In terms of sequels it looks like One Good Cop and McSister. So sometime in the New Year I'll work on those.
Chapter Nine
Having received the text, Tony dressed in jeans, loafers, and sweater shirt and black leather coat, he exited the bedroom. Deeks was regaling Kensi with a story from his LA cops days.
"Shaggy, remind me to make you an NCIS special agent," he smiled.
"Hey, Tony, how do you feel?" he asked.
"Body is sore. When you get to be my age, your body just doesn't bounce back like it used to," he said.
Kensi got up from the sofa: "You body does all right."
She gave him a hug and a kiss: "And you're not as old as you pretend to be."
"Honey, there is a lot of wear and tear on this body," he said and kissed her. "Now we need to get to NCIS."
NCIS
Tony, Kensi and Deeks got off the elevator. McGee and Ziva did a double take as they saw Tony walking hand in hand with Kensi, like they were taking a stroll in the park.
"I guess DiNozzo hasn't changed that much," said McGee.
"No, McGee, I think he has changed a lot," she said sadly.
They walked up to Callen's desk.
"Did you tell anyone?" asked Tony.
"No," Callen answered.
Tony rubbed his temples. He had more than a slight headache. This is probably a sign that I should be sitting in a dark room for a week, but I don't have the time.
"Don't tell anyone. I think it's time we do what Vance expects of us," said Tony.
"Think out of the box," smiled Callen.
"Get in touch with Eric and Nell and don't use MTAC and have them take a fine toothcomb to his life," said Tony.
"What are you going to do?" asked Callen.
"I'm going to pay Gibbs a visit tonight to talk," he said.
"Can I come with you?" Kensi asked.
"Yeah, I might need you to drive," he said as he sat down and rubbed his temples. "I have a headache."
"Should you see a doctor?" asked Kensi with concern.
"Ducky," said Callen.
"Okay," Tony stood and looked at Kensi. "Care to escort me to autopsy?"
"You couldn't stop me," she said.
NCIS
"You do realize, Tony, that you just got out of the hospital," lectured Jimmy.
"Sorry, Jimmy, I don't have time right now to take it easy," Tony said.
Jimmy looked over at Kensi.
"Can you do something with him?" he asked.
"I'm thinking of handcuffing him to a bed," she said.
"Now that sounds like fun," Tony smirked, causing Kensi to blush.
"That's not what I meant," she defended herself.
"Tony, be nice," Jimmy said.
"Where's Ducky?" asked Tony.
"Lunch. We've been busy lately he wanted to have a nice peaceful lunch," he said.
With a mini-flashlight Jimmy checked his pupils and then stood, walked over to Ducky's desk, grabbed some keys, and opened his medicine chest. He grabbed a couple of pills.
"Here, take these," said Jimmy.
"What is it?" Tony asked cautiously.
"Advil."
He took the two pills and dry swallowed them then made a face.
Jimmy walked over and retrieved a pillow by the desk. He put it down on the autopsy table Tony sat on. '
"You taking a nap, Jimbo," smiled Tony. "That wasn't Advil, was it, my autopsy Gremlin?"
"Nope," smiled Jimmy who looked at Kensi. "Help me lie him down. He should be going to sleep for a few hours. A'
Kensi lifted his leg making him lie down.
"Jimmy, I'm going to get even with you," Tony said then he started to fall asleep.
"Thank you, Jimmy," Kensi smiled.
"My pleasure. If he's going to push himself, then we have to occasional play unfair with him," Jimmy said.
"Do you mind if I stay with him?"
"Of course not. Do you want a chair?" he asked.
"Yeah, please," she said.
Jimmy got her a chair and set it right beside the autopsy table and the sleeping agent. She sat down and stared at his sleeping face, which had a smile on it.
Suddenly, Ziva came into autopsy. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Tony out cold and Kensi sitting dutifully beside. She is far too young for him. And too fawning. He needs a stronger woman. Someone who can make him stronger, better.
