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NCIS - Found
Don’t ask where this came from. I don’t write in this fandom, really I don’t… Well, except for that one crossover, but that doesn’t really count...
Title: Found
Genre: NCIS – yeah, surprised me too, Gen, Team
Rating: PG to PG-13 for mild language
Season/Spoilers: Up to 1x20 “Missing”
Synopsis: “Crap, not again...” Tag to 1x20 “Missing”
Author’s Notes: We watched “Missing” the other night, and this has been in my head ever since. First full fic in this particular fandom, though not my first fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no money from this.
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“Forget about it, McGee, he’s still alive,” Gibbs said with a smirk, walking past where the younger agent still sat in DiNozzo’s chair.
“Er, Tony, I mean, Agent DiNozzo, you have to know he’s not serious, right?” McGee was babbling. “I mean, I was told I could use this, your, desk only temporarily. I never thought it was permanent, and I never dreamed to take your place...”
Tony leaned heavily on the desk, sweat and filth and sewage radiating off of him as he leveled a glare at the bumbling man. Just when Tim tapered off and swallowed heavily, he smiled his full 150 kilowatt smile. “I know,” he grinned. He waited expectantly, and when all the other agent did was sigh in relief, he raised an eyebrow and said, “Move.” He even made little shooing motions with one of his hands, just to make sure the point was put across.
“Of course,” McGee said immediately, gathering up his gear and stuffing it away. “I didn’t touch any of your stuff, sir, I mean, Tony, I mean, Agent DiNozzo,” he insisted. “I just used my own, except, maybe a pen, but only once and... are you sure you’re all right?”
His final question caused the others to look over to the man in question, watching as he listed to the side. “DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, standing from where he just sat down at his own desk.
“Tony?” Kate asked, immediately at his side.
He slowly lifted his head, entire body wavering, eyes glassed over and unfocused. “Crap, not again,” he slurred before collapsing to the ground.
Quick hands caught him before he hit his head, gently lowering him the rest of the way. “Was he even seen in the ER?” Gibbs asked in exasperation, checking for pupil dilation while Kate checked his pulse.
“He went in with the Gunny, but came out only about fifteen minutes later,” she replied, dropping his wrist and resisting the urge to wipe her hands on her pants.
“In other words, no,” Gibbs sighed. “McGee?” he ordered.
“Already calling,” the other agent assured him, phone in hand.
The elevator dinged and, even though they knew it was too soon, all eyes were on it, picking up on the conversation already in progress. “... found him, Ducky! And he was like, apparently all action hero and stuff...”
Abby trailed off as she saw them gathered around. Her gaze drifted down to the man unconscious on the floor. “What did you do?” she demanded, her words accentuated by the thud of her heavy boots as she ran over to them. She squeezed in beside the others, looking over to Gibbs and Todd, “You said he was fine! You called and said he was fine and we could get take out and you lied! What did you do to him?” she accused.
“Abbs...” Gibbs consoled, knowing Pacci was still on everyone’s minds, leaving emotions a bit too close to the surface. One agent killed ruthlessly, another kidnapped and collapsed. They all had the right to be pissed, and worried, at this point.
“Nothing,” Kate insisted when it was clear no one else was going to provide a useful answer. She saw Ducky approaching at a slightly more sedate pace and moved back to give him room. “He was fine, he was talking, he was giving McGee a hard time, and then he just collapsed.”
Ducky knelt down beside the fallen man and began his own vitals check. “Tell me everything that happened, even if it seems unimportant,” he directed. “What was he doing before? And why is he still in these filthy clothes?”
Kate looked to Gibbs, receiving a nod before taking a deep breath and dutifully reporting, “We found a lead on Sacco and followed him to the sewers. We found where Tony and the Gunny must have been held, but they had escaped. We found them again, but by the time we got to them, the waitress had already shot Sacco and was aiming for the Gunny. Tony stepped in, we distracted her, and he got her gun away and held her until we could cuff her.”
“Wait, it was the chick? I thought Sacco was the bad,” Abby mused, crouching down beside her friend.
