All We Are
Chapter 1:
Aware of the pain coursing it’s way through his limbs the moment Tony had opened up his eyes to an even darker world, darker then his dreams could ever be and his dreams of late were pretty dark. Lying flat on his back upon something hard, like concrete and his left arm was thrown across his stomach, almost as if to protect it from harm. There isn’t a word that could be found that could help describe the amounts of pain he is in right now and he isn’t about to lose face in front of his unknown captor or captors. No recollection of how, where, why and when he had arrived in this dark hell.
Doesn’t even remember falling asleep or what he was doing before hand, he is simply lost and confused in his own mind. His head was pounding and pounding to the point of him crying out in pain, but he does not.
A sticky substance was falling into his left eyelid, causing it to feel heavy and unmoveable. Tony doesn’t need to be called a genius, especially when he is well aware of what that substance could be and he hopes that it isn’t going to be the death of him.
-NCIS-
It has been a couple of hours since everyone had gotten into work, all but, one of them has arrived on time. Wasn’t something unusual or unheard of. Tony has a reputation for lateness, well ten minutes late to be exact just not two hours late. He would have called otherwise to tell anyone what they need to hear to calm down their nerves.
“Still no sign of Tony yet, Tim?” Ziva was beginning to get rather worried for her wayward partner and she can’t help but to feel scared for Tony.
“Nope, he isn’t answering his home phone or cell,” Tim McGee says in away to help reassure Ziva’s troubled mind. “I’ve tried tracing his cell, but with no luck. Everything I have tried to locate Tony has gone straight to a brick wall, it is almost as if he has vanished.”
“I hope he has a good reason for his lateness,” Ziva’s feelings for her partner are yet to be decoded into something that will help Ziva to understand them better.
“Then why don’t the two of you go to DiNozzo’s apartment?” Gibbs comes back strolling into the bullpen, with a new cup of coffee in his hand.
Ziva could tell that Gibbs is trying to keep out the concern for his senior field agent of nine years hidden from both his face and voice, and he isn’t the only one. They are all just too stubborn to show everyone that they are worried for Tony.
“Come on McGee,” Ziva goes over to collect her weapon and other supplies she may need.
McGee follows with a sigh as he follows Ziva into the elevator, which will take them down to the garage and then take themselves to Tony’s place. Uncertain of what they will find at his place is almost suffocating them both with fear.
“I’m sure Tony will be okay, Ziva,” Tim could see the worry written across Ziva’s face, which is unusual seeing as the former Mossad Officer is very good at hiding her true feelings.
“I hope he is or will have to resort back to my old ways until I get a decent answer,” Ziva was trying to pull herself back together, before she gives too much of herself away for McGee to read.
-NCIS-
“Good morning, Agent DiNozzo, or should I say good afternoon?” Suddenly the dark room was lit up in a great light and Tony is so sure if he wants to learn about his captor or what they look like anymore. “I’ve told Stephen and Marcus to lay off the punches, but they had said that they were only trying to have some fun.”
DiNozzo didn’t even turn his head so he could get a proper look at his captor, which is clearly a man. Feeling a sharp blow stinging his cheek, causing fresh blood to trickle down from a new cut upon his already bruised face.
“You will look at me when you are being spoken to, boy,” another sharp blow, instead it was his captor’s steel capped boot connecting with DiNozzo’s already tender ribs. “I guess you are wondering why you are here?”
When the captor didn’t get another answer from DiNozzo, he sent another sharp blow to Tony’s rips. Causing Tony’s to bite his tongue when he felt one of his ribs snapping in two, where is Gibbs or Ziva? Not sure how long he can take much more of this.
“No matter this merely to amuse Special Agent Gibbs, he took my son away and now I am repaying that debt by taking away his son,” that was when Tony forced himself to look into the eyes of his captor, willing himself to keep his eyes from drooping and to send him back into a comfortable darkness.
