Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I'm just having fun.
A/N: This story is in response to a challenge from the ncisflashfic community on Live Journal, but ended up being too long. The challenge was to try out bizarre scenarios, or write something melodramatic. Of course you know I couldn't resist the melodrama. This is crackfic, which means it can be wildly out of character, and totally unbelievable. Of course being me, I tried to keep things in character, but if something seems out of place, or you don't know how I came to a conclusion, keep in mind that it is crackfic.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
This story is complete. I usually like to keep my chapters at least 1,500 words long, but this story requires that I break from that, so the chapter lengths are all willy nilly, most are short - so I'll probably post more than one a day. Many thanks to thekatebeyond for her beta work.
Oh yeah, this story takes place immediately after Angel of Death.
Meeting Papa
It was a Monday morning, and the thunderstorm raging through the DC area matched the mood of Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He was late getting to work, and he was never late. His left rear tire blew as he drove over a sharp object hidden by a deep puddle in the road. Luckily, he had only been going ten miles over the speed limit, instead of his usual twenty, or he would have spun out and wrapped himself around a tree. It took him longer than usual to change the tire, the jack slipping out of his hands in the torrential downpour.
To make things worse, he didn't have time to stop for coffee before he stalked into the squad room, dripping wet and ready to shoot anyone that even looked at him funny. Wisely, Ziva David and Tim McGee said nothing as he slammed his gun and badge into his drawer. Even Tony DiNozzo was silent.
That's because he wasn't at his desk.
"Where the hell's DiNozzo?" he barked.
"Don't know, Boss," McGee replied nervously, "We haven't heard from him."
"Maybe he had car trouble," suggested Ziva, helpfully.
"Did you try his cell?" Gibbs asked impatiently.
McGee grabbed his phone hastily, "Doing that right now, Boss."
Gibbs gave the two agents one final glare before stalking off to the locker rooms to change into dry clothes.
oOoOoOo
Director Jenny Shepard was sipping her morning coffee and checking her e-mail when she noticed a message from an e-mail address she didn't recognize with the subject line "I believe this belongs to you." Despite constant warnings from the IT department not to open suspicious e-mail, Jenny clicked on the message.
"My dear Director," she read, "Recent events have brought something into my possession which I believe might interest you. Let's arrange a little tête-à-tête to discuss this intriguing development. I shall be in touch shortly. Best regards, Rene Benoit."
Jenny felt her face flush as she clicked on the attachment to the message, bringing up a photo of The Frog himself, sitting and chatting with Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, who was flanked by two very large, very dangerous looking men. She drew in a deep breath before pressing the intercom button.
"Cynthia, have Agent Gibbs report to my office immediately," she said curtly, disconnecting the communication before Cynthia had a chance to respond.