Quantum Mistake

By Kushie

I do not own NCIS: I do not own Anthony Dinozzo, L.J. Gibbs or any other team members.

Try to understand that some English spellings and types of dialogue differ from the

American ones. We also capitalise a lot of words some countries don't recognise

as true nouns and don't even get me started on Predicate Verbs or the over use of

Commas. Let alone listed Adjectives.

This story bears no relation to any of my other stories. It is set in a totally different Universe.

Warning! Alternate Universe. Many Characters act out of Canon!

Don't like don't read.

Chapter Nine: A Happy Holiday.

While Tony and Jethro cleared away the remains of the wrapping paper. Jack brewed a

pot of fresh coffee, made Tony a new milkshake, then lifted, the tray of generously filled

mince pies, out of the oven. Once they'd all returned to the lounge. Gibbs switched on his tv and

Tony slid the first of his X-Men films in to the DVD player. They all settled down to watch the movie.

For once Tony didn't give a running commentary. He slouched back on the sofa, with his feet up

on the cushioned footstool. Jethro exchanged a satisfied glance with his father.

Tony had his puppet on his right hand and as he stared at the television. He continuously stroked the

cat with his left. The whole atmosphere was warm and peaceful. Jethro silently mused " His strange

new persona aside. Tony has never looked so relaxed or so content." Jack however noticed that the

little plastic monocle Tony had found in his cracker was now covering the cat's left eye. It seemed to

fit precisely into the puppet's eye socket without falling out, Not even when Tony shifted his position

slightly, to reach for another pie.

They had turkey sandwiches for supper. Eating off their laps in the lounge. Tony tried to stab a

pickled onion with his fork. He failed and it shot off his plate straight into the fire. Where it hissed

and popped, before exploding and whizzing up the chimney. The other two laughed and Jethro joked

"I don't know how you ever catch felons Anthony. You can't even hold onto a pickled onion."

He blushed then joined in the laughter.

He had his dream again, that night. Only this time, something was different. Instead of mewing fearfully

From an unreachable distance. Vinni rode, in satchel that hung from his shoulder.

The creature had changed too. It didn't seem able to come close. As Tony raised his staff, it shied

back roaring in pain. It's arms raised, as if to protect itself, from the fire. The Amber now flashed.

Silver Hair had changed too. He was Standing at Tony's shoulder as his equal. Princess Bunches

still lurked behind. But she now seemed to be speaking an invocation, from some sort of holy book.

The Elven Lord and the Eastern Assassin were quietly moving within the trees. Clearly seeking to

out flank the monster.

Tony sat up suddenly. He shivered! It was still dark. His small travel alarm clock told him

It was a few minutes past midnight. Tony shivered again. He frowned This time the dream had been

different. A lot different! It was almost as if the team, together had defeated the Grey Woods Beast.

Tony pondered this new development.

Outside an owl screeched, startling him. Tony was sure he read somewhere. That, some cultures

considered the owl to be a bird of omen. For a second Tony felt as if the darkness was closing in

on him. His breath quickened, fear bubbled up. But then!

He sensed more than saw Vinni, perched on the small bed side table. He reached for his cat and

touched the small carved replica at his throat. He gained comfort from them and the Amber Paperweight

Even in the darkened room, it glowed, as if lit by some inner light Tony moved it closer, to a point

Where he could see it laying down. Then drawing Vinni to his chest, he wrapped his right arm

around the puppet and with a sigh slid back down onto the pillows. The sigh became

a low snore. Tony slept!

TBC