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Chapter Twelve: The Snake’s Tower
Ziva drove through the streets faster than she was legally allowed, but this didn’t worry her in the slightest since she had to get to Tim’s apartment straight away. If what Tim had said was true, then Tony could be in real danger. Pulling up with a hand-brake turn, Ziva jumped out of the car and ran the stairs to Tim’s apartment, which stood open with him waiting for her. “What happened?” she asked. “Tony was kidnapped from here,” Tim answered. “And you didn’t try to stop it?” Ziva asked. “We were gassed with chloroform. Just take this but don’t go telling people about it.” Tim answered. Ziva took the envelope and saw some of the pictures Tim had left as an example, keeping the more detailed ones aside. “You didn’t?” Ziva asked. “Just read the letter,” Tim answered as if nothing was mentioned. Ziva opened the letter and read. Be by your phone at 10am for instructions on rescuing your lover. No tricks, no traces, or else no Tony. “To the point. How long?” Ziva asked. “Five minutes. I haven’t set up a trace.” Tim explained. “We need Gibbs.” Ziva added. “No, you and I can do this alone. Even if it means my job, we do this alone. Just say I bullied you into it.” Tim explained. “If you insist,” Ziva continued. She took a seat and waited. As the last few minutes passed, Ziva asked a few questions about how things between him and Tony had been evolving since this all seemed to have started. Tim answered the best he could, what their continuous compromises were and what they planned for the future. At the stroke of 10 o’clock, the phone rang and Tim put it on speaker. “Hello Tim. We have Tony here for you. We want you to come to the 45th floor of the Virginia Towers at nine tonight, and we will have Tony returned to you in exchange for yourself.” “Who is this?” Tim asked the speaker, clearly a female. “Who do you think this is?” she asked. “Josie Hebi,” Ziva snapped down the phone. “Certainly not expected but definitely delightful, Ziva David. How I hoped you’d get involved. We have so much to catch up on.” “How do I know you?” Ziva demanded. “You didn’t know me directly, but I’m sure Ari told you of me at one point or another. If not, I guess that was his choice.” “Ari wasn’t involved in this!” Ziva snapped. “Sorry dear, but he was, he helped set up a lot of this ring some years ago. Any questions?” The woman asked, a tone of humour in her voice. “How do we get into the building? Virginia Towers is locked at that time.” Tim spoke, cutting Ziva off. “We will let you in. Take the elevator to the 45th floor.” The line disconnected and a dial tone rang in its place. “We need to get Gibbs involved in this,” Ziva explained. “I dunno...” Tim began. “We have no choice. We need all the backup we can get.” Ziva took out her phone and pressed the quick-dial for Gibbs. Later, NCIS Briefing Room “You two did what?” Jenny demanded after she and Gibbs had heard Tim explain everything. “Please don’t make me repeat it,” Tim begged. “Disgraceful McGee! I spent my time standing up for you against the FBI, and this is how you thank me?” Jenny turned and looked out the window, too disgusted to think about it. “Nevertheless, we need to make a plan to get Tony back,” Gibbs replied. “Tony and Tim have been able to find a compromise as to how they work together, and one of my best agents is being held hostage.” “I know. Well, Josie Hebi has certainly made herself known. She didn’t threaten his death if we all get involved, but I think it is safe to assume that it will happen. Tim and Ziva are to go into the building and follow instructions, Gibbs and I will make back-up plans to make sure she doesn’t escape. Do you have the recording of the phone conversation?” Jenny looked over her shoulder but didn’t turn. Tim took out a small tape player and played the conversation. “I’d say go in with guns and melee weapons, considering our follow-up investigation has identified her. FBI voice records match. Her proper name is Melissa Mallarici, once one of the most powerful drug lords in Australia. ASIO reports suggest she is well versed in sword-fighting and knife throwing. The only photo on file is that of her wearing a mask. Whether she is arrested or killed, I don’t care, I want her stopped. Is that understood?” Jenny turned and looked at Ziva and Tim. “Yes Ma’am,” they answered together. “Good. Go and get ready. Jethro, call in all agents, this is priority. I am going to talk to the FBI and get further back up.” “What’s your