"Is everything alright with Tony?" asked Ziva.
Kensi looked over her shoulder at Ziva then turned back to looking at a sleeping Tony. If he loved her then it was purely physical.
"Not listening to doctors orders so gave him something to get a few hours of sleep so he doesn't end up back in the hospital," explained Jimmy.
"Oh, well, I was hoping to talk to Ducky," she said.
"He should be back in a half hour," Jimmy said.
"We haven't been introduced. I am Special Agent Ziva David," Ziva said to Kensi. "Tony and I used to work together."
Kensi looked over her shoulder and offered her a pleasant smile: "I'm Special Agent Kensi Blye. Tony's my boss, but not at home. We live together."
"Oh, really, I did not know this. I guess Tony does use Gibbs' rules," she said.
"No. He has no one really. If one of his people is in trouble, he doesn't sit on the sideline," said Kensi. "Other than that he makes it up as he goes along."
"Sounds like Tony," Ziva said.
"Yeah, I agree. He's wonderful," Kensi smiled.
"Hmmm, Kens," he mumbled then he started to shift on the table as if he was agitated.
Kensi softly touched his cheek and he settled down.
"Well, I should go," said Ziva then she left.
As she was leaving Deeks entered autopsy.
"Creepy place for a nap," said Deeks.
"He had no choice. Jimmy gave him something to knock him out," said Kensi.
Deeks looked at the mild manner looking Jimmy.
"Dude, that's not right to knock someone out when they don't want to be," said Deeks.
"He needed it," Jimmy said.
"Yeah, but he's going to be pissed when he wakes up," said Deeks.
"He will forgive you Jimmy. I make him forgive you," said Kensi.
"Callen sent me to find you," Deeks said to Kensi.
"Tell him I'm taking are of Tony. He'll understand," she said.
"Okay, Kens. Take care of the bossman," said Deeks. '
Deeks exited autopsy leaving Kensi with Jimmy and the sleeping Anthony DiNozzo. He would have preferred to drag her out of there and make her forget about DiNozzo. But she was in too deep, at least for now.
NCIS
After a four hour nap, Tony finally opened up. Good to hear word, Kensi made sure Tony wasn't anger with Jimmy when he woke up, especially since Kensi was going to deny him sex. He sat on the table and craned his neck until he got his head straightened out and was awake.
"Jimmy, next time trying telling me, said Tony.
"So you can refuse it," she said.
Instead of arguing with her, he kissed her. At first it was soft but then as she responded it became harder and more passionate until Jimmy and Ducky has to look away. They separated from each other out of breath and looking a little wild eyed.
"Anthony, maybe you should get going. It is getting late," said Ducky.
"I'm hungry," said Tony. "Shall we go to dinner?"
"You're old town, so you choose," she said.
His choice was Café Atlantico. Tony ordered for them. The started with Sweet Potato Soup, followed by Tuna Ceviche, then an entrée of Halibut for Kensi and Duck Confit for Tony. He ordered a bottle of Chilean Sauvignon Blanc - Concha Y Toro Terrunyo Casablanca, 2007. Finally, for dessert he chooses the warm chocolate cake for Kensi and Rum Cake for himself with a café con leche for each other them.
He no longer cared if someone thought him rich or poor. All he wanted to do was treat Kensi to a fine evening and meal for they ventured off to Gibbs home.
"Oh, my God, that was delicious," she said with a sly smile. "I have an idea how we can work this off later."
"You know woman, I now know why I love you so much," he said.
She blushed. Without prodding or forcing it out of him, he told her that he loved her.
"You love me," she teased.
"Yeah, I know. I love you. You're too young for me and I'm probably the wrong man for you, but, yeah, I love you," he smiled.
"And I love you," she said. "Now let's get this visit to Gibbs over so I can take you back to the apartment and make love to you."
