NOTE: Please, let me know if you would like for the english transl. be somehow next to the Italian part, like this for example: "Adesso!" -("Now!") Or is it alright where it is now? At the end of this chapter.
In case you can't remember the 'Voltolini case', it starts from chapter that is named after the old man.
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I can't believe how much I've been distracted during the last 10+h, trying to write this one... Always something else gets my attention... First it was the 'weird side' of Youtube again, then my sister came to my place, then some things in here got my attention... Argh... At least I'm finally getting my mind back inside this story now... Will be putting up the Ghost games maybe tomorrow since I haven't slept for almost two days again (And though I've tried sleeping now, it's been kind of on and off) and am having hard time focusing enough, to be able to finish writing it today... At least so I think...
french girl: Haha. Well, that's one nice way to be welcomed back. ;) I'm glad you're still reading the story.
It was first time since... Actually, he couldn't remember the last time. It was the first since forever almost that he'd had a peaceful day and also had a whole day off to enjoy it. Even his mind was at peace for a change. He didn't feel stressed out every moment of the day. So maybe he should have just stayed home and do the whole 'sit back, watch some movies and just relax', which he had told everyone else he was going to be doing. But then, instead of ordering some pizza, he decided to go for a run instead and maybe stop by for some 'DiNozzo special'. Surely Isaac would also be happy to have his company while he wasn't in need for some distraction.
It's not like he had been completely clueless. Life was starting to feel close enough to normal again. He felt like he was in control of his own brains again. Then that phone call came...
- FLASHBACK -
Walking out of the elevator, side by side, the two men were both ready to get back to work. Seeing Kate already sitting behind her desk, Tony looked at Gibbs, who held back his urge to roll his eyes.
"You make sure there's enough real coffee for me and I'll behave."
Kate looks up when the two men returned. She was feeling stressed out and hadn't dared to use her coffee break. Instead she had been working on the case for almost the whole time the other two were gone.
"What's so funny?" She asked confused, seeing the amused grin on the young man's face. Hopefully that amusement wasn't aimed towards her... She was already dreading the whole idea of yet another long hours of working under Gibbs's watchful eyes.
"Nothing. Boss was just being himself."
"On it, boss. Getting back to work now, boss. Kate. Why don't you share what you and Abby found?"
Sitting behind his desk, Tony tuned out both Kate and Gibbs when his phone rang. Glancing up, he saw that neither one of the two was paying any attention to him now. Seeing the familiar number, his mind went numb for a moment. Why now? He had hoped that somehow this day would never come...
And perhaps that's why he now was in this situation. Sitting in the car, with a blindfold and a gun held against his head. Had he not tried to keep his life as normal as possible, he wouldn't be here right now. Ah, Eugene was going to be so pissed at him... After all the training... And Gibbs. Gibbs was going to kick his ass for not answering his phone if the older man decided to call him.
"So, all this for not answering one phone call? Bit dramatic, isn't it?" The answer was to have the unknown weapon holder push the gun harder against his head. Someone swore loudly in Italian.
"Peppino! Ci è stato detto di prenderlo vivo."
"Nostro Padre non ha detto che non potevamo 'temprarlo'. Ti giuro, Paolo, questo tizio ha una bocca troppo grande per il suo bene. Se continua a usarla troppo, potrebbe scivolarmi il dito sul grilletto."
"E allora toglilo dal grilletto."
"Certo. E perché non dare direttamente a lui la pistola, già che ci siamo?"
Tony kept his mouth firmly shut this time. Obviously the two didn't know he could understand every word they were saying and he liked to keep it that way. For now.
While they kept talking, Tony was slowly working on getting his hands free, which were tied up behind his back. To his relief these two men didn't seem to be any kind of criminal masterminds since the rope wasn't tied up all that skillfully. Though they had taken everything from him that could be used as a weapon, he was prepared to improvise.
Once his hands were finally free, he listened closely. Trying to figure out if anyone was looking at him right now. At least the gun wasn't about to push a hole in his head anymore.
Mentally feeling Gibbs head slapping him, Tony muttered his reply silently, which luckily was drowned by the arguing of the two men. "Not like you wouldn't take that chance, boss, so please shut up while I'm trying to think..."
