A/N: So this popped up in my head after one to many beers. Wouldn't it be awesome if the two were good friends? So I tried to write the friendship in one of my all time favourite episodes of NCIS: SWAK. And well, this came out. It will be short little one-shots and as the summary says: I accept requests from both the IM/Avengers movies, as well as any NCIS episodes.
Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters, or the universes they come from... Unfortunately, we could've had SO much fun!
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"Where is he?" a loud voice demanded from the doors that stood open, as the team was looking on with sad expressions.
Everyone turned around to see a very well known man with an intricate beard and a very expensive suit.
"Tony Stark?" Kate mumbled through her tears, shocked to see the man standing in front of her.
"You got it, sweet cheeks," he responded. "Now where the hell is TJ?"
"TJ, dear boy?" Ducky frowned, not really believing this was happening. One of his dearest friends and colleagues was lying, dying really, in isolation, and Tony Stark walked through the doors demanding where a certain man was. It was not something he really could appreciate at the moment.
"I think you have the wrong room, Mr Stark," he replied, coldly but politely. "And if you would, there is a very sick man here, who needs absolute rest if he is to beat this disease. So if you don't mind?"
Stark's eyes immediately went to the glass walls of isolation. His eyes widened as he took in the man lying in the bad, with darkened patches of skin that indicated the cyanosis the man was suffering. He almost stumbled to the glass wall.
"TJ?" he asked, voice trembling.
Tony slowly opened his eyes, hearing the voice of one of his oldest friends. He managed to turn his head to where the voice originated.
"Stark?" he coughed out with surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Stark snorted. "You get admitted to Bethesda's isolation wards with concerns that you might have become a biohazard, and you expect me to stay in boring board meetings instead of coming here to observe first hand how much you suck at staying alive?" He smirked. "So what do you have, huh? Anthrax, small pox?"
"Genetically altered Yersina Pestis!" Ducky thundered, incensed by the lack of decorum of the genius.
"Altered … how?" Tony turned around and fixed his dark eyes on the small Scotsman.
"Altered to withstand antibiotics," Ducky whispered.
Tony paled. He couldn't believe it, this couldn't be happening! Not to Tony, not now he finally had found a spot where he belonged.
"I told you to take the offer at Stark Industries," he snarked, because sympathy from him would certainly mean the death penalty for TJ.
"And miss out on this?" Tony coughed wetly, a nurse standing by his side to wipe away the blood he coughed up.
"Yeah, this is a real fun ride!" Tony looked around him, seeing the woman standing next to the old guy in the same pyjamas that TJ was wearing.
"You sick as well?" he pointed at her.
"Just a cold, no plague in me," she answered, her voice nasal due to the cold.
"Then please stay away from me, I hate germs," he responded flippantly. "Now who the hell are you two?"
"Caitlin Todd," she answered. "I'm Tony's partner at NCIS."
"Dr. Donald Mallard, I'm the Medical Examiner at NCIS and also Tony's personal physician," the other man reluctantly informed the billionaire. "Forgive me, but how do you know Tony?"
"TJ? Oh, his old man and my old man were friends way back. He used to hang out at the brown house in the City, I used to hang out in the Mansion on Long Island. We stayed in touch, you know after the accident and the disowning bit."
"He wasn't joking about that?" Kate's eyes widened.
Stark rolled his eyes. "Of course, because nothing is more hilarious than to be kicked out by your old man at age twelve. Idiot."
With that, he turned back and stared at the Tony in the bed.
"You are not giving up, you here me?" he demanded of his friend. "You will beat this, only because I need my rabbit foot when in Vegas next month."
"Fu-, fu-," Tony coughed loudly, upheaving a lot of bloody mucus. "Funny, Stark. I'll clean you out."
"You can try, genius here. Remember?" Stark smiled at Tony, trying not to show his concern.