They arrived at Gibbs' home and the door was unlocked, just like old times. Tony fought down the feeling of anxiety he had as he and Kensi walked over to the basement door. He opened it and they two of them started walking down the stairs.
Tony could hear the sandpaper being put to wood and smelled the sawdust and bourbon. As they reached the bottom Gibbs in his NIS sweat shirt and jeans looked up at them over his glasses. He held a wooden train in his hand, which he was making smooth with sandpaper.
"DiNozzo, Agent Blye," he said. "Professional or personal visit?"
"Professional, Gibbs," answered Tony.
He nodded letting Tony know to continue.
"In our mole hunt the name of Hal Andrews comes up, Gibbs," said Tony.
"Tell me about it," he said calmly.
Tony explained how they came about getting his name and Gibbs listened.
"Not much to go on," said Gibbs.
"Which is why I want to test him," Tony told him.
"How?"
"Let's test him. Callen and I will be the bait and will test him," said Tony.
"Wait a minute, you didn't say anything about you being the bait," interrupted Kensi, drawing a smile from Gibbs.
"Now you know why I had Rule Twelve," smiled Gibbs.
"Kens, we will be the bait in a trap, but we'll be fine," he said.
"Since I've know you, do you know how many times I've had to go to a hospital to see you," she said.
"Tell me about it," chuckled Gibbs.
"I'd like to see you go only once for this mission, is that okay, Tony?" she said.
"Kens, I'm not going to get hurt," he defended himself.
"Heard those words before," Gibbs kept added fuel to the fire.
"Do you mind, Gibbs!" growled DiNozzo.
"If you and Callen are bait then Sam, Deeks and I are your backup," she demanded.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Tony assuaged her.
"Give me your plan DiNozzo and let's test Andrews," Gibbs said.
NCIS
Tony woke in the morning with Kensi wrapped around him. She was holding him tightly, as if she was afraid to lose him. Note to self: don't talk about using yourself as bait in front of girlfriend before bed. It freaks them out.
He shifted so that he was face to face with her then he kissed her nose drawing a smile from her.
"Good morning," he said.
"Morning," she mumbled.
"Busy day today," he said then he lifted his head and looked at the clock. It was only four-thirty in the morning.
"How much time do we have?" she asked.
"Couple of hours," he said.
"Good," she said and with that she kissed him and then reached under the blankets and grabbed him.
"Wooh," he said. "Frisky this morning."
"You're not getting out of this bed until I'm done with you," she purred.
"Oh damn," he said as she started to excite him more and more.
"Kens, we got Callen next door, and Deeks and Sam in the living room. Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"They're all adults, even Deeks," she smiled then she pushed him onto his back and got on top of him.
At the breakfast table Deeks, Sam and Callen glared at tired looking DiNozzo, while Kensi made bacon and French toast. Usually she didn't volunteer to make breakfast but she was feeling energetic this morning.
"I do not need to know that she is a screamer," Sam said to Tony.
"It wasn't my idea," Tony said.
"You could have said no to her," Deeks pointed out.
Tony lifted an eyebrow and look skeptically at him.
"Okay, maybe not," Deeks blushed.
"Separate apartments next time," Callen stated. "I really don't need the images I have in my head right now."
Kensi came in with a plate for Deeks, Sam and Callen and served them. Tony looked at her with a pout.
"What about me?"
"They get served first and you have to wait to eat with me," she said.
They three men started eating.
"Okay, if she's going to make this every time, we can share an apartment," said Callen. "This is delicious."
"You are a lucky man, DiNozzo," Sam said.
"You know I hate you," added Deeks.
Tony shrugged and watched them eat.
Chapter Ten
McGee sat at his desk, Tony's old desk, and looked up to see Andrews and Ziva at work. Gibbs looked up from his the research Tobias had sent him and nodded to him.
"Hey, Boss, Abby was telling me that Callen and DiNozzo are getting close to the NCIS mole," McGee said.
"How does she know?" asked Gibbs.
