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Double Agent Said What?! Chapter 2
Gibbs frowned as he started coming back to consciousness. His head was still foggy from whatever Tony had injected him with and his arm was starting to throb. Tony. His Tony. He had turned against everyone and everything. Gibbs didn't even know what to think about it. He had been betrayed before, but not like this. He had trusted Tony with everything, and he had completely and utterly betrayed him. The man that he had looked at like a son, was ready and willing to kill him. For Christ's sake, he had already shot him.
Finally opening his eyes, he saw Tony pacing around the room agitatedly. He tried to move, but found that his hands were bound above his head and chained to the ceiling. Trying to focus on what was going on around him, Gibbs finally noticed that Tony was talking. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but he knew that he was mad about something.
Then he saw something move out of the corner of his eye and noticed that a man was standing there. His posture was tense and agitated, he was saying something serious. But before Gibbs could figure out what it was, he blacked out again.
~NCIS~
"Gibbs, Gibbs come on wake up!" Someone said. Gibbs frowned at the voice, he wanted to sleep not wake up. Trying to ignore the voice, he growled when someone started hitting his cheek.
"Come on you stubborn bastard, wake up!" Tony said giving Gibbs a harsh head slap.
That finally worked and Gibbs snapped back to consciousness to be met with bright green eyes boring holes into his own. Instantly remembering everything, Gibbs launched himself at Tony. Well, tried to. The fact that his body was completely restrained kind of hindered him. "Get away from me." Gibbs snarled.
"Don't be such a closed minded fool." Tony growled back before stepping away.
Gibbs watched silently as Tony woke the others up and leaned casually against a table in the middle of the room. Then he noticed that his clothes were different. Actually, all of their clothes were different. Everyone was wearing loose fitting gray t-shirts with barely fitting gray pants with no shoes or socks. And his arm was bandaged. Now why would Tony bother to bandage his arm?
"What's going on?" Ziva asked as soon as she was conscious.
"That's a long story." Tony muttered rubbing a weary hand over his face. He looked like he had aged about ten years since they had last seen him. "Sorry about the clothes by the way, I just needed to make sure that there were no tracking devices."
Gibbs looked around and locked eyes with everyone before nodding and glaring at Tony with everyone following his lead. Tony looked Gibbs square in the eye before letting out a long, suffering sigh. "I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"Sorry. For. What?!" Gibbs ground out.
"I'm sorry I had to do that. I'm sorry I put you through all of this and I'm sorry that you had to find out that way." Tony said sadly, rubbing his hand through his hair.
"So what, one second you're ready to kill us and the next you're apologizing?!" Gibbs spat. Quite literally, spit in his face. Gibbs had always had accurate aim.
"Thanks Gibbs, really appreciate that." Tony said sarcastically as he wiped the spit off his face.
"You deserve a lot worse." Ziva spat, although she didn't actually spit at him like Gibbs did.
"I know. But whatever you think is going on, you don't know." Tony said laying down on top of the table.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I have a clear idea." Vance snarled.
Tony let out a humorless chuckle while he started fiddling with a bouncy ball he had pulled out of his pocket. "No, you really don't."
"I think it's obvious really." Abby snarled. "You're betraying your entire country for no good reason."
"I have a reason, and I'm not betraying it; I'm protecting it." Tony answered. At the disbelieving looks he got, Tony decided to give them an example. "I like to think of my life as a Picasso painting."
"If you're implying that you are a work of art, then you are dead wrong." Ziva growled.
"Not exactly Zee-vah. I mean that it's abstract and colorful, and just when you think you know what's happening you take a step back and it makes no sense. Then you take a few steps back to look at the whole thing and you realize that it looks like someone threw a bunch of paint balloons at it and then had a monkey draw over it with crayon. In short, it just makes no sense no matter how you look at it."
"How philosophical of you." Ducky snorted.
"Why thank you Ducky, I like to think so." Tony said rolling off the table. "Now I need you to understand that I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want any of you involved in this and I sure in hell didn't want to say the things I did in Autopsy."
