"Dammit," Tony muttered, as he tried to start his car for the umpteenth time. It was only 7:30 am and Tony could already tell it wasn't going to be a very good day. For starters, it was pouring outside, and by the looks of it, the rain wasn't about to let up any time soon. He had slept through his alarm and woken up late, not having time for his morning run and to top it all off, a girl that Tony had finally managed to get a date with after weeks of working his charm called and left him a message, cancelling their date because an old friend was in town.
Finally giving up, Tony grabbed his gear and ran the two blocks to the nearest bus station. Upon entering the bus, Tony remembered why he hated taking public transportation and always avoided it at all costs. The bus was overcrowded and the only place available was next to a dirty, old sleeping man. When the bus started, the man's head tilted to the side, so his head was resting on Tony's shoulder.
"Oh great," Tony mumbled, rolling his eyes as the man snored loudly in his ear.
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"Dinozzo, you're late," Gibbs barked as Tony strolled into the bullpen.
"Sorry boss. Car wouldn't start. I had to take the bus. It won't happen again."
"It better not," Gibbs growled.
Sitting at her desk, Ziva David pretended to be working on a report for a cold case, all the while listening to Gibbs chew Tony out.
The day progressed slowly. Tony was getting restless and antsy. They hadn't had a case for almost two weeks. For the past week, the team had been working on reports and looking at cold cases.
At noon, Gibbs went to Director Sheppard's office for a meeting. Tony took this opportunity to sneak down to visit his favorite forensic scientist.
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"Tony!" The young Goth greeted him with a giant hug.
"Good to see you too," Tony replied, once Abby finally released him.
"I've been bored out of my mind down here," Abby replied, grinning from ear to ear, obviously happy to have a visitor.
"Upstairs isn't any more exciting," Tony stated.
Tony glanced over Abby's shoulder to see what project Abby was currently working on. A bored Abby always found some odd project to occupy herself with. "What's that," Tony asked, pointing at some sort of model made out of an assortment of candy, including licorice, marshmallows and gummy bears, being held together by toothpicks and string.
"Oh, just a DNA model I'm working on." When Tony gave her a funny look, Abby replied, "Well I'm bored. What else do you expect me to do? It's not like you use your free time in the most constructive way either," Abby replied, referring to the computer games that he was often caught playing on days like today. "Gummy bear," Abby asked, holding a bag up to Tony's face. Tony took a generous handful and stuffed them in his mouth.
The pair gabbed about office gossip, their relationships, or lack thereof and talked animatedly about old westerns, with Tony exclaiming that they were the greatest genre while Abby insisted they were boring.
"I better head back up before Gibbs gets back and chews my ass off," Tony said, heading out.
"OK. Bye Tony," Abby replied, turning back to her model. "And come down and visit me more. It gets pretty lonely being cooped up in here all day without any visitors."
"Will do," Tony replied.
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Tony arrived back at the bullpen before Gibbs, which he was grateful for, because he really wasn't in the mood to be reprimanded at the moment. Mere seconds after Tony sat in his desk, he saw Gibbs arrive with two cups of coffee in hand and looking to be in a fowl mood. 'Meeting must have not gone over so well,' Tony thought as he looked through some cold cases.
McGee and Ziva also noticed Gibbs bad mood and the bullpen remained quiet for most of the afternoon. There wasn't even the usual banter between Tony and Ziva.
The day ended uneventfully. By four-thirty, the team was heading out the door to their respective homes. As Tony left the NCIS building, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being followed. He kept his hand on the gun, ready to use it if the situation required him to do so. Tony made several three sixties, looking in all directions. He couldn't see anyone, but that only added to the uneasy feeling that he had. There was a steady drizzle, which motivated Tony to walk faster.
You're just being paranoid Dinozzo, Tony told himself.
Tony turned the corner to a fairly deserted street. This wasn't the best part of D.C., that was for sure. The apartment buildings were covered with graffiti and many of the windows were broken or boarded up. Tony increased the pace at which he walked, not feeling all that comfortable in this part of town, even with his gun. Tony was lost in thought for a few moments, going over what a crappy and boring day this had turned out to be. For a few moments, Tony let down his guard. Suddenly, Tony felt cold metal against his back, quickly realizing it was the barrel of a gun.
"Don't turn around and don't try to run or else I shoot," a voice hissed into his ear.
"Who are you?" Tony asked.
"You will find out soon enough, Dinozzo," the voice hissed again.
That struck fear into Tony. This man knew his name. Before he could react, Tony felt the gun strike him and he surrendered to darkness.
A black van pulled up around the corner, and the mysterious figure, along with two other men, hoisted the unconscious Dinozzo into the van. This was definitely not Tony's day.