"They were discussing it in her lab," he said. "According to Abby they are meeting a CI in Baltimore at an abandoned warehouse tonight."
"Do me a favor, McGee, tell Abby to zip it and don't talk about it again."
Gibbs looked over at Andrews. The man acted as if he was uninterested, like he didn't care a whit about what was said. Goddamn it, the man is the mole. He over controlling himself right now.
Ziva looked from McGee to Gibbs. They are up to something and they didn't include me. Tony probably told them not to include me. He does not trust me. He has never forgiven me.
Gibbs got up and looked at his team: "I'm getting coffee."
Tony was waiting for Gibbs outside of his favorite coffee shop. He was bundled up in an overcoat wishing he was back in LA where it was seventy degrees.
"Need a cup of coffee, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked him as he came up behind him.
"Jesus, Gibbs, you scared me," said Tony.
"Andrews is the mole. He didn't even blink when he heard you and Callen were close to getting the NCIS mole. He was too bored by it, too uncaring," said Gibbs.
"If he shows up tonight to kill me and Callen, he is our man," said Tony.
"Then we can wring every bit of information from him we can and get this hit squads," said Gibbs.
"You know you'll be part of the interrogation team," said Tony.
"Tobias, too?" asked Gibbs.
"Sure."
"Ziva?"
"Me and Callen. Two from your team and two from mine," Tony said.
"I won't argue," Gibbs said. "You should talk to her, DiNozzo."
"There are a lot of things I should do, but I don't," he said.
"Coffee?" asked Gibbs.
"Why not?" he answered.
NCIS
Callen and Tony rove to Baltimore. They gave their team and Gibbs the address other warehouse they would set themselves up as bait. The plan was simple: they wait out in the open and have their team save their asses if attack.
"So you and Kens are getting serious?" Callen opened the conversation.
"Yes."
"She hurts easily," said Callen.
"Don't we all," Tony countered.
"No, we don't," Callen smiled.
"Abby likes you," said Tony.
"She's something. Unfortunately, California is far away," said Callen.
"Doesn't have to be," said Tony. "Vance talked to me before we left. He's got the okay for a DC OSP. He wants me as the SAC and Operations Manager and told me I could bring anybody I wanted with me. He'd run interference with Hettie. I could take the whole team to DC."
"Even Deeks?" he asked.
"I keep telling him that I want him to become a permanent agent," said Tony.
"Doesn't it bother that he's waiting for you to stumble with Kens so he can pick up the pieces?" asked Callen.
"If I hurt her and shatter her into pieces then I'd rather him pick the pieces up then some asshole who doesn't love her," Tony said.
"And who picks up your pieces?" asked Callen.
"I can live in pieces. I have before," said Tony.
Callen was silent for moment as he fell deep into thought. Finally, he looked over at Tony.
"If you take the DC job, then the team will follow you. I'll convince Sam and Deeks. We might not get Eric but I think we can get Nell," he said.
"Why?" asked Tony.
"I lost my sister before I ever got to know her. I don't want to lose my brother," smiled Callen.
Tony didn't take his eyes off the road. He and Callen had become close, especially the last year. Sam and Callen were partners and best friends, but he and Callen had developed a friendship based on lives filled with more disappointments and deaths.
"How do you want handle this?" Callen asked.
"Keep your head on swivel and know that our team has our back," he smiled.
"Making it up as we go, huh?" laughed Callen.
"Do you want me to set up a date for you with Abby?" he asked.
"I don't know how well I'd do at a Goth Club," said Callen.
"She also likes movies, old movies, horror films, new movies," Tony encouraged him.
"We'll see," Callen said.
NCIS
The warehouse was empty and cold, a symbol of Baltimore's economy. He and Callen leaned up against a crate that had left behind. Callen took out his 9m Beretta and checked it then put an ear bud in his ear, as did Tony.
"So far there is activity on the west end of the warehouse. It looks like four men," said Sam's voice.