“She took being locked in a shipping crate and watching the others slowly starve to death personally,” Gibbs non-explained through grit teeth, getting a wince in response.
Ducky shook his head, most likely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Is it safe to assume this woman…”
“Vanessa,” Kate supplied.
“This Vanessa, is the one who drugged him in the bar?” Ducky asked.
Kate nodded. “We’re pretty sure,” she agreed.
The doctor nodded, unbuttoning Tony’s shirt to look for damage. “And I can assume he was in close proximity to her prior to her being taken into custody?”
“Whatcha thinking, Duck?” Gibbs prompted. He had still not moved from where he was, and no one dared to ask him.
“That she still carried a vial of her drug of choice on her person, and that it may have been opened or damaged during the arrest,” Mallard replied. He flipped over the bottom of DiNozzo’s shirt to reveal several tiny lacerations in his skin, dotted with blood. “Abby?” he prompted.
“I see it,” she answered, accepting a pair of gloves and an evidence bag from McGee. Using a tweezers from his kit, she pulled out a tiny shard of glass and placed it in the plastic.
“See if there’s any more,” Gibbs ordered. He took one arm and Kate took the other, pushing up the sleeves to look for any more glass. He found several scrapes and a lot of grime, but no glass.
“Got one,” Kate announced, pulling at Tony’s right arm, just below the elbow.
Abby took the glass and put it into another bag. Standing, she said, “I’ll go test ‘em and make sure it’s the same chemical.” Shaking her ponytails, she added, “With those scrapes and being exposed to the sewer, he really needs to get cleaned up and on some antibiotics. He’s like a walking biology experiment. My skin’s crawling just looking at him, and this is me we’re talking about.” She shivered, and they all knew it was only partially dramatics.
“Thank you for your expert opinion, Miss Sciuto,” Ducky said dryly.
“Right,” she said, turning to leave. Turning back, she added, “If he wakes up before I come back, tell him I was here. Oh, and that I’d give him a kiss for being alive, if he wasn’t covered in stuff he can’t pronounce.”
“Abby...” Ducky sighed. Satisfied that this time she was really leaving, he turned his attention to McGee. “Where’s that med team?”
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Tony came to awareness slowly, the cottony feeling in his head echoed on his tongue. All in all, it was an unpleasantly familiar sensation. “Crap, not again,” he muttered.
“You already said that,” a voice said from his right.
He snapped one eye open, winching slightly at the bright light, seeing Gibbs looming over him and Kate hovering in the background. He opened his other eye and blinked several times to bring everything else into focus.
White. Lots and lots of white. Even his skin looked white under the florescent lights, but it was thankfully now clean of all traces of muck and grime. Looking further, he saw there was a light blue blanket over his feet, so there was at least some color. Hospital. Definitely a hospital. “At least this is better than waking up in a sewer,” he mused, earning him a chuckle. “What happened?”
“Your taste in women sucks, DiNozzo,” Gibbs told him with a smile.
He raised a questioning eyebrow. “And that has to do with this how?”
“You got up close and personal with Vanessa the waitress and got doped again,” Kate explained. With a shrug she added, “If it’s any consolation, she got hit too and passed out while being processed.”
“And the DiNozzo charm knocks another one down for the count,” Tony beamed. He received the expected rolled eyes for his efforts. “So, when are you going to spring me?”
“When you get some common sense,” Jethro told him dryly.
“So, no time soon?” Kate confirmed with mock concern.
“What did I do?” Tony asked with the most innocent look he could come up with, clearly hoping to play the sympathy card. “I tracked the bad guy.”
“Got drugged,” Kate cut in.
“Found the Gunny,” he continued.
“Got kidnapped,” Gibbs countered.
“Broke free,” Tony pointed out.
“Got caught again,” Gibbs said wryly.
“Took out the bad guy who turned out to be a bad girl,” Tony offered.
“Got drugged again,” Kate added.
“You forgot the part where he didn’t get checked out or cleaned up so we didn’t catch him getting drugged again, and he passed out in the bull pen,” Gibbs chimed in again.
