Ballroom Blitz 7
Jake looked down at the now still body of Tony DiNozzo. The man who destroyed any chance of a happy ending. Finally, the struggle was over. Now, with the man dead, his daughter would be able move on and perhaps find another man to love. The man responsible for his daughter's unhappiness laid still in the hospital room floor.
"Would've been a lot easier if you just died the first time," Jake said to the still body before leaving the hospital.
Tony heard the footsteps leaving the room. He found it hard to struggle so instead, decided to play possum. And people always said watching Wrestling was a waste of time. Playing possum was something he had learned from The Hitman.
He climbed to his feet and entered the hallway. Sure he was supposed to be resting up and this couldn't be classed as recuperating. Hell, Brad would go ballistic. He sprinted to try and catch up with Jake Langenkamp. "Stop him," Tony called out as he tried to get other people's attention. He was shocked to see that nobody seemed to be paying any attention to two people running through the hospital. "Stop -," Tony said in between taking deep breaths. He hated the times when his body wasn't fully recovered and he was forced into physical altercations.
A doctor who seemed intent on talking on the phone moved his foot over to the trolley and dragged it before pushing it into the perpetrator's legs, knocking him to the ground. "And who might you be?" The doctor bent down.
"Nice move Brad," Tony was trying to catch his breath. "Surprising."
"You'll find I'm full of surprises and you know I love to go for the legs," Brad smirked. "What did this guy do?" Brad had learned awhile ago that it was better to act and then think long and hard about it.
"I need to call my boss," Tony said as he rubbed his head. "Just hold him there… McGee?" Tony was shocked to see him approaching.
"I'm surprised to see you running about," McGee had seen the commotion that had been going on but was unable to help out.
"What happened to you Probie?" Tony asked.
"I got whacked over the head with a frying pan," McGee said. There were no ill effects now but he wanted to check in on how Tony was doing. It was a matter of killing two birds with one stone. He grimaced, that was thinking thoughts better not thought.
"You got whacked?" Tony laughed. "Well, you can watch him while I tell the unholy trinity that we have their man," he said.
NCIS interrogation
It seemed that just being out of his Bethesda Blues he felt a whole lot better. That's what he'd named the pajamas they issued. Now he just had to convince his eagle-eyed boss that he was fine.
"You look much better than we last saw you," Harm observed.
"Coffee Fornell?" Tony offered one of the extra cups to Fornell.
"Thanks DiNutso," Fornell responded.
"Harm?" Tony held out the coffee.
Harm's attention was still focused on what was going on in the interrogation room. "No," he simply answered. The coffee was still in the outstretched hand, beckoning to be taken. "You're going to force that coffee down my throat?" Harm asked.
Tony dumped the coffee into the bin and exited the observation room. He had hoped that the offering of coffee would be seen as a peace offering. Instead the olive branch was broken and thrown away.
"Hey," Harm said to get Tony's attention.
Tony thought about ignoring him but decided to turn around and face the man following him. "What?" Tony almost snapped but held himself back a little. "I offered you a peace offering and you knocked it back," Tony said. Normally, he didn't care what a lawyer would think but this was different.
"What?!" Harm asked in a shocked tone. "That coffee was a peace offering? Why would you even give me a peace offering?"
"Look, I said some things that I shouldn't have. It's just, I don't know, things get really weird when I'm on pain pills," Tony simply said. It wasn't really an excuse, it was more of an explanation.
"Look Tony," Harm said softly. "If the worst thing I get called in one day is a bastard, then I class it as being a great day," Harm explained to him. "To tell the truth, I think lawyers are bastards as well. But I didn't take the coffee because I didn't want one," he added.
Tony nodded in response. It didn't seem to take much to put some things into perspective. For a lot of reasons, he despised lawyers but for some reason Harmon Rabb was tolerable. "Well if it's any consolation I don't think of you as a bastard," Tony said.
"Bullshit," Harm laughed. "You still think I'm a bastard… I'm just the likable kind," he said cockily.
"Yeah sure," Tony laughed back.
Outside NCIS building
Harm lit up the cigar once he met up with Gibbs and Fornell. "You know if word gets around that we can work together, they'd expect it all the damn time," Fornell said seriously.
"Damn right… But put it this way. They won't send us on those stupid conference things again," Gibbs put in the plus side.
"If we have to work together again I want to be a bad cop next time," Harm laughed.
"Yeah right," Gibbs responded. "Nobody would believe you to be a bad cop," he hid his smile behind the cup of coffee.
"Everyone," Jenny greeted as she approached the three. They all turned to face the NCIS director. "We're setting a date for another gala event since the last one was a miserable failure," she informed them on her way past.
"Aw, hell," Gibbs sighed in anguish. That was the last thing he wanted to hear. "I don't see why we have to attend," Gibbs stated.
"Yeah," Harm replied after taking a puff. "Failure? I doubt it… Since it did improve interagency communication even if it was just for the one case," he added.
"Damn straight," Fornell answered. "Huge success and I think we've learned to communicate very well," he said.
"Yeah," Gibbs said. "I tell you if I have to attend one of those events again I'm going to drive my car off the nearest cliff," it was an idle threat of course.
"Oh come on Jethro… I saw that your boy loved playing Bond for a night. He'd love to have another go at it," Fornell smirked.
"Well Sacks didn't seem to mind at all and neither did you or Faith Harm," Gibbs responded quickly, daring them to argue that point.
"Point taken," Harm said with a huge grin. "It wasn't all bad though… Well besides the bad food, your agent getting poisoned it turned out very well," he said. He should've realized it sooner to stop the words from exiting his mouth.
"Very well?" Gibbs found him self ready to explode.
"I mean, he's alright, the night ended early and the alcohol was good," Harm shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds like a good night out to me," he kept the mood light.
"Where is your boy Jethro?" Fornell asked.
"Abs took Tony home to look after him Tobias and Ziva is taking care of McGee," Gibbs answered.
"I swear if one more person calls me Tobey I'm going to kill DiNutzo," Fornell said.
"There's my ride," Harm said as a car pulled up. "It's been good working with you two. Now I know that co-operation is possible," he said.
"Drink at my place Tobey?" Gibbs asked.
Fornell grunted in response. He should have seen that coming. "Lead the way Leroy," he said in return.
Heather waited on the other side of the glass for her father to sit down in front of her. "Hey Heather," Jake greeted in a resigned tone. It was difficult to be in this predicament but knew the reasons why he did it.
"Dad," Heather wiped away a tear that had escaped.
"Be brave," Jake told her. "I knew the consequences and I still did what I did. He knows how he had hurt you. I made sure to tell him what he'd done," Jake said as he put his hand on the glass. "I made sure he had suffered so that it could alleviate some of the pain you felt," he said.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Heather's lips. "Thanks… I didn't want it to be this way," Heather said. She wanted to stay strong.
"I know Heather," Jake stated evenly. "But as I said before… Nobody fucks with a Langenkamp and gets away with it," he said. "The way you can thank me is to live happy and I'll see you when I'm released," he said. "I love you."
"I love you to dad," Heather responded before leaving.
A/N: Thanks for sticking with this story... Special thanks to those who nominated Hell From 12 and Easter In Stillwater for Fanfic awards. I must say that I'm really surprised at that.
Also I loved this story. I love the idea of the Unholy Trinity. LOL. I'm not sure if Smoking is permitted just outside the NCIS building. But I think Harm should be allowed to smoke his cigars anywhere he wants to.