Sam was on a building near the warehouse with an infrared scope on his sniper rifle.
"I've got two more in my sight," said Gibbs, "on the east end. Looks like they are readying to enter the warehouse."
"Tony, be careful," said Kensi.
Callen smiled and looked at Tony.
"I guess I'm the red headed stepbrother now," said Callen.
"It doesn't appear that Andrews is part of the group," sad Sam.
"Make sure we take one of them alive," said Gibbs.
"Do you realize we have four sniper rifles with infrared scopes trained on us?" asked Callen.
"I trust Kens with a rifle on me," Tony said.
"Here they come," said Sam into their ears.
"Remember, take at least one of them alive," said Gibbs.
The terrorists burst into the warehouse to be picked off one by one until there was only one left.
NCIS
"So why are we taking this guy down to Gitmo, Boss," asked Andrews.
He looked and saw Tony, Callen, and Fornell on the Gulf Stream along with the terrorist they took into custody last night.
"He doesn't get a lawyer right away in Gitmo," said Fornell.
"Good thing it's still open, huh Andrews?" Gibbs said.
"Yeah, Boss, sure. Why am I here and not McGee and Ziva?" he asked.
Andrews went to grab his gun when a sharp pain radiated from between his shoulders. He looked behind him and saw Callen when a dart pistol in his hand.
"Oh, fuck," he said then went out cold.
When Andrews awoke in was in an orange jumpsuit in an interrogation room. He looked at the two way mirror in front of him and smile. On the other side of the mirror Tobias, Gibbs, Callen and Tony stood staring at him.
"Who goes first?" asked Tobias.
"Callen," said Gibbs.
"You saying I can't break him," Callen said.
"I'm saying that this is going to take days," said Gibbs.
Eighteen hours of interviews with six hours for food and sleep, the grind was starting to become painful by midway through the third day.
"Disagree with your country so you commit treason, huh?" pushed Gibbs.
"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants," he said with a sick grin. "Thomas Jefferson."
"Yipppeee ca yeahhhh, Motherfucker," Tony said. "John McClane. Die Hard."
Gibbs had forgotten just how unique his former senior field agent's technique was.
"You think you can intimidate me," said Andrews.
Tony stood up and leaned forward with his hand son the table and looked at Andrews and growled: "This is Sparta!"
Gibbs looked at Andrews and for some reason he saw cracks appear in the man's façade. Tony's bit of grandstanding and dramatics got under his skin. Maybe it was the absurdity of it all, maybe he realized that they were not going to stop until he cracked or they cracked, and one or two of them might have already cracked so it was never going to stop. Whatever it was, they were now close to cracking Andrews and getting information from him.
"Are you insane?" Andrews said.
"Insane, no. Tired of your bullshit, yes. I don't care why you did what you did. I don't care if you disagree with wars or war or Australian Rules football. I don't care if you think you're a patriot. You are a treasonous bastard and that means you are a dead man unless you give us a reason to let you live," growled Tony. "Do you want to die? Uh? Come on, Andrews, do you want to die?"
Andrews just stared at Tony.
"DiNozzo, step out," said Gibbs.
"Sure, Gibbs."
Tony marched out of the room slamming the door behind him. He leaned against the wall and sighed. Callen left the observation room and looked at his friend.
"He's ready to break," Callen said.
"So am I," said Tony.
"Come on, Let's grab a coffee," said Callen.
NCIS
Tobias and Gibbs spent the next six hours breaking him down and Andrews to admit that he was the NCIS mole, that there was a CIA mole, and that he was in charge of three hit squads and the CIA mole was in charge of one. One hit squad was now out of commission, since they killed all but one of them in their attempt on Callen and Tony's life.
Tony and Callen sat in the cafeteria with a group of civilians and a few NCIS contingency agents assigned to Gitmo. They were drinking coffee and picking at sandwiches. Gibbs and Tobias entered the cafeteria and headed to their table.