Kate smiled. “Tony passing out never gets old.” Now that the danger had passed, she felt free to joke. Seeing her teammate alive and well and pissy seemed to release a pressure for all of them, whether they acknowledged it was there in the first place, or not.
“Hey!” he objected.
“Hey what?” Kate teased before turning a little bit serious again. “You’re in here until the drug fully clears your system and they get at least one bag of that into you,” she said, pointing to the IV of antibiotics trickling into his arm. “That sewer, kind of disgusting,” she added, making a face.
“So, what, like an hour, two?” he tried.
“Overnight,” Gibbs guessed.
“Longer if you piss off the nurses,” Kate smiled.
Tony leaned back against the pillows, eying them warily. “Are you two here for moral support, or for mocking rights?”
The two agents looked at each other and then back at him, replying in unison, “Mocking rights.”
Tony focused his gaze on Kate, giving her a full leer. “Admit it, you just wanted to see them give me a sponge bath.”
“And see your pasty ass?” Gibbs rolled his eyes.
“My ass is not pasty!” Tony declared loudly, unfortunately just as a nurse came to check his stats. She blushed and suppressed a giggle, turning a deeper shade of red when he confided, “It really isn’t.”
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs called, getting his attention focused back on him and away from the woman trying to do her job. “Remember what happened with the last girl you hit on?”
Kate nudged two uncomfortable looking chairs closer, and picked up two cups of coffee from the bedside table, offering one to Gibbs before sitting down and getting comfortable.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked wearily.
Gibbs sat down heavily in the other chair and took a swig from his cup. Swallowing, he leaned back and replied, a little too casually, “Not letting you out of our sight.”
“Boss, I...” he started, only to be cut off.
“Shut up, Tony,” Kate sighed. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
DiNozzo opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it and shut it with a click. Settling back against his pillows once more, he decided she was right, and he was just going to enjoy the silence while it lasted.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Found
Genre: NCIS – yeah, surprised me too, Gen, Team
Rating: PG to PG-13 for mild language
Season/Spoilers: Up to 1x20 “Missing”
Synopsis: “Crap, not again...” Tag to 1x20 “Missing”
Author’s Notes: We watched “Missing” the other night, and this has been in my head ever since. First full fic in this particular fandom, though not my first fanfic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no money from this.
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“Forget about it, McGee, he’s still alive,” Gibbs said with a smirk, walking past where the younger agent still sat in DiNozzo’s chair.
“Er, Tony, I mean, Agent DiNozzo, you have to know he’s not serious, right?” McGee was babbling. “I mean, I was told I could use this, your, desk only temporarily. I never thought it was permanent, and I never dreamed to take your place...”
Tony leaned heavily on the desk, sweat and filth and sewage radiating off of him as he leveled a glare at the bumbling man. Just when Tim tapered off and swallowed heavily, he smiled his full 150 kilowatt smile. “I know,” he grinned. He waited expectantly, and when all the other agent did was sigh in relief, he raised an eyebrow and said, “Move.” He even made little shooing motions with one of his hands, just to make sure the point was put across.
“Of course,” McGee said immediately, gathering up his gear and stuffing it away. “I didn’t touch any of your stuff, sir, I mean, Tony, I mean, Agent DiNozzo,” he insisted. “I just used my own, except, maybe a pen, but only once and... are you sure you’re all right?”
His final question caused the others to look over to the man in question, watching as he listed to the side. “DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked, standing from where he just sat down at his own desk.
“Tony?” Kate asked, immediately at his side.
He slowly lifted his head, entire body wavering, eyes glassed over and unfocused. “Crap, not again,” he slurred before collapsing to the ground.
Quick hands caught him before he hit his head, gently lowering him the rest of the way. “Was he even seen in the ER?” Gibbs asked in exasperation, checking for pupil dilation while Kate checked his pulse.
“He went in with the Gunny, but came out only about fifteen minutes later,” she replied, dropping his wrist and resisting the urge to wipe her hands on her pants.
