A/N: Over the last few seasons noticed MW wearing that tan overcoat, this story just came to me, hope you enjoy.
As always a big thanks to my wife for proofreading but all errors are mine.
Disclaimer: I write for the joy of writing, love taking the characters out to play, no monetary gains from this writing. Isn't it nice we have a place to read great stories for free. :)
The Curse of the Tan Coat
Tony and Ziva approached the back of the house, Gibbs and Tim had taken the front, as they got into position, they could hear the knocking on the front door and Gibbs calling out to the suspect, within seconds the back door flew open, three small dogs came running out, barking and running in circles, the momentary distraction was enough to allow the suspect to come crashing out a side window and take off running.
Tony took off after him, his overcoat flapping around him. The suspect leap over a four-foot chain link fence like he was running hurdles, Tony knew he could easily vault over the fence, not bothering to slow down he reached out with his right hand, grabbed the fence and felt his body lift as legs sailed over the other side, suddenly he felt himself tugged back, with his momentum gone; rather than land gracefully on his feet, he found himself face down in the dirt, his right shoulder wrenched and his coat caught up on some rough wire.
Getting up slowly, he took inventory of his minor aches and pains, glad that there did not appear to be any serious damage but it would take his expert dry cleaner to get the grass and mud stains out of his suit, freeing himself from the fence he looked around to see if he could find his missing suspect. Heading in the direction he thought the suspect had headed, he slowly went through some hedges into the neighboring yard, in front of him the suspect lay on the ground, with Gibbs kneeling on the man's back as he cuffed him, Ziva and Tim stood next to him, looking up Gibbs said, "Nice of you to join us DiNozzo."
"Got a little hung up on the fence, Boss."
Tim looked concerned and Ziva amused as Tony tried to brush the dirt off his clothes.
"Tony why do you insist on wearing that coat all the time, you can't catch anyone wearing that thing." Ziva said, flicking his coat as she passed him, leading the suspect back to the waiting vehicle.
Tony wasn't sure either why he was wearing this damn coat, it was warm out, and he was wearing a suit and tie underneath. The coat just seemed to just appear and now he had it on almost all the time. Part of him really hated the coat but for some unknown reason he couldn't seem to go anywhere without it.
A well-placed head slap brought him back and he looked into the face of his angry boss, "Ya hit your head or something DiNozzo? We got work to do, go back and check out the house, you can day-dream on your own time."
Looking sheepish for having been caught unaware DiNozzo responded "No Boss, Yes Boss," as he made his way back to the house, looking down he noticed that he had ripped his overcoat, maybe now he could finally be rid of it.