"Gulfstream is being sent for us. We have the locations of two of the hit squads," said Tobias.
"The last hit squad is in the hands of the CIA mole," said Gibbs.
"Vance wants to see the four of us," said Tobias.
"I worked for the CIA for a short time," said Callen. "I bet my CIA file could be activated and I could go to Langley undercover, a bitter NOC who has spent too much time in the Middle East."
"We'll discuss it with Vance," said Gibbs. "Pack your gear."
NCIS
Gibbs, Tobias, Callen, and Tony entered the bullpen looking worn out from the interrogation and flight. They dropped their bag by Gibbs desk.
"Tim, Ziva, Andrews gave up the information. I need you two to work with DiNozzo's team on the CIA mole," he said.
"Should I talk to Ray?" Ziva asked.
"No. We have to handle this as if no one can be trusted," said Gibbs.
"But, he is my fiancé," she said.
"Do you want to remove yourself from this assignment, Agent David?" asked Tony, assuming the role of SAC. "It won't be held against you."
"No, I can do my job," she said.
"Then do it, which is listen to your supervisory agent," ordered Tony.
Gibbs smiled. Tony had taken those final steps to become a great leader. His history with Ziva didn't matter, what mattered at the moment was they get the job done.
The four men headed up the stairs and into Vance's office. Tobias and Gibbs updated him on Andrews and the information received from him then Callen made his suggestion about his going undercover at the CIA.
"Agent Fornell, I'll speak to your director about putting together FBI Swat teams to pick up our two hit squads. I'll recommend that you be placed in charge," said Vance.
"And my idea," said Callen.
"I'll need to talk to the CIA Director," said Vance.
"What do we do until then?" asked Tony.
"Shower, eat, rest," said Vance, "and Agent DiNozzo, I'll need to know your answer soon about what we discussed."
"I'll have it for you in a day, two days tops," said Tony.
Chapter Eleven
Tony stood under the hot water coming from the shower head. It relaxed his tense muscles, making his tired body long for a soft bed. Closing his eyes, then he lowered his head and allowed the stream of hot water to loosen his neck. Suddenly he felt soft arms around his waist and a familiar body up against his.
"This better not be Deeks," Tony smiled.
"Are you trying to insult me?" Kensi asked.
"No," he answered. "You know I love you."
"I love you, too," she said then reached down and started to get him excited.
"Umm, Kens, we have to talk," he said.
"Talk later," she said as she started to nibble on his neck."
"Honey, I've been offered a new job," he said.
She pulled back and almost seemed like she was going to bolt out of the shower, but Tony stopped her.
"Kens, it's not bad news. It just news. Listen to me. I'm not going to desert you. I wanted to tell you so that we could make a decision together," he said.
He turned around and shut off the water then faced her again.
"What's the job?"
"Vance wants me to start an OSP here in DC. I'd be the SAC and Operations Manager and I talked to G and he said he'd try to convince Sam and Deeks to join me. I want you to be there, too. I'd only take this job if you said you'd be here with me in the same office, in the same house, sharing the same name," he said.
"Same name? You mean you want me to marry you?" she said.
"Yeah. I know Kensi DiNozzo. It doesn't really roll off the tongue, but…"
Before he could say another word her mouth was devouring his mouth until they were both out of breath.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
"Yes," she smiled. "On one account. I work for OSP and I'm on a team."
"So you want me to take the job?" he asked.
"You know as well as I do that you starting an OSP here is great for your career. I want you to do this," she said.
"Kens, I don't deserve you," he said then kissed her.
NCIS
Callen was back at Langley. His time with the CIA was short, but he memory of the place long lasting. He left the CIA for the DEA then for NCIS. Each place he was the perfect undercover operative, but it was only at NCIS that he started to feel like he belonged there.
So far his week had gone slowly, but effectively. He gone through a series of debriefings done by men and women who didn't realize he was making it all up. He'd left them with the impression that he was a man on brink of either a breakdown or going rogue. He was bitter, angry, and slightly paranoid.