“In other words, no,” Gibbs sighed. “McGee?” he ordered.
“Already calling,” the other agent assured him, phone in hand.
The elevator dinged and, even though they knew it was too soon, all eyes were on it, picking up on the conversation already in progress. “... found him, Ducky! And he was like, apparently all action hero and stuff...”
Abby trailed off as she saw them gathered around. Her gaze drifted down to the man unconscious on the floor. “What did you do?” she demanded, her words accentuated by the thud of her heavy boots as she ran over to them. She squeezed in beside the others, looking over to Gibbs and Todd, “You said he was fine! You called and said he was fine and we could get take out and you lied! What did you do to him?” she accused.
“Abbs...” Gibbs consoled, knowing Pacci was still on everyone’s minds, leaving emotions a bit too close to the surface. One agent killed ruthlessly, another kidnapped and collapsed. They all had the right to be pissed, and worried, at this point.
“Nothing,” Kate insisted when it was clear no one else was going to provide a useful answer. She saw Ducky approaching at a slightly more sedate pace and moved back to give him room. “He was fine, he was talking, he was giving McGee a hard time, and then he just collapsed.”
Ducky knelt down beside the fallen man and began his own vitals check. “Tell me everything that happened, even if it seems unimportant,” he directed. “What was he doing before? And why is he still in these filthy clothes?”
Kate looked to Gibbs, receiving a nod before taking a deep breath and dutifully reporting, “We found a lead on Sacco and followed him to the sewers. We found where Tony and the Gunny must have been held, but they had escaped. We found them again, but by the time we got to them, the waitress had already shot Sacco and was aiming for the Gunny. Tony stepped in, we distracted her, and he got her gun away and held her until we could cuff her.”
“Wait, it was the chick? I thought Sacco was the bad,” Abby mused, crouching down beside her friend.
“She took being locked in a shipping crate and watching the others slowly starve to death personally,” Gibbs non-explained through grit teeth, getting a wince in response.
Ducky shook his head, most likely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Is it safe to assume this woman…”
“Vanessa,” Kate supplied.
“This Vanessa, is the one who drugged him in the bar?” Ducky asked.
Kate nodded. “We’re pretty sure,” she agreed.
The doctor nodded, unbuttoning Tony’s shirt to look for damage. “And I can assume he was in close proximity to her prior to her being taken into custody?”
“Whatcha thinking, Duck?” Gibbs prompted. He had still not moved from where he was, and no one dared to ask him.
“That she still carried a vial of her drug of choice on her person, and that it may have been opened or damaged during the arrest,” Mallard replied. He flipped over the bottom of DiNozzo’s shirt to reveal several tiny lacerations in his skin, dotted with blood. “Abby?” he prompted.
“I see it,” she answered, accepting a pair of gloves and an evidence bag from McGee. Using a tweezers from his kit, she pulled out a tiny shard of glass and placed it in the plastic.
“See if there’s any more,” Gibbs ordered. He took one arm and Kate took the other, pushing up the sleeves to look for any more glass. He found several scrapes and a lot of grime, but no glass.
“Got one,” Kate announced, pulling at Tony’s right arm, just below the elbow.
Abby took the glass and put it into another bag. Standing, she said, “I’ll go test ‘em and make sure it’s the same chemical.” Shaking her ponytails, she added, “With those scrapes and being exposed to the sewer, he really needs to get cleaned up and on some antibiotics. He’s like a walking biology experiment. My skin’s crawling just looking at him, and this is me we’re talking about.” She shivered, and they all knew it was only partially dramatics.
“Thank you for your expert opinion, Miss Sciuto,” Ducky said dryly.
“Right,” she said, turning to leave. Turning back, she added, “If he wakes up before I come back, tell him I was here. Oh, and that I’d give him a kiss for being alive, if he wasn’t covered in stuff he can’t pronounce.”
“Abby...” Ducky sighed. Satisfied that this time she was really leaving, he turned his attention to McGee. “Where’s that med team?”
