Think of this chapter as a possible scene in the next book in the series. I might actually put it in, even if I have to edit it a little.

Track Twenty-Nine: What You Want

Tony DiNozzo blinked open bloodshot green-gray eyes at the sound of their prison door sliding open. He still couldn't believe Jeanne and Chris had gotten the drop on him and Ziva David, or that they were being dumb enough to keep Ziva in the same cell as him. Had they learned nothing in Taking Prisoners 101?

Ziva's head lifted from his shoulder and she managed a growl of defiance at Jeanne, who had slid open the door. Tony eyed the brunette doctor warily, his hold tightening on Ziva's waist. They must have fallen asleep sometime during the night.

"What do you want, Jeanne?" He tried to sound threatening, but his throat was dry and his voice cracked. Both Shifters were dirty and sweaty and sported numerous bruises from where two muscle-bound goons had done a number on them, trying to force them to talk—or maybe shift forms. DiNozzo hoped Gibbs and McGee would find them soon; they'd been investigating a case when they were kidnapped, after all.

Do what you want, if you have a dream for better.
Do what you want till you don't want it anymore.
(Remember who you really are.
Do what you want, your world's closing in on you now.
(It isn't over.)
Stand and face the unknown!
(Got to remember who you really are.)
Every heart in my hands like a pale reflection.

"You know what I want, Tony," she said cooly, crouching down so they were at eye level. One of her hands came up and rested on his cheek, her fingers stroking the bruises, running over a black eye.

Ziva snarled. "Get your hands off him." Even in her weakened state she was still strong and shoved Jeanne away with ease. Nobody touches my mate but me.

"Ziva, easy," Tony muttered out of the side of his mouth. He was still hoping that they could somehow talk Jeanne out of this crazy scheme.

"Not bloody likely," she growled.

Were you reading my mind? he thought at her.


Oh. Never mind, then.

Jeanne had gotten to her feet again and was staring at Ziva with pure malice. The look made Tony uneasy; now he knew there could be no hope of saving his former lover. He asked again, "What do you want, Jeanne?"

"Your secret to transforming," she said, her face paling a little at Ziva's warning growl.

"Afraid you're going to have to be disappointed," Tony said.

Hello, hello, remember me?
I'm everything you can't control.
Somewhere beyond the pain there must be a way to believe we can break through.

"And why is that?" Jeanne rested a hand on his cheek and let it run down the side of his neck, slipping a finger into a tear in his shirt. Ziva's growling grew louder and more intense. Even Tony was growing uncomfortable; he belonged to Ziva, not Jeanne. He jerked back, away from the green-eyed brunette's touch. "Jeanne, don't try to touch me again. You might not live if you do. And need I remind you that you can't control me?"

For the first time Jeanne seemed to notice that his arms were wrapped around Ziva, holding the female Shifter up against his body. Her green eyes narrowed to slits. "Ah, I see. Moved on already, have you, Tony?"

He didn't say anything; just gazed back at her with emotionless green-gray eyes, resisting the urge to snarl, to shift and wipe the smug look off her face. Well, it was what she deserved for snatching him and his partner and holding them captive. Tony hadn't meant to hurt her, but as much as he'd liked Jeanne, it wasn't love, not really.

After a long moment, Jeanne turned around and left. He watched her go sadly, knowing there was no way to turn her around. She'd made her choice.

Do what you want, you don't have to buy your life down.
(It isn't over.)
Do what you want till you find what you've been looking for.
(Got to remember who you really are.)
But every hour slipping by screams that I have failed you.

Hello, hello, remember me?

I'm everything you can't control
Somewhere beyond the pain there must be a way to believe.
Hello, hello, remember me?

Ziva and Tony spent the day alternately talking, sitting in silence, and drifting off into sleep. When Tony next woke, the room they were in was dark save for moonlight pooling silver on the hard concrete floor. As far as he could tell, they were in the basement of some building.

The sound of shuffling brought his attention over to Ziva, who was suddenly right next to him. "Ziva, what are you—"

"I'm cold," she said simply. "Hold me, would you?"