Now sitting in the cafeteria with a hot cup of tea before his meeting, he watched people checking him out, especially a nice looking man with large ears and an easy false smile.
"G Callen, I'm Ray Cruz," said Ray offered his hand. "I've read your file. You're a legendary NOC."
"And you're?"
"Field Operative. The rumor is that your days as a NOC are over and you are looking to come in from the cold," said Ray.
Ziva's boyfriend. Please, don't let him be the mole. DiNozzo will be batting a thousand with her boyfriends. Callen smiled at him.
"Sit if you want," said Callen.
"So are you looking for a new department?" he said sitting down.
"I'm tired of it all. I just want a change," Callen grunted.
"Ahh, well, it seems like you are suffering from moral morass of being a spook too long. Let me guess, you've seen too bad sights that keep you up at night and not all of them have been perpetrated by the enemy, the bad guys. Some of them are good by us, the good guys," said Ray.
If you sound like a recruiter and you work for the CIA already, it usually means you are recruiting for your own agenda. You, Mr. Cruz, are probably the mole.
"Actually, I found that the good guys didn't do some but did most of the bad shit that keeps me up at night," Callen said.
"You better not say that in your next interview," said Ray, "or they might not let you leave the building."
"I'd take more than one with me before they got me in a cell," said Callen with a bitter smile.
"I like you Callen," he said
"And I don't know you, Field Operative Ray Cruz," said Callen.
"What if I told, Callen, that I am a like minded person, a man tired of US causing bloodshed and leaving pain and devastation, tired of the allies we make and how we protect them," said Ray.
"In other words you're a real patriot," smiled Callen. "As in the tree of liberty…"
"Damn it," ray growled the grabbed the chair beside him and knocked out Callen before he could take him down.
NCIS
Ray was handcuffed by Gibbs and Tony, who were stationed inside Langley to cover his six. As they marched him out of Langley to awaiting SUV which would take them to a plane to Gitmo, Ziva came running up and decked Ray a prefect right hook.
"You traitor," she spat on him.
Tony grabbed her by the arms and moved to her the side. For a moment they were locked staring at each other eye to eye. She could read his emotions of pain, sadness and regret and he could hers of guilt, desire, and something he didn't want to know.
"Please, let go of me, Tony," she said softly.
"I'm letting go," he said, "but don't attack him."
"I trusted the wrong man once again," she smiled bitterly. "You were only one I should have trusted."
"I've got to go. We have to break him and find that last hit squad," he said.
"Of course," she mumbled.
He hustled into the SUV along with Callen and Gibbs and was gone.
Epilogue
"Successful mission, Tony. Now let's make this a completely successful visit to DC, what's your answer?" asked Vance.
"I'll take the job, sir."
Vance smiled: "That's what I wanted to hear."
"Callen, Sam, Deeks, and Kensi will definitely come with me," said Tony. "I'll need contingency agents, another team, intel analysts, techs… the whole shebang."
"We'll begin checking out potential sights for the OSP DC once you are back from LA," Vance said.
"Our flight is in two hours and I'll be back at the end of the month," said Tony.
Vance stood up and offered his hand. Tony stood up and shook it.
"I look forward to your return."
NCIS
Ziva came in looking tired, dark circles under her eyes. Ray being the traitor had set her back emotionally. Gibbs forced her to take a few days off and now she was back at work.
As she came passed the desks used by Tony's team she noticed that they were empty. This did not improve her mood.
"Gibbs, where is Tony and his team?" she asked.
"LA," he answered.
"Damn it, Gibbs," she hissed, "I never got to talk to him, to really talk to him."
"Don't worry about it, Ziva," Gibbs said. "He'll be back. He's opening an OSP in DC."
"He'll be back," she said softly.
"Yeah. Gives you time to really think what you want to say to him," he said.
"I will, Gibbs. I will think about what I want say to him."
