AN: This was written for Session 5, Round 8 of NCIS Last Fiction Writer Standing on LJ. Prompt was drabble. As always, don't own them, not making any money off of them.


Last Man Standing

Tony fingered the black elastic, its soft ridges contrasting with the hard edges of the badge beneath. It should be frayed. Too many years, too many deaths. Pacci. Kate. Paula. Jenny. Langer. Lee. Gibbs. Ziva. Vance.

Tony slid the badge into his breast pocket, leaving his office. When Tony had the plague, he never imagined he would be the last. Would have bet money against it. Even after he became director.

He stepped into the bullpen, where the members of the MCRT worked on their reports. He ignored the empty desk.

"Agent McGee's funeral will be at noon on Friday."