In response, he just wrapped his arms around her and drew her close, her body nestling against his. "Geez, Zi, you're freezing." Tony immediately began massaging her back, neck, and arm muscles in an effort to warm her, trying hard to ignore the fact that he could smell desire coming off Ziva's skin. Okay, yes, it was dark, but for all he knew they had surveillance cameras mounted on the walls. And he did want her, but right now it would be so very, very wrong . . .

On top of that, every hour that slipped by made him feel like he'd failed Jeanne in some way—which was ridiculous, of course. It was her own fault for being in this mess.

Tony could feel Ziva's muscles relaxing as he warmed them up ands he leaned even further into him, a low, throaty growl emerging from her. "Feels good," she murmured, eyes half-closed. Her head turned, and the next thing he knew, her lips were on his throat, trailing feather-light kisses down his neck.

"Ziva . . ." His voice trailed off as he just let go, let her have her way. The wolf inside was howling for more, but since they might be under surveillance, Tony wasn't sure this was the place or time.

"You're so sure Chris won't post this on YouTube?" he joked once they came up for air.

"The images won't be very clear in the dark like this," Ziva replied. "And you are warming me up." She nuzzled his neck, growling with frustration as she met the collar of his T-shirt.

"Ziva"—he pushed her back a little—"it's not that I don't want to do this, but considering the situation we're in, this isn't the right time. We have to wait for Gibbs and McGee to find us."

"Remember how long it took when we were boxed in?" she reminded him.

He really didn't need the reminder of what they'd done—or almost done—in that metal shipping container. "Hey, you were a pretty good shot."

She chuckled at that. "Those men never stood a chance." Tony heard her yawn. "Well, night, Tony." With that, she slumped against him and was out cold. DiNozzo, on the other hand, couldn't quite fall asleep just yet. He hoped there was still some good inside of Jeanne; she'd become a doctor to help people, not kill them. And with him being part wolf, there was no way she could control him. The only people who could do that were Ziva and Gibbs, and sometimes not even them.

I'm everything you can't control.
Somewhere beyond the pain there must be a way to believe.

There's still time.
Close your eyes.
Only love will guide you home.
Tear down the walls and free your soul
Till we crash we're forever spiraling down, down, down, down.

He stirred awake at the smell of food—bacon, eggs, and hash browns—and somehow wasn't surprised to see who had brought them breakfast: the doctor from hell.

"Hello, Jeanne," Tony said, barely managing to hold back a growl.

"Here's breakfast," she said quietly, averting her gaze. "You sleep okay last night?"

"Fine, thanks. Jeanne, why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?"

She slid their breakfast under the door. "That night in the alley, what you did to those two men, it scared me. I was afraid you would turn on me, and, well, I'm jealous. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are as a wolf? I want that, Tony."

Tony sighed and stared at her in a sort of stunned silence. "There's still time to stop this. You don't have to go along with all this, Jeanne. If you let me and Ziva go—"

"Why should I?" She laughed bitterly. "You only care about her, don't you? You never loved me. Even when we were together I got the feeling your mind was somewhere else. But then, it wasn't really you I was with, was it? I was with Tony DiNardo, not Anthony DiNozzo."

The Shifter cast a glance at his mate, who was still asleep. He was surprised she hadn't woken up by now; Ziva was usually the first one awake in the morning. "You're right. It wasn't real between me and you, Jeanne. I was undercover; I had no choice."

"Do all your undercover jobs include seducing women?" There was scorn in her voice.

"No. And no one on the team knew about it until my car was blown up. Now please, Jeanne, let us go."

A sad smile curled her lips. "Sorry, Tony. I can't do that. Have a nice day." She turned and walked away, not looking back even when he lunged at the bars of the cage, pleading with her to come back and set them free. After realizing it would do nothing except create a cycle of bruises and healing, he slumped to the ground. His only thought was, Gibbs, find us. Please. Hurry. We might not have much time.

Hello, hello, it's only me
Infecting everything you love.
Somewhere beyond the pain there must be a way to believe.
Hello, hello, remember me?
I'm everything you can't control.
Somewhere beyond the paint there must be a way to learn forgiveness.
Hello, hello, remember me?
I'm everything you can't control.
Somewhere beyond the pain there must be a way to believe we can break through.

Song: "What You Want" by Evanescence