Summary: A drugs, weapons and classified information traffic is going on in the Navy. NCIS wants to break it down by sending two undercover agents on a Marines military camp. Will they discover the link? A/N I own the plot, not the main characters which are the property of NCIS production.
Chameleon Operation
Chap.1: Prologue
Monday morning, very special agent Anthony "Tony" D. Dinozzo Jr., senior field agent of the best Major Crime Respond Team (MCRT) of the agency, first class clown, entered the bullpen as usual with a bright smile. His sparkling eyes couldn't fool anyone: he was in the teasing mood or more likely teasing McGee, less experienced field agent in the team. While greeting everyone, he sat casually at his desk.
- Morning Zee-Vah! Sang Tony to Ziva, Mossad Liaison Officer.
- Morning Tony… You are in a good mood today. I guess you had a good weekend.
- Your assumption is correct sneaky ninja!
- Ah! I remember now! You passed it with your frat brothers, yes? And you probably played at this game you, Americans, enjoyed… what it is again? Ah! Peer Pong!
After a quizzical look mixed with a little disgust, Tony answered:
- If you mean 'Beer Pong', so yes. We had a great time together… All fun and jokes! But on this matter, do you know what's even better this week?!
- No, Tony. But I assume you'll tell me. Said a well accustomed Ziva to this teenage behavior.
- Yes, Tony, what's this week? Interrupted the naive Timothy "Tim" McGee.
At this, Dinozzo's smile grew even larger if it was possible.
- I declared a prank and teasing week, Probie! In fact, I called it the McGeek! I know it's the way I always call you, so nothing new or exceptional here, but if you make a further analysis of the term, you'll notice a great portmanteau word! You know the combination of McGee and week for…
A head slap from Gibbs, who just arrived from nowhere, cut him short in his explanation.
- You want to know what I'll do with YOUR name when I'll kick your ass out of this team, Dinozzo?!
- No Boss! Good morning, Boss!
- So get to work! Barked Gibbs as he sat at desk coffee in hand.
- Sure thing, Boss!
Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Fearless team leader of the best MCRT, former Gunnery Sergeant, Marine sniper, coffee aficionado, functional mute and, none the less, a second 'b' for bastard, recalled Dinozzo.
Upstairs, Leon Vance, secretive and serious director of the federal agency, observed the interaction between his agents. He surely didn't have a good weekend. He worked at the office instead of swimming in the pool and playing at home with his kids and beautiful wife. The Secretary of the Navy had informed him about a troublesome traffic of arms and drugs, and, possibly, classified information elapsing. He received orders to find the culprits and plug the security hole. He needed then to send his best undercover agents, even if those weren't his favorites…
- Gentlemen! Yes, you four! I need to discuss a new assignment. If you could follow me in my office please? Shall we? He added and dashed toward his office when the four agents only glanced toward him without a move.
TBC...