Knowing very well that his next move could be his last, in one swift move, Tony removed the blindfold and grabbed the gun from Peppino, whose eyes widened just a moment before he let out a choking sound. Paolo, who was driving the car, hit the breaks, making them stop in the middle of the almost empty road.
"And now... I believe I have found my wild card. Thanks for the weapon by the way. Not exactly what I would have chosen, but it'll do." Tony smirked. His one arm was around Peppino's throat, in a tight hold, but not too tight. Just enough to make the man panic. While his other hand was pointing at Paolo with the small handgun. Surprisingly small one for such 'big bad' guys as these two.
"So, which one of you two will tell me? What does the old Voltolini want?" He couldn't see the look on Peppino's face, but Paolo looked startled, while his twin kept trying to get free from the iron grip. Gasping for his breath, the older man didn't realize it was mostly his own panic causing his current distress.
"Immagino che a questo punto resti solo tu, Paolo." Tony pointed out, speaking in Italian this time. Leaving no question whether he had the power over them right now or not.
If he wanted, he could have made them drive him all the way back to D.C., but he had been listening the two of them talking long enough on their way towards the Baltimore area, to have become too curious for his own good. Curious and almost like Gibbs on his bad day, when the man was ready to shoot someone over one cup of spilled coffee.
The place where they had been heading was most likely that same place where Teddy had taken both him and Gibbs last time. He could also just tie them up and drive himself. He could do almost anything right now and for the first time he truly realized why Angelo might be so disappointed in his own kids. While he had no idea what kind of people the other four were like, these two here certainly acted all though, but when it came to the serious situation, they became couple of cowards. One scared to death, when it was himself causing the misery. The other afraid of a tiny handgun which wouldn't necessarily cause that huge damage. If the older man was willing to take the risk of course.
"Father, he... We don't know what father wants from you. He gave us orders and we are following them. That's all." Paolo swallowed, his eyes never leaving the tiny weapon in Tony's hand, which in all honesty looked more like a replica of a children's toy, rather than the other way around.
Tony narrowed his eyes, studying the man who was about ten years older than him. Man who had gone from his though 'get in the car if you don't want your brains to be decorating the streets!' to almost ready to wet his pants. Why would Voltolini send these two after him?
Shaking his head, Tony searches in his memory for the face of the old man. Finding it, he looks at Paolo in the eyes. Putting up his best 'daddy Voltolini' act, he snarled. "Take me to him."
When Paolo was clearly bemused by the request, Tony raised his voice, using Italian again. "Adesso!"
Arcangelo Voltolini stood at the window of his study. Mostly because from there he had the best view of anyone coming and going to the house, but it was also his own personal 'safe room', should anything happen. Complete with a secret room and door.
Seeing the car stop in front of the house, he actually had to laugh. Perhaps he was making things little bit too easy for the detective... No, agent. That was one nice upgrade from the last position. But he had known the young man would come anyway. Either because of curiosity or anger. Either way was fine to him.
Watching as his embarrassments, which were called his sons, let the man order them around, Angelo walked to the phone laying on his desk and called to the kitchen. Ordering for the people in there to bring something for them to eat and drink. For him and his 'guest'.
It took mere four minutes and seventeen seconds for the twins and Anthony to find their way in the room. In a house this big, that was impressive and it was what Angelo said the moment the door nearly flew open, with Paolo almost falling inside the room.
"Impressive. That was close to the record, which is still held by myself from my younger days." Angelo spoke, putting down the timer which he had been holding.
"You two. Scram." Tony spoke and finally released Peppino, who had passed out once in the car already and couldn't wait to get lost fast enough. Together with his brother, they disappeared.
"And you..." Tony points at Angelo with the gun.
Angelo takes one look at the weapon and laughs. "You do not scare me with a toy like that, Anthony..."
"Figured as much. Just needed to check that stupidity doesn't come from your side... Besides, it's not loaded anyway. Find that out half way in here..."
Glancing towards the free chair, Tony sat on it, putting the 'toy' away. "So you made me come all the way in here. On my very rare and needed day off too, if I may add... My time is limited so talk."
