Disclaimers: I do not own NCIS, Tony, Gibbs, or anything else except this plot and the characters I made up.

Warning: SLASH.

A/N: This is another story I didn't update. Forgive me for my faults. I'm trying so hard right now. And as for Closer to Collision I am not going to update that until I see the season premiere of NCIS new season over again. Anyways I hope you all enjoy and review if you wish.

"Okay."

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What has gone with the world? That was what Tony thought when he heard Gibbs' answer. It was surreal! Never in his life did he hear such acceptance in the older man's voice. To Tony there had to be something wrong. It just wasn't right. Or normal.

"What?!?" That was the only thing he could say. Just that he didn't necessarily exclaim the word. Only in his head but still it felt that the word "okay" just punched him wordless.

Gibbs looked at him. "I said its okay." It seemed normal for him; that it was Tony who was acting strange.

No. This is not right.

Gibbs stared back at Tony's confused eyes. Ziva and McGee glanced back and forth between the two of them as if waiting for the fire to spark and the flames to burn.

Jen noticed the tension too. She took it as her duty to lessen it. "Well, that's good." She then pointed out, "Tony did try to tell you."

I did! Tony nodded fervently. His eyes looked from side to side before he agreed saying, "I did. I tried to tell you before the practice but you said later. And later never came."

The look that Gibbs gave Tony was indescribable. No, it's indefinable. The leader nodded a short nod as he switched his attention to Jen.

"Who's going to be with DiNozzo?"

Everyone else looked to Jen at the question. It was something they all had been thinking. If Ziva was truly taking on McGee's third role then who will team with Tony?

Jen had a readied smile on her face as if she knew the question would be asked. She took a disc that was in her jackets' pocket and threw it to Tony (who caught it easily).

"It's all in there." Jen directed to Tony, pointing at the disc that Tony was fiddling with. "Your two temporary teammates."

That was quick Jenny. "Lovely," he muttered as he slipped the disc into his computer.

All the attention rose up to the main screen. A picture of a very beautiful woman came up. She was a brunette, had lean tanned cheekbones, soft yet strong black eyes, and an angular tone to her face.

Tony and McGee jointly admired her. A "whoa" and a "wow" was muttered by both of them under their breaths.

Gibbs and Ziva raised an eye at both of them. One of them insulted. The other was displeased.

Jen merely smiled. "Her name is Marty Bloom. Senior Field Agent who has been given permission to transfer to Rota, Spain. Age thirty-two and holds excellent marks on weapons and interrogations."

She's beautiful. Interrogations and weapons? Nice. It was then it hit him. Jen was showing him two people who were going to be a part of his new team. She was making them work with him in Subdivision X. Smart move, Jenny.

Tony pressed enter on his keyboard and the other teammate came up. It was pale looking man who had rough green eyes and a pointy nose. He looked quite deadly to Tony and little out of whack.

"Damien Fester. Age twenty-nine. Also given an okay for a transfer to Rota. He specializes in languages and cryptology. Beat the CIA/FBI test."

He passed that! Whoa, genius in the room. Tony was impressed and slightly intimidated. It was both very helpful and scary to have two agents like that in his team.

Gibbs nodded. He noticed the Rota connection but luckily for Tony didn't think the younger had anything to do with it.

"The CIA/FBI test?" Ziva asked. That kind of test was something she didn't think exist.

McGee took the question. "Not a test given by those two agencies. It's a wit and quick test."

Ziva still didn't understand. "Quick and wit?"

Tony rolled his eyes jokingly. He grinned softly at her. "Quick and wit! A test given to all agents who volunteer for it. A test dealing with smarts for both books and streets."

McGee nodded and added, "Kind of like an IQ test-"

"But not exactly."

"It's more of a complexity kind of test."

Tony agreed and started counting along with McGee with his fingers. "Trick questions."

"Not so tricky questions."

"Questions that can't be answered."

"Question that can be easily answered."

"Trick questions with very tricky answers that make absolutely no sense."

