Maryland, X-XX-2017, 14:45

Rees sat down in front of the sorcerers. The Sergeant sat next to the detective, unsurprisingly. She was still trying to contain the fiasco that was the press conference, but it wasn't easy. Especially because it was broadcasted live to four different channels.

Because of that, Rees was in a foul mood. And the fact that Special Agent DiNozzo was clearly making fun of the situation and the quiet chuckle he gave when she walked in was proof of that.

"So, let's start. Tell me what you have in mind," She started, smiling. The detective opened a case file and slid a photo to her. A man with short blonde hair and a stuble was in it, staring back at her.

"Max Steele. This is the guy we're looking for," Antonio said, handing her a small report with what they gathered about the man. Rees narrowed ger eyes as she read the document. It was fairly simple, with basic information. Full name, age, description, parents, ect...

She looked to the picture once more, "Is the photo recent?"

Tony nodded, "It was taken a week ago by a security camera in front of a bar."

"How did you get this information?" She asked.

Antonio cleared his throat, "We have a informant."

"Who?"

Tony crossed his arms, "We prefer to keep the identity a secret. So you don't repeat what you did to us."

She nodded, "Fair enough. What's the plan?"

"We'll be meeting our informant today and see if we can find out where he lives and who is his partner," Antonio explained, leaning back in his chair. Rees remained silent as she thought.

"When? I want agents where you're meeting."

Antonio was quick to answer, with a cold voice, "No way. Our informant doesn't like cops."

Hank intervened, ignoring the FBI department director, "Then how are you friends?"

"We have a long history. It's incredible how we met," Tony answered. Rees stared at them, exasperated. How could she deal with these children? The Sergeant was a tough man, but the others were so childish. Or maybe they were mocking her.

She cleared her throat, getting their attention, "If you don't want agents, you'll wear wires."

"No," Antonio furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the woman. The atmosphere turned cold as silence settled in. Tony smiled and waved his hands.

"What if Sergeant Voight comes with us. Then he can report back to you want," The brunet said. Hank nodded, agreeing. Antonio rolled his eyes. He continued, this time mumbling, "That way the boyfriend meets the friends."

Antonio didn't listen to what he said, but Hank did. The man stared at the happy brunet with narrowed eyes. He hated that DiNozzo was always mocking him. God, he sounded like a teen with a crush.

Antonio's voice brought him back to the room, "We'll need to go to Washington for that."

"Okay, we'll get you on a helicopter."

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Washington DC, X-XX-2017, 15:57

Abby walked into the bullpen in a rush. Ziva and McGee were sitting on their usual seats, but she felt sad when she saw Tony's empty desk.

"Hey Abby," Tim greeted. The goth smiled to him and walked to him. He continued to tap and she sighed. He looked up at her, "Did you see the conference?"

She nodded, "It was a fiasco. Journalists started throwing questions at them and the FBI and they left abruptly."

"Really?" Ziva asked. They turned to her and continued to talk. Gibbs walked in, after his coffee break. They all stood up, knowing the former marine was moodier since Tony left. The man was much more aggressive and silent, even if that seemed impossible. The brunet was the one person that kept the boss calm. Abby smiled as she thought that. She moved towards him, ready with the results for the tests.

The elevator dinged, announcing someone's presence. Tim got up, gaining Abby's attention. She gasped as she saw a brunet walk in the bullpen.

She ran to him, "Tony! You're back!"

Gibbs stood up. Tony hugged the goth and high-fived McGee. The former marine moved towards the smiling brunet.

"You're here because of the mission?" He asked, searching the SFA for wounds.

Tony nodded, "Yep. I have to go in a couple of minutes, but I wanted to tell you guys that I was okay."

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Washington DC, X-XX-2017, 16:30

Antonio guided Hank to a dark and small back street. He had called Erin to know how the team was holding up. Apparently they were investigating a homicide which appeared to be connected to an old case.

Antonio had suggested that they went to a local coffee shop he knew. But by the location, Voight could tell that it might not be as pleasant as he imagined. They couldn't go sightseeing because of the videos. People were going crazy about them and they couldn't afford all the curiosity. Although he preferred something less shady. Even if he dealt with people like that everyday.

The detective stopped dead in his tracks. His face was filled with shock. Hank got closer to him, worried.

"Antonio? What's wrong?" The detective continued to stare forward. Voight followed his gaze. In the distance, there was a small bar. It was completely destroyed. The widows were broken, the door was smashed in and debris were everywhere.

Voight rested his hand on the man's shoulder, comforting him. He couldn't understand why Antonio was so upset. He could see the tears in his eyes.

"It's them. They're here again," Antonio whispered. Hank didn't know what to do. The man was paralyzed from the shock and he had no idea why.

So he did the only thing that came into his mind. He wrapped his arms around Antonio and pulled him into a hug. He felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. But now wasn't the time to think about himself, Antonio needed him.

"It's okay. I'm here."

They stayed like that before the Sergeant heard someone running behind them. He grabbed his gun and pointed it at the person.

The person turned out to be a teenager. He had a hat, which covered part of his face. He raised his hands, "Antonio! I didn't know you had company... Armed company."

The detective stepped aside and smiled at the teen. Voight lowered his gun, but kept it in his hands. The boy took of his hat, showing them a lovely smile. His eyes were dark, contrasting with his fair skin and dirty blonde hair. His clothing was very unique as well, since he wore a trilby hat with a t-shirt and jeans.

He bowed, holding the hat near his chest, "Fino Constantine. Pleasure to meet you."

The Sergeant stored the gun in his holster. Antonio and the teen shared an embrace. The detective ruffled the boy's hair, "Long time no see."

Fino furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed Antonio's wrist. He huffed, "I'm not a kid anymore, Tonio."

"You'll always be that little brat that liked to steal my things," He smiled. Hank was relieved that Antonio was happy. Even if the rencounter was weird. The detective pointed to him, "That's Sergeant Hank Voight. Don't be an ass to him."

Fino rolled his eyes, "Unlike you, I'm sweet to everyone," He complained. He then turned to the older man, "Again, it's a pleasure."

The happy atmosphere soon vanished, when Fino put his hat back on. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the destroyed bar, "We're moving targets now, Antonio. They're going to kill us."

Antonio nodded. Hank's gaze switched from the teen to the detective, "I know. And it won't take long before they find us."

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Washington DC, X-XX-2017, 16:53

Tony sat in the taxi, waiting for them to reach their destination. Meeting Gibbs and the others was refreshing. He was happy again. Not the fake feeling he had trained to show other people, but the real thing. His heart felt like it was going to burst. He was home.

His phone started to buzz, bringing him back. Tony grabbed it and accepted the call, "DiNozzo."

"Anthony DiNozzo," A distorted voice said. Tony widened his eyes. How could he be so blind?! The answer was obvious.

He narrowed his eyes, "You guys still hide behind anonymity, I see. You continue to be the same coward pieces of shit like always."

"You betrayed everyone that possesses magic. Your comrades. You decided to fight next to our enemies. That was your mistake."

Tony's face twisted with fury, "I saved people! Some of which could be one of your people!"

The driver looked at him. But Tony's expression was enough to kill all his curiosity.

"If they died, it's because they were weak. We don't need weak soldiers."

"Your group isn't an army. You are a bunch of pathetic, delusional and spoiled bastards who think they can rule the fucking world! But guess what, you're not. You just like to throw a tantrum every now and then to feed your illusions," The man's voice was full of venom, but his face had a huge smile.

The man on the other line continued to sound as calm as ever, "War is coming. Prepare yourself, Anthony DiNozzo."