While Tony was still speaking, both the food and drinks were brought in the room. Not surprisingly, Tony didn't even glance at any of it.
Angelo sighs and rolls his thumbs. "Two years, Anthony. I was hoping you would have called me by now. I am hurt."
"I never had any intention of calling you. And my phone number is private. I'm surprised you had it."
"I have my ways."
"You've done background check on me." Tony stated, while the old man just smiled. Leaning back on his big chair. Looking like a king, talking to his servant.
"And you have done it on me. So I believe we are even. Now... I do know however that there is some information that you have been unable to get, am I correct?"
Tony remained calm. He was wondering which information Voltolini was referring to.
"Ziva David. I believe that is the name?"
Keeping the mask firmly on his face, Tony laughed inwardly. But of course... "What is it that you want? I'm sure you wouldn't be handing over the information freely or you could've just phoned me..."
"I could have, if you had picked up your phone."
"...or sent the information to me through some other ways. Let's cut the bulls*it, Voltolini, and get straight to the business. Why am I here?"
"I want to make a deal with you, Anthony... Please, do let me finish explaining, before you stop me..."
Tony gave him blank stare. He had a bad feeling about all of this.
"Thank you... I am old man and while my own generation is still strong, my children are weak and my generation is slowly dying. As you know, my hands are not clean and they never will be... I will let you in a secret. My children are weak because I raised them weak."
Well, that wasn't what he had expected to hear... Tony briefly glanced at the door when one of Voltolini people stepped inside the room. A woman, who looked strangely familiar...
"I want you to marry my daughter."
What the..? "What?"
Tony gaped and the woman walked next to the old man. She looked calm and Tony finally remembered where he had seen her before. Finally it clicked why the old man had shared all that seemingly useless information about his family and those photo albums, way back when they first met. This one had to be the youngest child, Italia. Older than Tony and while not looking like her father, she certainly resembled the man far more than the twins.
"I want you to marry Italia. I want you to become the son of this family and I will leave my seat for you. Whether you two will have a divorce after my death, is out of my reach. I have no true power from my grave. What I want is for you to become part of this family. To destroy it from the inside. It is the only way that it can be done. In return, you will be very rich man."
Tony had been silent, but now he snorts. "I don't need your money, Voltolini."
There was very short moment of surprise in the old man's eyes which told Tony that however deep Voltolini's background check on him had been, it hadn't been deep enough.
"You're cold blooded killer. Why would you want to destroy this all?"
"I want redemption."
Tony was startled and tried reading any lies from the awfully sincere look on the man's eyes, but came back with no lies. Though his gut wasn't ringing any alarm bells right now, he still wasn't going to completely trust a man like this. A man, as Gibbs had seen and told him, had most likely even killed a child or some of his people had done it.
"Like I said, I am old man. I wish to be able to do one good deed before the death comes to collect me."
Tony snorts. Remembering the squeaky clean image the family had, which would turn the pope green with jealousy. "Why not just help the poor then? Or something. Isn't that where you're good at?"
"Aa, but you see, that does not satisfy me. I need something more. Something grand. I want to take down not only my own family, but the families working under me. If I die without doing anything, someone else will take my place and the same will continue. Either my children or one of those families. I need you, Anthony."
Tony stood up. "I'm flattered... Honestly, I am. But I'm not exactly planning to get married..."
"It would be in name only, Anthony..."
Glancing towards the emotionless woman, Tony's mind automatically rated her looks and he head slapped himself, shocking the two for a moment into complete wide eyed expression. Sure, the woman looked pretty, and very Italian, but after Wendy and, sort of, Jeanne and his current lifestyle, he really did not care about even thinking about settling down. Even if it was just for the looks only...
Hearing some noise from outside the room, Tony listened for few seconds, before wide grin spread on his face. "I'll think about it. Okay? Right now won't be good time to talk about that..."
Angelo studied him for a moment, then nods his head and Italia takes a CD from her father. She had barely given it to Tony, when the door was kicked open.
Gibbs, with a furious look on his face, held his weapon against the head of Paolo and snarled. "Let him go, you son of-!"
"Boss." Tony spoke, having slipped the CD inside his pocket.
"It's fine. I was already on my way out."