"Or the other way around."

"Yup."

"And so forth."

Tony and McGee looked at each other with identical grins. They glanced to Ziva who looked like she didn't have a clue what they had said.

But looks aren't everything for she actually did understand. "Okay," she started, her brows no longer furrowed. "Something that shows how high a person's intelligence and instincts are."

"Exactly."

"Right."

Couldn't have said it better myself. Tony made his grin wider. Yet his eyed Gibbs cautiously, looking for any hint of anger or anything unpleasant.

"So when are we going to see these two?" Gibbs asked as Tony ejected the disc from his computer after successfully downloading it.

"Not today." Jen started to explain. "Since Marty is in a case with her boss Michaels. Damien on the other hand is undercover."

That doesn't explain a lot. Tony let her know it. "How long?" he asked.

"Bloom in two. Fester in three."

Wait, isn't Fester doing the Walter op? If the man was then Tony had to give props to the man. He himself had wondered if he could do the job. But I had other things to worry about.

Gibbs seemed to notice the circumstances too. He looked at Tony and Tony looked back. I guess you do think the same way I do Jethro.

"So the practices will be separate?" McGee asked. Ziva nodded in agreement.

Tony looked at them as if they didn't get the whole picture. So he answered for Jenny, "Um, yeah!"

Ziva glared right back at him while McGee muttered an "oh."

"Alright then." Jen said.

So the conversation about Subdivision X was over. Jen smiled upon everyone and left to her office. This left Tony, Gibbs, Ziva, and McGee alone together in silence; a very strange silence.

Once more tension filled the room and sent shivers down a few spines and exasperation down others. But it was mostly centered between Gibbs and Tony who were perceived as father and son rather then what they really were which was lover and lover in dispute.

Tony was now fiddling with the ejected disc. Now what? He was unsure of what to say. Luckily, McGee decided to start the inevitable conversation.

"So… When did the Director first get this idea?"

"And when were you going to tell us after you told Gibbs?" Ziva put in.

When? Good question Zee-vah! He silently glared at her in response and waited. After a few seconds he nodded. "Yeah, Director got after a meeting with me," he explained. Noticing the question that was on McGee's lips he continued dismissively, "And no I can't tell you what it is."

"She told me. I agreed. And to your question Zee-vah I was going to tell you with Gibbs after I tell me. But it's obvious that I never got the chance to do anything."

Tony let his eyes accuse Gibbs slightly. Sometimes I wish you would just listen. Not likely, but he hoped.

"Anything else y'all like to ask?"

No one answered. They all just stared at each other and at him. He could just see the thoughts roaming their heads, he could almost hear each accusation and questions, and he could see each pulse.

Each pulse showing a different beat was easily noticed by Tony. To him a pulse showed who exactly a person his. By speed, and etc he could see things that most won't. Ziva's pulse was smooth, and lethal. She was fit thanks to her Mossad training yet vulnerable if she would ever fall in love. McGee's pulse was short, and rapid. He could see the younger agent still evolving; still learning from others: a pupil. Lastly, he laid his keen eyes on Jethro. His pulse was steady, and strong. Tony knew that to be a man who knew what he wanted and got what he wanted. Me. He inwardly laughed. Not anymore.

No one spoke. So he didn't speak. He kept all that he knew inside. He let the others stay in the dark. They didn't know his secret.

He was leaving. No one can stop him. Everything is final.

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They rest of the day went by very quickly for Tony. It wasn't until the light of the sun finally faded when he went into Jen's office.

He sat immediately in front of her, sharing a smile.

"I think I'll like to start where we left off if that's fine with you Tony."

Tony remembered where they left off well. The details concerning his new mission were given and his identity was already made.

"The suit made for you worked out?" Jen asked in code.

Even inside her office a sense of caution and secret must be noted and it was. Tony knew that speaking in code was the only way to talk about the new op he had.

"Made in America," he replied with a dry smile. "Decent."

