Title: World Class
Author: Jasmine
Universe: NCIS Season 7
Rated: PG13
Date: June 28, 2012
Summary: When Tony's DNA puts him at the scene of a crime, he uncovers a truth about his past that he may not want to know.
Chapter 1
FBI Federal Agents Tobias Fornell and Ron Sacks stepped off the elevator. "Remember," Fornell mumbled to his subordinate, "let me handle this."
"As long as I get to cuff him, I won't say a word."
Sacks was one of the FBI's rising stars, but he could be an arrogant SOB when he wanted, and since his first encounter with DiNozzo four years ago, Sacks has held a strong dislike for the man. Fornell suspected it was mutual, but their relationship was the least of his concerns. Gibbs was dominating his thoughts at the moment. Go after one of Gibbs' people, especially this one, and he becomes a formidable force to reckon with.
"Oh boy!" Tony said upon seeing them entering his work space. "If it isn't the great Fornell of Oz and his munchkin, Slacks."
Ziva couldn't suppress her smile and excitedly replied, "I know that movie reference. It's a classic."
"Yes it is, Ziva, not like our guests, here, who are more or less forgettable."
Unlike Sacks, Fornell appreciated the likes of Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. He could put up with his antics because he knew when it came time to getting the job done, there was no better investigator. And on those rare occasions when Gibbs would actually offer some insight into his team, he would drop nuggets of gold about DiNozzo's investigative prowess that made him a tad bit jealous. "Let it go, Sacks," Fornell whispered.
Gibbs watched as his counterpart approached his desk and offered his usual one word greeting.
"Gibbs."
"Fornell," he replied. He was in a particularly good mood after having wrapped up a not too heinous crime involving two dirtball drug dealers mistakenly killing each other. "What brings you to NCIS?"
"A case we're working."
"And you need our help?" Gibbs asked as if there was no way he was going to lend it.
"Not exactly. I need to question one of your people."
Gibbs thought about all the people that Fornell could want to question and only one person stood out in his mind. His eyes slowly landed on his senior field agent, as did Ziva's and McGee's.
"Hey! Now wait just a minute," Tony said. "Why do you automatically look at me when he says they have to question someone?"
McGee delighted in being able to answer, "Because of all the members of Team Gibbs, Tony, you're the only one who might have screwed up."
"I resent that, Probie! I haven't screwed up… at least I don't think I have. Anyway, you're jumping the gun. We don't even know if it's me he wants to question." He wasn't sure what he expected, but he didn't expect to have all eyes, including Sacks and Fornell, bearing down on him. "What'd I do?"
Sacks smirked and asked, "Where were you on June 8th?"
Tony was trying to process that he was actually being asked to supply an alibi, again. "What?"
"What's this about, Fornell?" Gibbs asked, getting up from of his chair.
He held out the file he'd been carrying and said, "We have DNA evidence that puts DiNozzo at the scene of an international jewelry heist."
"You're kidding."
"I wish I were."
Chapter 2
Fornell and Gibbs stood in the darkened room observing an agitated federal agent through the glass, and they weren't referring to DiNozzo. Gibbs finally commented, "You can't really believe he did it."
"I leave the speculating to the lawyers."
"An eighty percent match? That's all you got?"
"For the time being. And for the record, it's eighty-four. You know it's good enough to bring him in for questioning and possibly detainment."
"I hope you don't mind but I'm having Abby double check your forensics."
"I'd be insulted if you didn't. I'd like to be wrong on this one, Jethro, but I already had my people double and triple check it."
Sacks sat across from his suspect, wishing he were back in his own interrogation room at the FBI building, but Fornell agreed to do this here so he grudgingly obliged. "You haven't answered my question, Agent DiNozzo. Where were you on the afternoon of June the 8th?"
"What day of the week was that again?"
"Wednesday."
"Well, I was most likely here, working. That's what I do five to seven days a week."
Sacks flipped through several pages of notes and pulled out a piece of paper, "Didn't you take the afternoon off that day?"
He thought back, 'Was that the day he met Cindy, or was it Brianne?'
Sacks slid a piece of paper across the table and said, "Isn't that your leave slip taking the afternoon of June the 8th off?"
'Damn,' he thought. "Yes, that is. But I have a reason for taking it off. I went to the dentist."
Sacks stared at him.
"Okay, I went out with a dentist."
He raised his eye brows.
"Okay! I went out with a dental hygienist, but I have leave coming and with Gibbs, it's a use it or lose it proposition, so I used it."
"To meet up with a lady?"
"Not just a lady, Slacks. By day, she's a dental professional, and by night, she's a cheerleader for the Baltimore Ravens football team."
'Figures,' he thought, feeling a pang of jealousy. "Does this lady have a name?"
"Brianne Wolfe"
"Where'd you two go?"
"Oh, well, that's personal, unless," he leaned forward, "you get off on listening to the details."
Gibbs couldn't help but smile at the way Tony guided the interrogation. He had a knack for pissing people off and he especially delighted in pissing off people like Agent Sacks.
Fornell said, "I wish your boy would go easy on my boy."
"He's just getting started."
"That's what worries me."
Sacks contained his frustration and repeated, "Where'd you go with Ms. Wolfe?"
Tony thought about his answer and knew it wasn't a good one, at least not when it came to supplying an alibi. "We went back to my place."
"And what did you do?"
Now Tony stared. There were so many comebacks to that question that choosing the right one was proving difficult. "Is your personal life really so lacking that you want a blow by blow accounting of what we did that afternoon?"
"Just tell me what you two did."
"What do you think I did with a beautiful blonde in my apartment, Slacks? Do you really want the details?"
"Yes, I really want the details."
Tony leaned forward and contemplated his answer. His goal: make Slacks regret he asked. "Okay, since you asked, I'll tell you. I took her to my apartment where I offered her something to drink. When I returned from the kitchen, she was standing in my living room, stark raving naked. Now picture this, Slacks, five feet nine inches of sheer femininity. Measurements: 38, 24, 36." Tony closed his eyes, remembering her body. He lowered his voice and continued, "It became obvious that she wasn't interested in anything to drink. While I stared in awe of her, she came towards me and had but one thing on her mind. She ripped my shirt off—I remember because it was a Diamantes and they're hard to come by in the states—and then she—"
"All right!"
"It's okay, Slacks, I don't mind detailing what she did to me. She was very physical…we broke a lamp—"
Sacks closed his folder and stood, "I think I've heard enough. Just so you know, I'll be contacting her to corroborate your story." And he stalked from the room.
Fornell shook his head at the man on the other side of the mirror. "I don't know how you keep him in line, Gibbs."
He smiled because sometimes he didn't know either.
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