"I'll explain later. You can let go of Paolo now. He's already had enough excitement for today, I'm sure of that."
Tony walked closer and he had to practically pry open the hand still holding Paolo. Gibbs blinks few times and although he hesitated, he trusted DiNozzo to know what he was doing and so he finally lowered his gun. Actual gun and not a toy.
Italia took hold of her brother, when he began to fall towards the floor almost as soon as he was released.
"I will see you again, Anthony." Angelo spoke and with barely a glance, Tony left, with Gibbs hot on his heels. It was only then that Tony started wondering where Teddy was.
"You scared the h*ll out of me!" Gibbs yelled the moment they were sitting in his car, on their way back to D.C. Of course he wasn't yelling because he was actually mad at Tony or anything. He had been just that: Scared and worried.
"I call you and you're not picking up your phone and I knew something wasn't right! Then some kids tell me they saw some men taking you."
Tony furrowed his brows. "How did you find me anyway? No, wait... Let me guess... Your gut?"
Gibbs shrugged and kept his eyes on the road this time, much to Tony's relief. "That watch you're wearing."
Tony glanced towards the expensive thing around his wrist. "The one Abby gave me last year?"
"It's got tracking device in it."
"It's got... WHAT!?"
Gibbs shrugged again. "We figured it was needed after you kept getting in trouble in the most bizarre ways and often with no one around. We actually got it during the time you joined the NCIS. Just had to find a reason to give it to you."
"The Harris's case... But Gibbs... This is low. Even from you."
Gibbs shrugged. Again. "Sorry."
Tony leaned against the car seat, laughing. Completely ignoring the fact that Gibbs had just apologized. "So that's why Abby made such a huge deal of 'never take it off, unless you're taking a shower of course'."
Glancing to the driver's seat, he snorts. "I hope you realize that I won't be wearing this thing again or I might even tie this around some bird flying to south."
Gibbs didn't answer to that. "So... What did the devil want?"
Tony looked thoughtful for a moment. "The devil wants to make a deal with me."
"And? Did you make one?"
"But you're thinking about it. Why?"
"Let's just say, the deal isn't what you think it is. I promise to think very carefully and let you know if I decide to suddenly 'jump to the dark side'."
Gibbs snorts dryly. Daring to look towards the young man again, he saw him staring at one of the tiniest guns he had ever seen.
"What the h*ll is that?"
Finally back home, Tony sighed in relief as he slumped on his couch. It had taken all of his energy to stop Gibbs from following him to his place or stop Gibbs from dragging him to the older man's place.
Taking off his shirt, he was about to go and take one much needed shower, to wash away the now dried sweat, his hand stopped at the pocket of the pants. In split second he forgot how filthy he was feeling and instead of the bathroom, he made his way to his laptop, taking out the CD.
"It's now either yes or no, Ziva. Either you are real or just the creation of my own imagination..."
The moment he opened the first file, with nothing but brief summary and some photo, instead of any other possible feelings, he felt relief flooding through him. Strangely he felt just a little bit less crazy now.
Laughing, Tony wiped his hand over his face. "Well, look who's finally arrived on the scene..."
End of Part 40.
(Note: I won't be making this into some OC X Tony love story or anything...)
TRANSLATION: (Thank you AryYuna for translating these for me! I love Italian language and do know few words here and there, but there's no way I could do this myself... XD)
"Peppino! Ci è stato detto di prenderlo vivo." - "Peppino! We were told to bring him back alive."
"Nostro Padre non ha detto che non potevamo 'temprarlo'. Ti giuro, Paolo, questo tizio ha una bocca troppo grande per il suo bene. Se continua a usarla troppo, potrebbe scivolarmi il dito sul grilletto." - "Father never told we couldn't 'toughen him up'. I swear, Paolo, this guy has too big mouth for his own good. If he keeps using it too much, my trigger finger might just slip."
"E allora toglilo dal grilletto." - "Then keep it off the trigger."
"Certo. E perché non dare direttamente a lui la pistola, già che ci siamo?" - "Sure. And why not just hand the gun to him while we're at it?"
"Immagino che a questo punto resti solo tu, Paolo." - "I guess this leaves just you then, Paolo."
"Adesso!" - "Now!"