"No tears?"

That doubtful, Jenny? "If there were I wouldn't be wearing it right now."

Jen, relieved and certain, took out a file. She handed it to Tony to look over.

"Simple but thick. I'm sure this will loosen the tie a little bit."

Tony looked down at the folder and opened it. He saw all the information that he needed in Spanish slang.

"When does the sale come on?"

"Overnight."

Late as usual. Tony nodded. He accepted it but he was now concerned about another mission. "The CIA gave you any pains?"

"Not many." Jen replied. "They're very curious about your progress."

"A report needed soon?" He knew there would be one needed.

The Director shook her head. She looked tired. "No, they need it now. They expect you at Dawson Park by eleven tonight."

It sounds like their giving me an order. "Was it said respectively?"

"What do you think?"

I think the CIA better play nice. "They should treat us more nicely." Tony said, a little upset at the other agency's rudeness. "I've taken the job. They should be kind."

"I agree." Jen said. "But that doesn't mean they will."

Tony wasn't satisfied. "When I talk to them I will make them be kinder."

"Really?" Jen didn't believe him instead she thought of Tony doing what he said he would do with humor.

"Exactly," he said with his I-can-do-anything-I-think-of smile and raised his arms wide. "They were the ones who personally asked me to get the evidence. No offense."

"None taken."

Tony continued, "Out of everyone like Gibbs they chose me. I can convince them." Although I wonder why they chose me.

As if reading his thoughts –which happened a lot- Jen answered proudly, "Because you are a lot alike them."

Tony didn't believe her. Absurd.

"Don't throw away the thought so quickly, Tony." Jen softly reprimanded. "It's true. I heard it myself."

Interesting thing to have in my record book. "Fun!" he sarcastically exclaimed. "I'll make sure not to let it go to my head."

Jen laughed. "You do that, Tony." She then took out a remote and clicked.

A picture of La Grenouille filled every screen. Tony looked at all the different pictures for that one man deep into the eyes. He was getting so close to the man that it was at hand for him to infiltrate everything.

He decided to tell the director his confidence. "I'm getting closer and closer to him, Jenny. I'm so close."

Jen looked strangely at him. She wasn't sure what she saw in his eyes. She saw something lying in there. What was it? To her it was filled with passion and borderline obsession. It was dangerous. The mission was getting to him. Tony's resolve was dangerous. And it scared her.

"Stay cautious," she slowly warned. She didn't want Tony seeing her worry. She knew he would quickly dismiss it with a short answer and change the subject with a joke. "No one knows how informed the Frog really is."

"I know that." Tony insisted. "I know exactly how he works. You've taught me and I learned. I'm close and I'm ready to take him down." I'm ready.

Jen was skeptical. She already admitted to herself that going after La Grenouille was her Ari. But was the Frog Tony's? That was the problem. She didn't know. And she was afraid to find out.

Finally she said, "I'm just watching out for you, Tony. I'm doing what I know I can do."

Tony grinned. "Worry?" he suggested innocently.

"Funny." Jen replied. She nodded to the door. "I'll see you soon."

You too. "I see I'm not wanted." Tony pouted shameless, earning himself a soft slap to his back Jen who was holding the folder. "Bye!"

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Tony was currently walking back and forth, burning his floor thanks to his multitude of thoughts that wouldn't leave his mind.

Evidence. The damn Operation Red Door! So many ops to do. How will my transition to Rota be? The hell with my missions. How the hell will I tell Jethro? It's enough getting glares and the common head slaps but what would I receive in telling Gibbs that I have a promotion and I am going to live in Spain.

Spain? Why did I accept? Why did I say yes to you Jen!? He was waving his arms wildly around. Why? Damn it! He closed his eyes. Easy, DiNozzo, you know why you took the offer. He opened them. I did it because of anger. I did it because of Jethro.

He did it with all thoughts rampaging inside. He did it with the clearest of consciousness. He did because he was betrayed by the one person he loved most in the world. He had been wronged. And now he was ready to move on.

