Notes: Thanks to all who have stuck around for the conclusion of this fic. I'm really glad it was enjoyable. As a side note, I've forgotten Wendy's husband's name (I'm going with before the ep with her and Tony, so she is still married). I've given him a random name. If anyone remembers what she says his name is, feel free to let me know and I'll make the change. Thanks for reading!
Tony was forced to stay in the waiting room when he arrived at the hospital behind the ambulance. He sat nervously in a chair near the doors, fidgeting with his phone. He'd have to call Wendy's husband, Ron, at some point. It wasn't a call he wanted to make, but it was necessary. He mustered up a little bit of courage, and dialed Ron's number.
Tony was thrown off by the female voice on the other line.
"I'm looking for Ron, is he available?"
"Sure, just a second."
"This is Ron."
"HI Ron, it's Tony DiNozzo."
"What do you want?"
"I—there's no easy way for me to tell you what I'm about to tell you, Ron. Are you sitting?"
"What's the matter? Is Wendy all right?"
"No, she isn't. I'm at DC General with her now. I'm so sorry, Ron, this is all my fault."
"What did you do to her?"
Tony could feel the guilt creeping up into his stomach as he told Ron the story of Jeanne and the kidnapping. There was silence when he finished. This guy was going to punch him out, or beat him to a pulp. He deserved it. Wendy wouldn't be here if it weren't for him.
"My son and I will be there in twenty minutes."
Ron hung up without another word. Tony put his head in his hands. He knew this wasn't going to be easy.
"Tell us where Jeanne Benoit is!" Ziva shouted, slamming her palms on the table. LeBlanc sat stoically, refusing to say a word. Ziva studied him. Was it possible that English is not his primary language?
"Je veux savoir où se cache Jeanne Benoit," Ziva tried in French. A smile crept over LeBlanc's face, and Ziva knew she'd guessed correctly.
"Cette salope n'est pas tout le monde le problème plus."
Ziva's eyes widened at his revelation. She turned and left the interrogation room, slamming the door behind her. Gibbs met her just outside the door.
"I believe Jeanne Benoit is dead. When I asked him where she is, he told me she isn't anyone's problem anymore."
"Come on," Gibbs said, opening the door into interrogation. He sat down across from LeBlanc, and Ziva stood next to him.
"Tell me about Jeanne Benoit," Gibbs said. Ziva translated into French.
"Elle m'a embauché pour faire tous sa sale besogne. Elle devait pour me payer. Je me suis jamais payé."
"He says Jeanne hired him to kill, and did not pay him what he was owed."
Gibbs turned back to LeBlanc.
"Where is she, LeBlanc?"
"J'ai jeté son corps ans la rivière, avant de vous les gens me trouves. Vous ne trouverez jamais lui."
Gibbs looked at Ziva for the translation. She was standing there, apparently in shock.
"She is dead, Gibbs. He threw her body in the Anacostia, just before I found him."
Gibbs got up to leave. They were done here.
"Take him to lockup."
"Where will you be?"
"Have to go and tell DiNozzo." Easier said than done. Gibbs let out a breath and left interrogation.
Wendy had finally been put into a room about an hour and a half after she came in. She was still unconscious, but she was stable. He'd immediately asked to be at her side, and as soon as he sat down, refused to leave her. He wasn't shocked when his silent vigil was interrupted by Ron.
"Get the hell away from my wife!" He shouted in anger, grabbing Tony by the shirt. "I don't want you near her! Get the hell out! Now!"
"Ron, I—" He was interrupted by Ron's fist. He found himself on the ground moments later, his hand instinctively moving to cover his throbbing eye. To his right, Wendy's son had scrambled against the wall, and he looked scared. Tony pulled himself to his feet and left the room without a word. When he got to the waiting room, he found Gibbs waiting there for him.
"Boss—when di d you get here?"
"Just now. What happened to your eye?"
"Wendy's husband. He doesn't like me too much right now."
"I can't imagine why," Gibbs said with a small grin. "I have news."
"LeBlanc was hired by Jeanne to murder those women. He killed Jeanne when she refused to pay him for his services."
Tony felt himself growing weak again. Gibbs lead him to a chair and he sank into it. A tear escaped and rolled down his cheek.
"I didn't want this to end that way. Somehow, after all this, I still love her."
"You probably always will. She was fool enough to hire an assassin without thinking of the consequences. That isn't your fault, so don't even think about making yourself feel guilty about it."
Tony nodded. Suddenly there was noise coming from the direction of Wendy's room, and Tony saw her son come running into the waiting room. He launched himself at Tony, and clung to his leg, hiding behind him.
"What's the matter, kiddo?" he asked.
"Get away from my son!" Ron came running into the waiting room, anger flooding his features. "You put my wife in the hospital, now you go after my son? You piece of—"
"That'll be enough," Gibbs interjected, stepping between Ron and Tony. "The person responsible for all of this has been dealt with. I understand that you're angry right now, but punching a federal agent is not going to win you any favors."
Ron stood there for a moment, chest heaving. He looked at his son, shaking, hiding behind Tony. He looked up at Tony. The man was oozing guilt from his pores. He finally started to calm down, and held out a hand to Tony.
"I'm sorry for hitting you. I was so angry about all of this that any rational thinking on my part was completely sidelined."
"I understand, Ron. It hasn't been easy for either of us."
Ron turned to Gibbs.
"Am I under arrest? For hitting him?"
"Not this time."
"Go, be with your wife."
Ron held out his hand for his son, who took it and followed his Dad back into Wendy's room.
"You're not going to go back in there, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.
"Wendy is taken care of. I think it would be better for everyone if I wasn't around when she woke up. She'll probably hate me."
Gibbs clapped him on the back.
"There's a steak in my fridge with your name on it."
Tony smiled. "Sounds good to me."
French Translations (via Bing translator)
Je veux savoir où se cache Jeanne Benoit = I want to know where Jeanne Benoit is
Cette salope n'est pas tout le monde le problème plus. = That bitch isn't anyone's problem anymore.
Elle m'a embauché pour faire tous sa sale besogne. Elle devait pour me payer. Je me suis jamais payé. = She hired me to do all of her dirty work. She was supposed to pay me. I never got paid.
J'ai jeté son corps ans la rivière, avant de vous les gens me trouves. Vous ne trouverez jamais lui. = I threw her body in the river, before you people found me. You'll never find her.