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Chapter Thirteen: Face Off With a Face Off
Ziva and Tim ran up the stairs into the penthouse level. Kicking in the door and pointing their guns, they were met with the sounds of automatic weapons being loaded and pointed at them. “You didn’t think I’d just let you run in here did you?” Josie asked from her desk on the other side of the room. “I need to protect myself, not to mention my prize.” She pressed a button and a sliding panel in the wall separated to show Tony tied and gaged, hanging from a chain. “Let him go!” Tim snapped. “If you insist,” Josie replied. Pressing another button, the chain slipped loose and Tony disappeared down a drop. “Now one of you can disappear,” Josie said while pressing a third button. A trapdoor opened under Ziva and she slid down a chute in the floor. “Where are they?” Tim demanded. “Somewhere between here and the tenth floor. They will survive the fall, it is mostly a slide. Whether they get out again is another matter. Now, you have wanted me so badly, I decided that you can face me.” Josie walked from her desk over to where Tim was standing, he pointed his pistol but the machine guns rose to aim at him. “No, no, no. You won’t shoot me, because you need to live to arrest me or insure I’m dead.” Josie said, her masked face coming close to his. “What we are going to do is do this honourably, the way you have taken down at least two of the major pillars of my drug ring. Millions of dollars a year for at least six of them in the past, But within two weeks the whole thing has fallen apart. White Tiger, Red Phoenix, Black Turtle and Green Dragon have all dropped contact, and I assume NCIS has all of them.” “You’d be right,” Tim said flatly. “Well, now that this ring has fallen apart, I will kill you and move on from here. But don’t think that means you are going to get far. I want to make sure that who I am fighting is worth the challenge. If you think White Tiger or Red Phoenix was a challenge, then you have a problem with me,” Josie finished. She snatched Tim’s gun out of his hand and snapped her fingers, walking back to her desk. The guards that had their machine guns pointed on Tim, totalling four, took the clips out of their machine guns and emptied the bullets onto the floor. Throwing their guns away, they each drew out different weapons; a sword, a Chinese sabre, a pair of small swords and a short-staffed scythe. Tim nodded and drew his sword. This was far and away from anything he had faced before, but he drew his sword and stood in a ready position. The four men surrounded him. Tim knew where all the weapons were, since he couldn’t tell the men apart except for their height and slight difference in build. Waiting and listening, he heard Sword moving closer behind him. He turned and swiped in his direction, but he was blocked. Seeing Sabre coming at him with a very open guard, Tim forced Sword back and swiped out at Sabre. The sword cut through him, stopping him in his tracks. Two more much deeper slices and Sabre fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. Tim heard more footsteps approaching as Small Swords moved towards him. He was fast and dangerous, forcing Tim backwards towards a wall. Tim counter-attacked but couldn’t push Small Swords back. Sword was clearly getting ready to attack Tim in an attempt to overwhelm him. Tim waited for Small Swords to make a move that left him open, and then Tim kicked out and tripped him. A fast flick of his wrist and his hidden knife flew across the room and hit Sword in the chest, sinking him to the ground. Small Swords sliced out at Tim, but he jumped towards the fallen body of Sword, picking up the weapon and holding them up. He had practiced this style of sword-fighting, but he wasn’t confident in it. Small Swords jumped towards him, blades flailing and trying to strike Tim, but he was capable enough to hold up his defence. However, despite the extra weapon, Tim couldn’t counter-attack, again being forced into a corner. Movement caught his attention as he saw Scythe picking up the fallen sabre and holding it in his other hand, clearly also getting ready to charge. “Not good,” Tim muttered to himself. Small Swords had stepped back a tad, waiting for Tim to do something. Thinking the best move was to try and overwhelm, Tim moved forward with a double slice, and then pivoted into a spinning attack, using the turn of his body to keep an eye on both opponents. Scythe still wasn’t getting ready to attack, but Small Swords was moving back, defending as best he could. Finally, Tim pulled the trick he was waiting for, he sliced with his first sword, and instead of slicing with