"Hey, DiNozzo."

He swerved to the voice. Gibbs. He smiled. "Hey, Jethro."

Gibbs nodded and headed to the kitchen. Tony muttered an "uh" and followed him.

"You're not mad?" He just had to ask. The lack of pure Gibbs vintage response had been bothering Tony for the past few hours.

"I don't mind competition, DiNozzo."

Wha-at? Tony blinked. He glanced at everything in his home. Confusion. It did things to him.

Jethro smiled beer in hand, as he stepped in front of his Senior Field Agent. "You heard me, Tony." His smile turned into a grin. His eyes amused. He gave Tony a wet and passionate kiss. Pulling away he huskily growled, "I don't mind competition." He spread his arms. "I welcome it."

Tony was speechless. Not only was it because of Gibbs' statement but because of the older man's kiss. It was breathtaking and so delicious. All he could really say is, "Um…" His eyes widen. He said it with a cross between a moan and a gasp.

Suddenly, something connected with the back of his head. His head immediately jerked forward in response as he bit his lip to conceal a cry of pain. His hand reached up to his head in both an instinctive and familiar way to touch the spot where Gibbs' hand had hit and massaged it. It was a typical move Gibbs expressed and showed. It was a typical move that Tony both loved and hated.

Gibbs shrugged at the accusation and annoyance that came to Tony's eyes after the customary head slap. He just drank his beer.

Thanks. Tony reached his hand out and grabbed the beer that Jethro was currently drinking. He took his own gulp from it. "That hit was a little harder than normal, Jethro," he noted.

Taking the bottle back, Gibbs replied, "You deserved it."

"For the Subdivision X thing?"

"Yeah."

Right. "I did try to tell you."

"I know."

"But-" Before he could finish his thought Gibbs pulled him into an embrace. They kissed. The kiss was powerful. Tony totally forgot about what he was going to say. He just fell into Gibbs' possessiveness and let himself become one with his love.

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It was two a.m and Tony left his home and Gibbs. It was time for him to go to the meeting. He didn't take his car. He didn't want Jethro hearing him leave. He instead went on foot toward the Stratford Park and Cemetery.

It was not a long walk to him. Sure, it would seem so to other people but it was enough. His stamina was large and strong. He could make it. The walk took Tony about thirty minutes to arrive in the somber and old tombstones that stood in the fifty year old cemetery.

He took out the piece of paper from his left pocket that he got from his doormat. On the slim paper said: Go to teh yungoset cmteerey hree.

All words that still have the same first and last letter can still be read. Tony shook his head. The CIA and the NCIS? He would have thought it to be absurd. But it was happening and it was surreal.

He then took a different slim of paper that was also under the doormat. He read: Scerah for the gavre wtih no nmae.

A grave with no name? So much for anonymity. Tony shrugged. Whatever they want will happen. Great! So he started his work. He went down the first aisle of tombstones which had epitaphs one by one hoping to find one without a name.

Out of all the meeting places you had to create Brendan you had to make it a cemetery at a dead man with no name. He shook his head. It was completely ridiculous that he had to do this. It had been at least ten minutes to find the damn no-name tombstone. The Stratford Park and Cemetery was small in name but to Tony it was just too long.

"I swear I better get a reward for this," he muttered to himself as he continued looking up and down the many dead people's marks.

"You will get one if only you just stop being a poor sport."

Tony swerved towards the voice in surprise. It was Brendan.

"Hello, Anthony," the Central Intelligence agent greeted.

Tony glanced up and down the man in front of him.

Brendan was just as tall as Tony. He had blonde hair with brown highlights and greenish blue eyes. He was slim, had sharp strong cheekbones, and a pale like complexion.

"Hello, man of the Agency." Tony replied sourly.

"Hello to you, man of the Naval Service." Brendan quipped quickly back.

Tony smiled slightly. "Man of the Naval Service" sounded very dirty to him. So when he looked deeper into Brendan's eyes he knew that was what he intended it to be interpreted.