Before Tony could respond to that, he succumbed to the heaviest coughing fit as of yet. Tony rested a balled fist on the glass, while the doctor and nurse tried to get him through the fit. As it was, Tony could only hope to get a pause in it to heave a breath before succumbing once more. Stark had to watch on as Tony was doubling up over himself with the medical personal holding him up.
Kate gasped, putting a hand in front of her mouth as she saw her partner struggling to get a bit of air in his lungs. Ducky's arms came around her.
"He's dying, Ducky," she whispered horrified.
"The hell he is," a gruff voice denied her from behind them.
They turned to see Gibbs storming into the room. He was about to tear into isolation, when he noticed the man standing at the glass. He recognized the man immediately from the first case Tony and he had gotten at NCIS. Tony got shot, and the man had been at Bethesda before Tony was even out of surgery.
When he was recovered, Gibbs had demanded from DiNozzo what the hell his connection to the Stark family was. As it turned out, Tony Stark had helped out a whole lot in his life. He had loaned him the money to go to college, gave him clothes when he was kicked out with just a suitcase at age twelve, always had a place for his young agent when he needed it.
It was therefore no surprise to see the man here. He knew that Stark had electronic alarms set in every hospital's system in DC, to make sure he knew the minute Tony was admitted into a hospital. The man was possessive when it came to his friends.
"Stark," he nodded.
"Gibbs," Stark nodded back. 'The son of a bitch who did this?"
'Taken care of and in cuffs, though you can drop the 'son of' part," he replied.
"I knew his lady-killer ways would get him into trouble one day," Tony shook his head.
"Not really, try mother of a rape victim with a tumor in her head and a biochemical company at her disposal," Gibbs dead-panned.
Stark went through all the possibilities of high-up women in biochemical companies.
"Ah, hell," he swore. "It was that Lowell bitch, wasn't it?"
Gibbs nodded and decided he had waited long enough. He stepped through the doors, before he was stopped by the doctor.
"You can't be in here," the man made himself big to stop Gibbs from coming any closer to his patient.
"The bacteria had a self-destruction sequence build in it. It killed itself after twenty-four hours. Tony is no longer infectious," Gibbs barely had the patience to explain it to the doctor.
He stood over Tony, looking at the agent who was in such a pitiable state. He had a hard time believing that the bacteria could have wreaked such havoc on his body. It would take the man weeks to recover, after he had won from the severe pneumonia that had his body in his grasps.
The Tony outside of isolation had relaxed at Gibbs' words, he knew that TJ was no longer in the danger zone, although he was not even close to calm waters.
"Tony, why did you run of from the Senate's meeting?" a feminine voice interrupted his thoughts.
Turning around he saw his PA, Ms Potts, walking through the doors on her stiletto heels.
"And why on earth are you in here?" She looked around. "You hate hospitals."
"Hate it even more when friends are lying in them," he responded with a wave behind him. "Got an update from Bethesda's patient files. He's my friend, got the plague, there was no way I wasn't going to be here."
"Tony, you don't have any friends except for Rho- … Hang on, did you just say the plague? As in deadly disease from the Dark Ages?" Potts looked on in full disbelief.
"Tony is a federal agent, Pep," Tony explained to his assistant, which was a rarity on itself. "It was a biological attack."
The name registered with Pepper. "Of course, you would become friends with a guy of the same name," she shook her head, as if that explained everything.
It incensed Tony. He knew he was an egotistical, arrogant ass. But if there was one good friend, it was TJ. They had seen each other through some pretty shitty times, and he would not take anyone badmouthing the man.
"Hey," he called her on it. "How about a little less judgy from you, hmm? Tony's father and mine were friends, or well business friends I suppose. He was nothing like his old man, and we really clicked. He's a pretty great guy, who has always helped me whenever I needed it. And vice versa!"
He turned back to his best friend. He hated that they now lived on opposite sides of the country, but maybe he could persuade the Director of NCIS to transfer his friend to the San Diego office. It had been way too long since the two of them went sake-bombing.