the second sword as it came around, he thrust and hit Small Swords in the chest. Small Swords let out a scream of pain, before Tim pulled out the sword, sliced down with the spare and then upward with the original stabber, sending the body of Small Swords into a bleeding mess on the floor. Turning, Tim looked at Scythe. He held his weapons in an open stance, offering the false pretence of an open and undefended torso. This trick was an old one in Dojo’s, and he wasn’t going to buy it. Tim stepped forward, crossed his swords in front of him in a ready position. As the two were within striking distance of each other, Tim feigned an attack to the torso which triggered Scythe, but Tim withdrew his attack and swiped around in an ‘x’. Scythe yelled as wet patches of blood appeared from cuts on his arms. He wasn’t able to hold up his weapons effectively. “If I were you, I’d run, now.” Tim said. Scythe dropped his weapons and turned, but Tim cut him down. “But you’re not me,” Tim said in a flat tone. He looked over at Josie who was giving a slow applause. “Most impressive Tim, I cannot tell you how impressed I am. So I guess you want to fight me now. Well, let us fight fairly. Give up the sword that isn’t yours and take back your knife.” Josie indicated them. Tim didn’t like this, but he did it anyway. He made sure the sword was stuck in the torso so that it could easily be retrieved. However, whatever was his advantage was also hers in these circumstances. “Is that any way to treat the dead?” Josie asked. “You can tell me when you are in prison,” Tim answered, holding up his sword. “You won’t see me in prison, because I have no intention of going there. Now let us battle,” she said. She stepped past her desk and into a painted ring on the floor. It was marked like that of a martial arts tournament, and Josie stood behind one of the lines marked in the circle. Tim stepped up and took the other. Holding up their swords, they bowed to each other, showing their respect that was of warriors. Both stepping quickly into their stance, Josie held up a sword and Tim held up his. There was a tense moment between them, neither knowing who should strike first. Tim decided on impulse to move, launching into a close range attack. His sword moved fast but Josie was far more skilled than her profile suggested. Her sword rose to deflect each attack as Tim threw it. Tim tried every trick in his book of sword-fighting, he tried to steal her sword but she managed to push him off and keep her sword in hand. He tried to roll around her and slice out, but she was ready. “Very amateur Tim, I thought you’d do better than that. But enough of your foolishness, It’s my turn.” Josie whipped out with fast, wild and extended shots, each one nearly knocking Tim over, and he had just enough time to recover before the next blow came. Josie looked at Tim who was bent over slightly from all the strength of her attacks. “Cute, real cute,” Tim muttered, his sword held up again, waiting for her to attack, but Josie just stood and waited. Tim knew she was up to something, and decided to test her. Flipping his sword in his hand, the blade now pointed in the opposite direction. “Reverse blade style? I hope you are good,” Josie offered. “Just wait,” Tim replied, He jumped forward, but it was a feign attack and Josie swung out, her blade singing through the air as it went for where Tim’s arm was supposed to be. Tim had sidestepped and sliced out, cutting Josie across the hip. Josie stepped back a little and put her hand there. It came away with a line of blood. “This cannot be! You have managed to cut me. Not in fifty fights has an opponent cut me,” she raged. Josie’s blade swung forward in an almost unseen and dangerously. Tim dodged and blocked, but she caught him off guard and sliced a thin line right across his front, the distance too far to cause any real damage. Another slice out with her sword and Tim was disarmed. She started chasing him, swinging her sword trying to hit him, but Tim was fast enough to get away from her. With a jump he managed to beat her to the spare sword sticking out of the torso and hold it up, but he used the movement to disguise moving his knife to his hand so it was ready to throw at a moment’s notice. All he hoped was he had made the transfer well enough that she didn’t notice. He held the knife close to the handle of the sword. Josie started another round of fierce swings, Tim blocking them. When Josie stopped her attack, he started forward and attacked her with every amount of strength he had behind his sword. Josie managed to block them but she made the one move Tim needed. His knife flew out from his hand and Josie had just