“I am not Gibbs’ son,” Tony’s voice croaked from under all the distress his body has been receiving taking a toll on his voice. “Why don’t you just kill me and then let the real fun begin? Then you’ll get Gibbs’ full attention and he will not stop until you are dead and rotting away on an autopsy table.”
“I want to prolong his agony of having to watch you die and to see his veins popping out in anger of having to watch you die before his very eyes, now that is fun,” the man runs a hand through his lanky hair, his grey eyes were piercing through Tony’s sea-green eyes and that is when Tony fears for not only for his team, but for himself, which is very rare for him.
Only one deep regret that Tony is beginning to feel is that he never got the chance to reveal his true feelings to the one woman who means more to him than any other woman has, not even Jeanne made him feel more alive and fearful at the same time as Ziva does. Vowing that if he ever gets out of this mess, maybe he can reveal those feelings of his for Ziva to hear, to see and to feel for real.
-NCIS-
Something was wrong, which is far from a lie. Ziva has felt that there is something completely wrong, the moment McGee and herself had entered Tony’s apartment building. Sending tingling goose bumps through her entire body, her hair felt like that they were standing up in fear of what she is about to see.
Hoping that there is no dead body to be found, especially that of a loved ones lying in the middle of an apartment for all to see. Ziva isn’t normally the type to tremble in fear that was all before Somalia had come to turn her life upside down. But, this is the life of partner she is discussing about inside her mind. The partner, whom Ziva has never had the chance of revealing her true feelings to and hopefully one day she’ll get that chance of doing so.
Taking in a deep breath as they finally reach Tony’s door, which has been opened by a fraction. Causing Tim and Ziva to glance very briefly at each other before the whipping out their firearms, preparing themselves for the worst to come.
-NCIS-
A/N: Please let me know what you think afetr you had reading it and if you want to check out the full story then go to:
www.fanfiction.net/- tivaroo
there you will find the whole story and it is currently up to chapter 7, that is you liked it or not.
Chapter 1:
Aware of the pain coursing it’s way through his limbs the moment Tony had opened up his eyes to an even darker world, darker then his dreams could ever be and his dreams of late were pretty dark. Lying flat on his back upon something hard, like concrete and his left arm was thrown across his stomach, almost as if to protect it from harm. There isn’t a word that could be found that could help describe the amounts of pain he is in right now and he isn’t about to lose face in front of his unknown captor or captors. No recollection of how, where, why and when he had arrived in this dark hell.
Doesn’t even remember falling asleep or what he was doing before hand, he is simply lost and confused in his own mind. His head was pounding and pounding to the point of him crying out in pain, but he does not.
A sticky substance was falling into his left eyelid, causing it to feel heavy and unmoveable. Tony doesn’t need to be called a genius, especially when he is well aware of what that substance could be and he hopes that it isn’t going to be the death of him.
-NCIS-
It has been a couple of hours since everyone had gotten into work, all but, one of them has arrived on time. Wasn’t something unusual or unheard of. Tony has a reputation for lateness, well ten minutes late to be exact just not two hours late. He would have called otherwise to tell anyone what they need to hear to calm down their nerves.
“Still no sign of Tony yet, Tim?” Ziva was beginning to get rather worried for her wayward partner and she can’t help but to feel scared for Tony.
“Nope, he isn’t answering his home phone or cell,” Tim McGee says in away to help reassure Ziva’s troubled mind. “I’ve tried tracing his cell, but with no luck. Everything I have tried to locate Tony has gone straight to a brick wall, it is almost as if he has vanished.”
“I hope he has a good reason for his lateness,” Ziva’s feelings for her partner are yet to be decoded into something that will help Ziva to understand them better.
“Then why don’t the two of you go to DiNozzo’s apartment?” Gibbs comes back strolling into the bullpen, with a new cup of coffee in his hand.