plan?” Gibbs asked, as Ziva and Tim walked out. “We are going to box her in. That building has a helipad, underground car park and a lot of other exits. We are going to cover each one and insure there is no possible escape for her.” “Well, here are congratulations to her,” Gibbs said. Jenny looked at him darkly. “What for?” “We both want her more than Ari or the Frog,” Gibbs answered, sitting back. Sundown, the Penthouse Tony was sitting on a couch in the lounge, Josie sitting across from him. There were four guards, all armed with swords and machine guns. Trying anything was sure to be a suicide move. “Well Tony,” Josie said with a note of amusement, “this is where it all comes to. I have something Tim wants and he has something I want.” Josie threw her hair over her shoulder in a somewhat flattering movement. “Well, I know what it is you have, but what does he have?” Tony asked. “He has his head.” Josie muttered, drawing a sword and looking at the blade. Tony looked at it as well, seeing it glint as the light reflected off the steel. “I think he still needs it,” Tony replied, trying to be humorous but still afraid of what might happen if he over-stepped the boundary. “I gathered that, but I want it too. Let me show you something. Tatsu,” she called to one of the guards. She stood up and started walking towards a door, and the guard grabbed Tony by the shoulder and shoved him in the same direction. Josie opened the door and inside was the most unbelievable display Tony had ever seen. In glass boxes with names clearly printed under each one was a decapitated head. “That’s...” Tony began, still searching for words. “Impressive?” Josie offered. “I was going to say disturbing and psychotic.” Tony answered. “Let me introduce you to a few. This here is Graeme Peirs, a really clever member of ASIO. He managed to get into the heart of my Australian drug ring and nearly pulled it apart. Fortunately for me, I got information on him and he was decapitated. He would rather die than tell me anything. Soon after I had to leave a few people in charge of the ring and move on. The ring fell apart early last year, in case you were wondering.” “Thanks,” Tony answered. “This here is Martin Wake. Very talented and cunning in the drug world, even by my standards. He ran an opposing drug ring within the Navy. But after a fight, the winner taking all rings, he suffered very little before I collected his head for my collection. The most recent head is Desmond Howard. I can’t tell you what a loss his life was. He was the original White Tiger working in Texas and the southern US border. But he started dealing my drugs to his own clients and not telling me where drugs were going. When I worked it out, snicker-snack and the heads did roll.” “Let me guess, me and Tim are going to join these wonderful men for you to look at and gloat?” Tony inquired. “Oh no, you are either going to live or die, depending on your physical skill. Tim is going to join this room, and as for Ziva, she will join you in the maze,” Josie explained. “Maze?” Tony asked. “Tim and Ziva will come here, but Ziva will get... separated, if you like, and put into the maze that is between levels ten and fifteen. You will be there when Tim gets killed.” “And what if he arrests or kills you?” Tony offered. “If he kills me, then this room will seal off and fill with gas. If he arrests me, then he will die.” Josie held up her hand, squeezed a hidden trigger and out shot a large blade that looked like it could take off a head. “Oh God!” Tony muttered. “I don’t think any of you will be leaving here alive. As for me, I have a helicopter prepped and standing by. Two minute warning and I’m out of here.” Elevator of Virginia Towers, 9pm “Are we sure about this?” Ziva asked, her pistol in hand. “As sure as we can be,” Tim answered. He looked over at Ziva’s weapons. She had a sword, two Sai and a knife in different sheaths around her. Extra clips inside her belt and her outfit was something that even Tony would stop and orgasm about. Tight black pants offered maximum flexibility along with a tight black skvii. Her hair tied back in a tight platted ponytail. Over the top was a bulletproof vest. Tim wore the same vest over a skvii, but his pants were looser. He also had his pistol, a sword and a knife. Hidden in the small of his back was a full steel fan, and he knew that this hidden weapon would be the make or break for the fight he had with Josie Hebi. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Sure enough, level 45 had a large hall with rooms in all directions. The lights were on and as they stepped into the hall, guns pointed, the doors on the lift shut and it started to descended. “Good evening,” Josie’s voice sang over a speaker. “This is level 45, I am on level 50. If you want to get up here, you will need to choose the right door out of twelve. One is correct, five are dead ends and the others have dangers behind them. But here’s the catch, you can only pick six. Fail to find my door and I guess Tony dies.” “Bitch,” Tim muttered “Career-killer,” Josie answered back. “Don’t argue with the loudspeaker Tim, we need to move,” Ziva muttered. She went up to a door and put her ear to it, knocked and listened. She knocked again, then took her sword and made a cut on the door. “Dead end,” she muttered. She went to the next door and knocked on it a few times. She sliced it in a different direction. “Trap,” and she continued to do this around the room, making four different symbols. She found five traps, four dead ends and the last three were marked unknown. “So which one?” Tim asked. “All we can do is try one,” Ziva muttered. Opening one of them, she came to a short passage with a brick wall at the end. Ziva came back and marked the door again. Going to the second door, she opened it, but was greeted by a roar of a sound. Ziva went to shut the door but it was forced open by something lunging out. Ziva was forced to the floor as a white tiger prowled around, looking at her with anger. “Oh, look at that, you found the white tiger. Hope he doesn’t get too full on you,” Josie’s voice called over the loud speaker. There were three loud shots and the white tiger fell to the floor dead. Tim lowered his pistol and walked over to Ziva, helping her to her feet. “Thanks Tim,” Ziva said. “Aw, first you damage my doors which will cost a bit to replace, and then you kill my pet. You really do owe me now Tim,” Josie muttered. “Shove it up your clacker,” Tim called as he opened the last unsure door and found a flight of stairs going up. He and Ziva took the stairs and found another door. Opening it, they stepped into a hall like the one downstairs, but there were a gap in the floor and the path across was almost an obstacle course. “Well here is something you can shove up your clacker,” Josie responded. “Falling off a platform will land you in either a snake pit or a floor of spikes.” Looking at the floor, it was clearly not only a long jump between some planks, but some seemed to be seriously slippery. Ziva stepped up to the edge of the nearest edge and jumped to the nearest platform. Sure enough, her feet slipped out from under her and she landed on her back. Tim looked around and found another platform that wasn’t as slippery. He jumped to it and while he didn’t slip, the floor started to crumble. Seeing what was happening, Tim jumped quickly to another platform and waited. The platform behind him fell apart. “Oh, did I forget to mention? Some of the platforms are weak, and others are made of paper. Have fun,” Josie said over the speaker. “Bitch,” Ziva muttered. She jumped to another platform and retained her balance. Tim looked around as Ziva continued to jump over a few more platforms until she was a jump away from his own. Tim looked at his few options before a hissing caught his attention. Looking down, he saw hundreds of snakes slithering around together in a pit below him. Tim also noticed that one of the platforms ahead of him wasn’t supported by much; it was either paper or crumbling. He jumped to the one that seemed the safest and it sure enough was. Ziva moved again behind him. Tim started to work out his next steps by looking at his options before him. Choosing carefully, he started to jump from platform to platform. Slipping on one, Tim went over an edge and could feel something sharp on the bottom of his shoe. “So close,” came Josie’s voice over the speaker. Tim pulled himself up and looked about. He only had two jumps left. He could see quite clearly that of his four choices, two were slippery, one was a fake and one looked like it would crumble. “We have to choose,” Tim said. “Slippery or crumbling?” “I’ll take a slippery one of you can move quickly enough across the crumbling one,” Ziva answered. “Fine.” Tim answered. He jumped quickly from his platform onto the crumbling one and then quickly to the end of the room. He turned and lined himself up with the platform Ziva was going to jump to. Ziva jumped and landed on the platform, balancing and not going over. 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