enough time to move her head. When she looked around, she glared at him. A thin line of blood trickled out from under the mask down the front. The upper half of her mask fell off, revealing the upper half of her face, a scratch across her forehead. Josie ripped away the rest of her mask; the lower half of her face was still covered with a material mask. She seemed to have stopped completely. Tim looked over her shoulder to see the knife swinging from its lodged position in the wall. It was too far away from them to be retrieved. Josie seemed to have sobered from her pontificating of martial arts. “After this, whoever wins, you will at least have my respect.” Josie had said this in a tone of respect. “And you will have my respect as well,” Tim answered. He held up his sword. “Let’s finish this.” “Agreed!” Josie pointed her sword and met Tim’s as they crossed. Both swung and their swords clashed between them, then they clashed for a second time. Tim stepped to one side as Josie took a third swipe. Tim put his hand behind him, but Josie was quick, her sword swinging out and cutting Tim’s wrist, his sword sent flying. Josie sliced back and Tim, a large cut across his chest, flew to the floor, blood leaking out of his newer cuts. “But with honour, there is a price,” Josie said, standing over Tim. Tim felt weak and dizzy but his thoughts were still clear. His movement had taken his metal fan from its hiding place. He saw where she was standing. “And while I don’t deny you your skills, they are still not enough to beat me.” “Never see victory...” Tim muttered, “Until it is... yours!” Tim turned over as Josie held up her sword to deliver the final strike. With a fast throw, the fan flew, expanded and sliced deeply into her right shoulder. The sword fell without hitting Tim. Pulling the fan out of her arm, Josie released a spray of blood which she covered up with her other hand. Stumbling backwards, she grabbed a bandage off her desk and held it over the wound. She moved from her desk and to a side door. Pressing a button, the panel swung around, leaving a bleeding Tim on the floor of the penthouse. Outside Josie stumbled towards her helicopter which had started up and was ready for take-off. “Get the medi-pack,” she called out. “This hurts like a son of a bitch!” As she got closer to the helicopter, she saw that there was no movement. “Didn’t you hear me?” she yelled at the top of her lungs. The next thing she saw was two people step out of the helicopter, but the landing lights blocked them form view. “What are you coming over here for? We need to take off!” Josie yelled in absolute frustration. Something else caught her attention as the helicopter suddenly started to power down. “What the hell?” She yelled, now more audible over the sound. One of the two people, now standing directly between her and the helicopter, raised a hand. The helicopter lights, as well as the major landing lights, were turned off. The two people drew guns and pointed them at her. “Who are you?” Josie demanded, seeing that they weren’t her pilots. “Special agent Jethro Gibbs. Put your hands over your head and get down on the ground.” “Director Shepherd, don’t move Josie Hebi, it’s over.” Both of them had a perfect shot at Josie, who was too weak to run and had no weapon. Seeing it was over, she fell to her knees, but didn’t remove the hand from her wound. “Where is agent McGee?” Jethro demanded. “Inside,” Josie whispered, before collapsing. “I need a medi-team here now.” Jenny yelled. A mass of hidden agents came out of hiding places. “I need the secondary medi team to follow me,” Jethro called. He ran inside, gun drawn and the team followed. Inside, sure enough, was Tim. He had managed to cover the slice to his wrist, but the bleeding from his chest was too much to slow down. “Tim.” Gibbs called. It was kind of hazed to Tim’s hearing, “Where’s Tony?” “Maze... Tenth floor to... fifteenth.” Tim muttered. “Ziva... too.” Tim collapsed to the floor. Being unconscious was never fun, as Tim knew. It was like the bizarre nightmares that you get when you have a sickness; they never make sense but you are somewhat conscious of your body. But these were so much worse, as you can’t feel your body, and all you know is the horror images in front of you. The collision of memory and fiction in your mind makes you unaware of what is happening, and unlike normal dreams, you can’t control it. But you hardly remember them, only some distant feeling of irrational horror. Tim dreamed many things while he was unconscious, and there were few things he remembered. He dreamed of Josie, and her continuous onslaught on him as she cut him down. Or she dropped a bloody and half