Double Agent Said What?! Chapter 3

Tony just pointed a gun, right at the Director of the CIA's head. And he didn't even flinch.

"What do you think you're doing?" Thatcher demanded, taking a small step back.

"Get away from him!" Gibbs yelled pointing the gun at Tony.

Keeton quickly stepped up and tried to disarm Gibbs, only to have him start fighting back. Finally Keeton punched Gibbs in the throat and grabbed the gun away from him. "I wouldn't, if I were you Gibbs." He growled as Gibbs started gasping for breath.

"You think you could just try and have my team and I killed, and then get away with it?" Tony demanded, backing Thatcher into the wall and completely ignoring what was going on around him.

"DiNozzo, what do you think you're doing?" Thatcher asked, his voice shaking slightly.

"It's DI RUSSO! Not. DiNozzo!" Tony ground out as he pressed the gun under the Director's chin. "You think that killing me will bury all of your dirty secrets? You made the wrong move crossing me and the agency. You've turned us into a bunch of blind murderers and it stops now!" Tony growled cocking the gun. "I care about this agency, and I care about the people in it. And I especially care about my teams. But you don't! You just use us for your personal gain, and we're sick of it."

"You can't do this to me! I'm the Director of the CIA!"

"Well sorry to disappoint you Director," Tony sneered. "But the council and the President have decided that it's time to take you out of power, and I couldn't agree more. But as you can imagine, we can't just give you a pink slip and ask you to clear out your desk before the day is out. So the only way to insure you don't screw anyone over, is to kill you. They even offered me the pleasure of doing it." Tony said grabbing the director's hand and forcing his own finger to pull the trigger.

Everyone gasped and took a step back from the blood splatter that had just shot up the wall. Tony had just murdered another man in cold blood. Right in front of them.

"Don't act so surprised Don, Clay." Tony said letting the body drop along with the gun. "Ready for the cleanup crew." Tony called into the microphone that was on his wrist. "You were the one who suggested it."

"I know, but I thought it added to the effect if we all gasped." Jarvis said with a small shrug.

"Same here." Don said smiling mischievously.

"How could you just let him do that?!" Abby practically screamed.

"Johnathon Thatcher was a murderer who was making a mockery of the US government and destroying the CIA. He had a very strong and powerful reach, which is why no one could take him down." Jarvis started explaining. "He used the power for his own gain and tried to fill the agency with people who would only be loyal to him. He was a murderer, and we couldn't put him in jail because of all of the top secrets he has been privy to over the years."

"Which is another reason I was called in to work with the CIA. They needed someone to be on the inside and keep records of all of the real events, which I have." Tony said nodding.

Just then another door opened and four men walked in and straight over to the body of Thatcher. They moved quickly and efficiently, rolling up the body and taking down everything that had blood on it. Apparently they had been planning on this, because tarps were everywhere that blood splatter was.

"Here's your clothes sir." One of them said handing Tony a change of clothes.

Tony nodded his thanks and started removing all of his weapons. Two guns, seven knives, several bobby pins and a lock pick set later, Tony had dressed down and gave the man his old clothes. "You know what to do." Tony said as he redressed and grabbed a hanky to wipe the blood of his face and hands.

"Of course sir." The man nodded and then walked out of the room with the three others who were carrying the body.

"You're a murderer!" Ziva spat angrily.

"Oh don't give me a lesson on ethics, Miss 'I'm a Mossad assassin who can kill you with a paperclip!'." Tony said coldly as he started rearming himself. "You can't tell me that you haven't offed a few people here and there for the better of the world."

"I haven't!" Ziva spat hatefully.

"Oh, so you didn't actually shot your brother in the head in Gibbs' basement?" Tony asked feigning shock.

Ziva growled and looked like she was ready to launch herself at him, but Tony growled back and glared at her with a glare that was just as strong and effective as Gibbs'. "That man, was a monster. He willingly gave the command to have over a hundred sailors killed, just so he wouldn't face any sort of jail time. They would have died if I hadn't had saved them. He also wanted me to kill you, just to make it more realistic to Dante. He gave me direct orders to torture each one of you, before killing you. You want me to change my mind and follow his order?"

"No, I think we're fine with you ignoring that one." Eli said sarcastically.

"That's what I thought." Tony snorted. "Look Ziva, everyone's done things they're not completely proud of, but it still happens. Am I happy that I had to trick all of you and lie about who I was, of course not! But it happened, and it was still some of the best years of my life." Tony ended quietly.

Don's face took on a small frown and he placed a reassuring hand on Tony's shoulder.

"You have no idea what it was like." Tony whispered staring at his hands. "To walk into work every day and have a group of people willing to stand behind me and who trust me with their lives. To have a family. I haven't had that since before I took the job with Dante."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Abby demanded.

Tony felt his heart twist painfully, but was saved from answering when the door opened and three more people walked in.

"Leroy, what's going on?" A familiar voice asked.

"Dad?!"