"Good one." He was impressed. He had never seen or heard such a thing from the serious, reserved, cold, calculating, and a little pompous Central Intelligence agent.

"I reserved my hidden talent until the opportune moment." The Agency agent said with a dry smile.

Tony raised an eyebrow. Did the agent just pull a Captain Jack Sparrow? 'Yup something is definitely wrong.'

"You never thought I had a sense of humor, didn't you Anthony?" Brendan was smiling brightly. That too was too highly unusual for the agent.

A smile that bright!?! You must be high. "Something's made you in a better mood," he acknowledged. "Better than the norm."

"I admit your talent for observation has improved."

Sarcasm! Now that's you, Brendan. "Thanks to my gathering of evidence of something that your superiors want."

Brendan gave a nod. "You pointed right," he admitted and made a swift movement with his hand. "There is nothing that you need to know that could make me smile as brightly I am smiling right." He inclined his head towards the badge Tony kept hidden in his coat. "Yet, my solemn attitude has yet decided to resurface. Tread carefully, Special Agent DiNozzo."

Tony sensed the threat. "Everything noted." He glanced at the grave with no name. "You made that?"

"No," Brendan answered with amusement. "It was there from the beginning."

Really? He laughed. "No way! That's interesting."

"Let's forget about this dead person and return to the real reason we're both here."

"Fine."

Brendan's eyes were quickly scanning the area. It was pure protocol and instinct for him to do so. He was cautious. He was clever. He would be ready for anything that came his way.

Tony noticed this. But he couldn't blame the other man. He didn't expect anything less from a person a part of any intelligence agency especially when it is a person from the agency.

Brendan started walking as if he finally got his bearings and an assurance of what is around him.

Seems a little too precautionary. Tony quickly caught up with striding man and said, "Spook to spook. Are we being tailed?"

"Possibly." Brendan just said the word without even thinking. To him it didn't make a real difference. There is always the possibility of being tailed. He heard Tony's curse an insult hidden under a breath. "Careful, I have sharp ears," he admonished. "Once again let us move on. Are you progressing?"

"Enough," Tony replied, ignoring the questioning look from Brendan. "But the fact that everything about this mission is unknown to me. It's pretty hard to gather that much evidence."

"Operation Red Door." The agent scratched the back of his head and continued, "Operation Red Door born in two thousand. Temporarily closed in two thousand and five but reopened thanks to a friend in the FBI. It involves drugs, arms dealing, hits, and etc."

"Who controls the whole thing?" Tony asked, his tone was filled with seriousness. The need for evidence was that urgent.

"We don't know yet. Everything is dealt in different codes every time we get something new. And the leader deals in cells."

Shit! "Cells?" Tony didn't like the word and the meaning of it. Cells were hard to locate and it exceptionally hard to locate the mother of all of them.

Brendan's lip quivered a little as if it was going to turn into something unpleasant. "Correct. I feared that it would have been so many years ago. But if my calculations are correct that evidence you are getting could get us straight to the leader of this group."

"If your histories of calculations tend to be correct than yeah, everything could work." I can't help but doubt you, Agent.

"Understood." Brendan heard it well. He went on, "Doesn't matter. My histories of calculations prove most puzzles."

"Then I'm dandy."

"Very well." With that Brendan stopped walking. He nodded at Tony, turned, and walked out from wherever he came from.

Tony watched him disappear. He was frowning. He never liked dealing with the CIA. They couldn't be trusted fully. They were spies after all and they lived in a wilderness of mirrors and smoke. But he did too yet they lived in it longer than him. He should be wary and he was.

Whether Operation Red Door will put him in danger is inevitable. Whether it would put his job at risk was a factor that couldn't be ignored. He had an eerie feeling within him. The CIA was up to something. And that something involved him.

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TBC

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A/N2: Well, that is done. I hope I can update this sooner. Review and enjoy your Fanfiction experience!