Ziva could tell that Gibbs is trying to keep out the concern for his senior field agent of nine years hidden from both his face and voice, and he isn’t the only one. They are all just too stubborn to show everyone that they are worried for Tony.
“Come on McGee,” Ziva goes over to collect her weapon and other supplies she may need.
McGee follows with a sigh as he follows Ziva into the elevator, which will take them down to the garage and then take themselves to Tony’s place. Uncertain of what they will find at his place is almost suffocating them both with fear.
“I’m sure Tony will be okay, Ziva,” Tim could see the worry written across Ziva’s face, which is unusual seeing as the former Mossad Officer is very good at hiding her true feelings.
“I hope he is or will have to resort back to my old ways until I get a decent answer,” Ziva was trying to pull herself back together, before she gives too much of herself away for McGee to read.
-NCIS-
“Good morning, Agent DiNozzo, or should I say good afternoon?” Suddenly the dark room was lit up in a great light and Tony is so sure if he wants to learn about his captor or what they look like anymore. “I’ve told Stephen and Marcus to lay off the punches, but they had said that they were only trying to have some fun.”
DiNozzo didn’t even turn his head so he could get a proper look at his captor, which is clearly a man. Feeling a sharp blow stinging his cheek, causing fresh blood to trickle down from a new cut upon his already bruised face.
“You will look at me when you are being spoken to, boy,” another sharp blow, instead it was his captor’s steel capped boot connecting with DiNozzo’s already tender ribs. “I guess you are wondering why you are here?”
When the captor didn’t get another answer from DiNozzo, he sent another sharp blow to Tony’s rips. Causing Tony’s to bite his tongue when he felt one of his ribs snapping in two, where is Gibbs or Ziva? Not sure how long he can take much more of this.
“No matter this merely to amuse Special Agent Gibbs, he took my son away and now I am repaying that debt by taking away his son,” that was when Tony forced himself to look into the eyes of his captor, willing himself to keep his eyes from drooping and to send him back into a comfortable darkness.
“I am not Gibbs’ son,” Tony’s voice croaked from under all the distress his body has been receiving taking a toll on his voice. “Why don’t you just kill me and then let the real fun begin? Then you’ll get Gibbs’ full attention and he will not stop until you are dead and rotting away on an autopsy table.”
“I want to prolong his agony of having to watch you die and to see his veins popping out in anger of having to watch you die before his very eyes, now that is fun,” the man runs a hand through his lanky hair, his grey eyes were piercing through Tony’s sea-green eyes and that is when Tony fears for not only for his team, but for himself, which is very rare for him.
Only one deep regret that Tony is beginning to feel is that he never got the chance to reveal his true feelings to the one woman who means more to him than any other woman has, not even Jeanne made him feel more alive and fearful at the same time as Ziva does. Vowing that if he ever gets out of this mess, maybe he can reveal those feelings of his for Ziva to hear, to see and to feel for real.
-NCIS-
Something was wrong, which is far from a lie. Ziva has felt that there is something completely wrong, the moment McGee and herself had entered Tony’s apartment building. Sending tingling goose bumps through her entire body, her hair felt like that they were standing up in fear of what she is about to see.
Hoping that there is no dead body to be found, especially that of a loved ones lying in the middle of an apartment for all to see. Ziva isn’t normally the type to tremble in fear that was all before Somalia had come to turn her life upside down. But, this is the life of partner she is discussing about inside her mind. The partner, whom Ziva has never had the chance of revealing her true feelings to and hopefully one day she’ll get that chance of doing so.
Taking in a deep breath as they finally reach Tony’s door, which has been opened by a fraction. Causing Tim and Ziva to glance very briefly at each other before the whipping out their firearms, preparing themselves for the worst to come.
-NCIS-
A/N: Please let me know what you think afetr you had reading it and if you want to check out the full story then go to:
www.fanfiction.net/- tivaroo
there you will find the whole story and it is currently up to chapter 7, that is you liked it or not.