"Well if you didn't, then why did you?" Abby demanded rattling her chains.
"Because I had no choice. Dante had the entire building bugged, and if I didn't make it convincing then he would know that something was wrong. And Dante is a very untrusting man. I just couldn't risk him suspecting something." Tony said shaking his head.
"And why would it be a bad thing if he suspected something?" Gibbs demanded.
"Because then he might get cold feet and disappear before we can take him down. And Lord knows I haven't wasted years of my life only to lose him now." Tony said straightening his back resolutely.
"And why do you want to take your beloved boss down?" Gibbs demanded again.
"Because he's not really my boss and he's a cold blooded murderer who belongs in the morgue after the things he's done. And I plan on being the one to put him there." Tony said seriously, staring straight into Gibbs' eyes.
"So what, you want to kill us in cold blood but your boss can't?" Ducky fumed. Tony turned to glare at him with cold, dead eyes.
"If I had wanted to kill you, you would have been dead or dying." Tony said coldly.
"What makes you so sure of that?" Ziva demanded.
"Well considering I'm the only person who isn't chained to the ceiling, I'd say I have the upper hand." Tony said with a small smirk.
"Just wait until I get unchained. I will show you what pain really is!" Ziva threatened, suddenly dropping from the chains.
"Knew I should have taken your bobby pins." Tony said shaking his head. "Oh well, let's get this over with." Tony said pulling a gun out from under his shirt and firing off seven shots. All shots hit their mark and sent the chains holding the team up falling to the floor along with them.
As soon as Abby was free, she lunged at Tony before Ziva could and smacked him across the face as hard as she could. "How could you do this to us?!" She screamed as she started beating him.
To Tony's credit, he just stood there and took all of it with a pained look on his face. Finally Tim stepped forward and dragged Abby away from Tony.
"No! Just let me kill him! We can dump the body here and no one will ever find him!" Abby screamed, still trying to fight her way back to Tony. Finally Ducky came over and placed a calming hand on her shoulder as she broke down crying.
"Allow me to finish the job!" Ziva spat lunging at Tony and tackling him to the floor. She pinned him to the ground and started to strangle him. But honestly, he didn't even try to fight her or stop her. He just stared at the ceiling with a dead look in his eyes that no one seemed to notice.
"Don't Ziva." Gibbs said stepping forward and pulling her away from him.
"Why won't you let me kill him?" Ziva demanded.
"I want to know why, before we kill him." Gibbs said darkly.
Tony just ignored what was going on around him and focused on breathing as he hoisted himself up and onto the table. "If you want to kill me, you should do it now." Tony said tossing the gun to Gibbs and rubbing at his bruised neck.
Gibbs instantly snatched it out of midair and pointed it directly at Tony's chest.
"Do it Gibbs. Give into your anger and hatred, shoot me. Just like you've done everyone else who's crossed you. You'll be doing me a favor." Tony said letting out a sigh before laying back down on the table, just staring at the ceiling again. He pulled the small bouncy ball out of his pocket again and started tossing it in the air.
"Tell me why." Gibbs demanded cocking the gun.
"I didn't have a choice Gibbs." Tony replied easily, still tossing the ball. Each throw getting higher than the last.
"You've always had a choice!" Gibbs yelled, stepping closer to him. "Now answer me!"
"I'm more than just an NCIS agent Gibbs. I'm even more than a psychopathic murderer who works for some crazy guy named Dante." Tony answered, this time the ball almost hit the ceiling.
"Then who are you?" Gibbs growled.
"My name is Antonio Dominic Di Russo and I am an agent and spy for the Central Intelligence Agency, otherwise known as the CIA." Tony listed off tonelessly. "I have been working undercover as a right hand man to 'Dante the Killer', who currently runs the largest crime ring in the entire world."
"Did I say you could blab everything Di Russo?" A voice demanded from a doorway that no one had noticed before.