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Tony came to awareness slowly, the cottony feeling in his head echoed on his tongue. All in all, it was an unpleasantly familiar sensation. “Crap, not again,” he muttered.
“You already said that,” a voice said from his right.
He snapped one eye open, winching slightly at the bright light, seeing Gibbs looming over him and Kate hovering in the background. He opened his other eye and blinked several times to bring everything else into focus.
White. Lots and lots of white. Even his skin looked white under the florescent lights, but it was thankfully now clean of all traces of muck and grime. Looking further, he saw there was a light blue blanket over his feet, so there was at least some color. Hospital. Definitely a hospital. “At least this is better than waking up in a sewer,” he mused, earning him a chuckle. “What happened?”
“Your taste in women sucks, DiNozzo,” Gibbs told him with a smile.
He raised a questioning eyebrow. “And that has to do with this how?”
“You got up close and personal with Vanessa the waitress and got doped again,” Kate explained. With a shrug she added, “If it’s any consolation, she got hit too and passed out while being processed.”
“And the DiNozzo charm knocks another one down for the count,” Tony beamed. He received the expected rolled eyes for his efforts. “So, when are you going to spring me?”
“When you get some common sense,” Jethro told him dryly.
“So, no time soon?” Kate confirmed with mock concern.
“What did I do?” Tony asked with the most innocent look he could come up with, clearly hoping to play the sympathy card. “I tracked the bad guy.”
“Got drugged,” Kate cut in.
“Found the Gunny,” he continued.
“Got kidnapped,” Gibbs countered.
“Broke free,” Tony pointed out.
“Got caught again,” Gibbs said wryly.
“Took out the bad guy who turned out to be a bad girl,” Tony offered.
“Got drugged again,” Kate added.
“You forgot the part where he didn’t get checked out or cleaned up so we didn’t catch him getting drugged again, and he passed out in the bull pen,” Gibbs chimed in again.
Kate smiled. “Tony passing out never gets old.” Now that the danger had passed, she felt free to joke. Seeing her teammate alive and well and pissy seemed to release a pressure for all of them, whether they acknowledged it was there in the first place, or not.
“Hey!” he objected.
“Hey what?” Kate teased before turning a little bit serious again. “You’re in here until the drug fully clears your system and they get at least one bag of that into you,” she said, pointing to the IV of antibiotics trickling into his arm. “That sewer, kind of disgusting,” she added, making a face.
“So, what, like an hour, two?” he tried.
“Overnight,” Gibbs guessed.
“Longer if you piss off the nurses,” Kate smiled.
Tony leaned back against the pillows, eying them warily. “Are you two here for moral support, or for mocking rights?”
The two agents looked at each other and then back at him, replying in unison, “Mocking rights.”
Tony focused his gaze on Kate, giving her a full leer. “Admit it, you just wanted to see them give me a sponge bath.”
“And see your pasty ass?” Gibbs rolled his eyes.
“My ass is not pasty!” Tony declared loudly, unfortunately just as a nurse came to check his stats. She blushed and suppressed a giggle, turning a deeper shade of red when he confided, “It really isn’t.”
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs called, getting his attention focused back on him and away from the woman trying to do her job. “Remember what happened with the last girl you hit on?”
Kate nudged two uncomfortable looking chairs closer, and picked up two cups of coffee from the bedside table, offering one to Gibbs before sitting down and getting comfortable.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked wearily.
Gibbs sat down heavily in the other chair and took a swig from his cup. Swallowing, he leaned back and replied, a little too casually, “Not letting you out of our sight.”
“Boss, I...” he started, only to be cut off.
“Shut up, Tony,” Kate sighed. “Don’t ruin the moment.”
DiNozzo opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it and shut it with a click. Settling back against his pillows once more, he decided she was right, and he was just going to enjoy the silence while it lasted.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
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Some small niggles but I'll have to re-read to pick out what they are (apart from Gibbs is always Gibbs - he only ever gets called 'Jethro' by Ducky).
Um - other than that (right now) very good and more please!
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I could hear all of them.
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