dead Tony into a trap that he couldn’t escape. But the dream was occasionally interrupted by a flash of light that came across his vision, and for those brief moments, the darkness faded and he felt a momentary relief. It was a day before Tim became aware of his body. The instant he was aware of it, he clung to it. When he did, he felt his mind shifting into consciousness, and that created all sorts of new sensations. Whatever fear he had been feeling seemed to fade as pain spread through his chest and head. The pain was so much he flinched, and he felt his whole body move with it. “Nurse!” Tony called. There were footsteps. “He flinched.” Tim tried to give a sign of life, but his body was unwilling to move. The sudden sensation of a hand on his head and his eye being opened forced a movement out of him. “He’s awake,” a female said. “Great.” Tony said with a smile of relief. “He should be just fine. We got the blood into him in time and the wounds stitched. He just needs time to recover. And the stitches come out in a few days.” The nurse explained, partially for Tony, but mostly for Tim. “I’ll let the boss know.” Tony said. “When he is ready, we will send him home.” The nurse said with a positive tone. “Thanks,” Tim muttered almost incoherently. “Our pleasure,” the nurse said. NCIS Headquarters, that evening “He is conscious and going to make a full recovery, and he is allowed to go home when he passes a physical exam with a doctor, but I somehow think he will do so with flying colours,” Tony finished explaining. “That’s good Agent DiNozzo,” Jenny said as she poured drinks for herself, Tony and Gibbs, who were together in her office. “And after a lot of work, we have Josie in jail with her allies, awaiting trial.” “Well, we have handed them enough evidence to apply for three death penalties,” Tony said, taking his drink and holding it up in cheers. “Well, you and Tim did a great job,” Jenny said. “Jethro, Ziva and Abbey did a wonderful job, as did the agents in LA. I think we have proven our power to the higher agencies, and perhaps we will get a bit more respect.” “Sounds good to me,” Jethro said as he took a sip of his drink. “Well, it is in the hands of our lawyers now,” Jenny said as she put down her drink and took a seat. “Now, I think we can all say that the Navy is going to need a bit of an overhaul, but I have something worked out for that.” Jenny took up a file and handed it to Jethro. “What have we here?” He asked as he opened it and read it. “I want your opinion of these agents as a strike force to work out if the serving marines should be dismissed from the navy or not. This is merely the agent side, I have Ducky looking over psychologists and rehabilitation workers,” jenny explained. “These agents I know, and they are all good at what they do,” Gibbs said as he passed back the file. “Good. Now, I want a private word with Tony, if you don’t mind?” Jenny asked. “Sure,” Gibbs finished his drink, put the glass down on her table and left. “Ma’am?” Tony inquired. “I want you to tell me again what will be happening between you and Tim.” Jenny said. “Well, what do you want me to say? He and I have been sexual, and while it won’t be as strong as it has been during all this, we will be together occasionally. Whether together or in a threesome of some kind, we have at least grown a lot closer as friends.” Tony looked at her with the confidence to back up his words. “You two have not been uncomfortable through this, so I trust you two can be professional about it. But if it splits you two up, I will put one of you on a boat as an agent afloat. Considering Tim doesn’t do well with sea travel, who do you think I will send?” “In all due fairness ma’am, why me?” Tony asked. “Because you let this happen,” Jenny finished. “I... I understand.” Tony finished. “Now, accordingly, Tim will need some home care while he recovers, so I want you to take some time off and help him recover. After that, you two are to report back here and begin duty in a week from his return home. In that time, I want you two to work out what it is that you will do,” Jenny explained. “This is very unprofessional,” Tony said flatly. “I know, but I don’t want you two to feel as bad as I did when I gave up the man I loved.” Jenny explained. “Gibbs?” “Goodnight Tony.” A/N: I can hear you, and no, this is far from over. I have a few more surprises in store, and you might not be able to predict a few of them until I get to them. Besides, I still need to work out the proper epilogue. But there are a few things I can let you in on. There are two more sex scenes and some girl talk. Who? What? Where? 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