instead. "Just joking … Shut up, you talked way too much." he told his dead victim. Only to point his gun at the door, as it slammed open revealing Ziva with her weapon drawn...
