I actually completely forgot about this fic and now ive found it again i like where i'm going with it although that won't become apparent until a few chapters in...
Disclaimer: If i owned NCIS Jethro/Tony would be Canon.. enuff said there I think
Warning: This is Slash have you found one of my NCIS fics that isn't yet? Honestly if this isn't your thing jump ship and get rescued by another...
Behind Enemy Lines
Prologue
Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs was not a man you wanted pissed off. His temper was well known in the offices of NCIS, and it was even more well known what happened when that famous temper was directed at you. The best advice anyone could give you was to either take a week of sick leave or go into witness protection.
In short stay out of his way.
Today that seemed to be the theme of the whole office. Well that and cursing Antony DiNozzo, Tony to his friends, for putting Gibbs in that mood. Gibbs was pissed. Tony was currently two hours late for work and it was damn lucky they hadn't caught anything.
Admittedly had Gibbs been in a good mood to start with he would have remembered that Tony was usually early and never late and had never taken a sick day unless it was absolutely necessary. But he wasn't, so he forgot all of this in favour of kicking Tony's arse when he finally did turn up.
As he returned with his third cup of coffee that hour his phone started to ring. "Gibbs!" He barked into the phone. "Now, Now Jethro that's no way to talk to your superior." Jen's voice came over the phone. "Please report to MTAC now." Then she hug up.
Gibbs came into the Bullpen, if it was possible, angrier than when he went in. How dare DiNozzo go over his head like that? Gibbs couldn't understand it Tony had never taken a bastard sick day in his life unless he had to, what now he was taking sick days for a scratch that didn't even warrant stitches?
His mood didn't improve when he saw Abby, McGee and Ziva clustered round McGee's desk. "Is there any reason there is no work being done?" He asked testily. Abby looked up and there were tears in her eyes.
"Gibbs." Her voice was gravely with unshed tears. Gibbs heart froze; whatever had made Abby cry couldn't be a small thing. "Abby?" He asked quietly. He felt his temper melting away fading into worry.
At that moment his phone rang. "Gibbs?" He answered on the first ring. "Jethro I think you need to see channel 620."
Ducky's voice came over the line. His voice was soft and it was the one that Gibbs had heard him use a million times before, when he was comforting grieving relatives. Gibbs felt his grip on the phone intensify "why Ducky?" He asked quietly. "Just watch it Jethro I'll be in my office when you're done." Ducky disconnected and Gibbs was left reeling.
"What the hell is going on?" He demanded. McGee looked up, he was pale. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He looked like he was going to be sick. He shook his head and pointed at the plasma as he pressed a button.
It took Gibbs a minute to realise that he was watching the morning news. He was about to snarl when he focused on a face on the screen. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be.
He knew he was staring but he didn't care. Gibbs had always been proud of his instincts and his senses that had been refined from years of being a sniper in the Marines and there had never been a time that he didn't trust his instincts but now he wished to hell and back that they were wrong.
He watched as a car sped away from the camera and left a body on the floor and as the camera closed in on the face he felt his stomach object. The body on the floor was one he found familiar. Too familiar.
He wished he was wrong. He hoped he was wrong.
But he knew he wasn't wrong. He couldn't disprove something he was seeing with his own eyes.
"McGee!" he barked, "Get that back!" McGee looked sick but did as he was told and brought it up once again on the plasma.
But no matter how many times he watched it the same thing happened. There was the sound of gunfire and the sound of squealing tires and the figure on the screen dropped to the floor.
And then he was looking at the face he hoped he could have explained away. But no matter how he looked at that screen the face didn't change the body on the floor was that of his missing senior field agent.
Anthony DiNozzo, Tony to his friends.