"Don't really care what you say Don. I was going to tell them everything whether you like it or not." Tony said not even missing a beat. He continued staring at the ceiling and throwing the bouncy ball as if there was nothing wrong with the world. "Good to see you again Clay, it's been a while."
"Yes it has Tony, yes it has." Another man said entering the room.
Once the newcomers had stepped into the light, Vance sucked in a sharp breath and had to bite his cheek to keep from saying something stupid. "What are all of you doing here?" He asked instead.
"We were in the neighborhood, thought we'd stop by." Secretary of the Navy Clayton Jarvis said with a shrug.
"Secretary Jarvis, I wouldn't come any closer if I was you." Gibbs said growling and taking another step closer to Tony. "This man's a traitor." Gibbs spat.
"Oh put your weapon down." Jarvis' companion admonished. "Contrary to your belief, he won't harm us."
"Wouldn't take that bet." Tony chuckled.
"And who exactly are you?" Eli asked, finally breaking his long standing silence.
"Don Keeton, Tony's handler." The man answered easily.
"Handler." Tony snorted at the word. "You can't handle me. You can't even handle the truth!" Tony boomed before he started laughing and throwing is little ball again.
"Oh ha, ha Di Russo. You're hilarious." Keeton snarked before taking a seat at Tony's feet.
"Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on?!" Gibbs yelled, his voice booming over the empty room.
"I believe that would be my job." Another man said walking into the room.
"And just who the hell are you?!" Ziva demanded, ready to snap.
"Jonathon Thatcher, director of the CIA." The man announced proudly.
"Why are all of you involved with this traitor?!" Gibbs demanded, his anger boiling over.
"Calm yourself Agent Gibbs." Keeton said coolly. "Agent Di Russo, would you like to explain what's going on?"
"Not really, but I don't have much of a choice. Don't get much of a choice in anything anymore." Tony grumbled. "Allow me to start from the beginning. I wasn't lying when I said I killed my dad. But he was involved in so many different kinds of illegal activity that he had been on the CIA's radar and they found his body. After that they gave me a choice, join them or go to jail; so I joined them."
"Now it wasn't that cut and dry." Keeton argued. "We did it with much more finesse."
"Yeah, finesse. Sure. Anyway, I became the youngest CIA operative in the history of the agency. I was the star undercover operative, agent and spy, but I only worked the high security stuff so that my names were never on any of the files." Tony said his voice just barely catching at the end.
"That wasn't the only reason Tony." Keeton said quietly, his face taking on a sad look.
"No it wasn't, but it's the only reason that matters now." Tony said harshly, his fist tightening around the ball before he threw it as hard as he could against the wall. Tony threw the ball so hard it started bouncing all around the room and almost hit just about everyone in the room before Tony caught it. Quite easily I might add.
For a few moments, the only sound in the room was Tony's hard breathing. Finally he took a deeper breath and started talking again. "Something happened that changed my life forever and I was at a low point in my life. So low, that I agreed to take an undercover job. Said job was to work my way up to being the right hand man to an infamous crime ring leader. And that brings me to where we are today."
"So what are you then?" Jimmy finally spoke up, a confused look on his face.
"That makes me an agent and spy for the CIA and U.S. government, who went undercover in a crime ring, who had me go undercover with NCIS, who at one point had me go undercover as a movie teacher to get close to a gun dealer." Tony listed counting the things off on his fingers. "At one point that was being four different people, at the same time. Four! I swear, I'm a psychiatrist's dream come true! Good luck trying to work through all of my problems." Tony laughed, tossing the ball in the air again.
"Yes, well I'm sure we're all aware of the problems you have." Thatcher said with a small amount of disdain. To be quite honest, he hated Tony. He was obnoxious, vicious and to honest and just for his own good. He had tried to change Tony and get him to join him on the less legal side of things, but the man had refused and continued to help people instead of benefiting himself. And that pissed Thatcher off to no end.
"What was that Thatcher?!" Tony demanded as he rounded on him with a gun he had pulled out of nowhere and pointed straight at his forehead.
Tony just pointed a gun, right at the Director of the CIA's head. And he didn't even flinch.