The Grey Woods Beast
By Kushie
I do not own NCIS: I do not own Anthony Dinozzo, L.J. Gibbs. I do not own the other team members.
Don't own SG1
Firstly hello and thank you! To all you nice reviewers and followers. A special mention to the guests.
Who I can't message back to. You kind words are appreciated.
Please understand that some English spellings and types of dialogue differ from the American
ones. Some of us put the letter 'U' in a lot more word endings. I'm sorry if you find this awkward
It's second nature to me. As is putting certain words, in front of the verb, instead of after
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 Ten: They're Mine!
Tony was carried back to camp on a stretcher. He remained unconscious, for several hours.
Jethro didn't want to leave him. But had no choice. Things had to be talked over. Abby and Ziva
took turns, to sit beside, the somnolent agent.
The other injured were all taken to, a now extended, medical tent. Among these was
Anthony Dinozzo Senior. Despite the kidnapping, he was actually unharmed and within an hour, was
complaining about the accommodation. Ducky had never liked the man and now used his authority.
"Mr Dinozzo!" he barked above the older man's, whining, complaints. Senior's voice faltered.
"Kindly keep your voice down. I would ask you to remember that all the injured people you see
around you, were in fact wounded in your rescue." Dinozzo flushed. "You could at least have the
courtesy. To allow them to rest." Ducky put him firmly in his place.
But not for long. Anthony Dinozzo Senior , had such an inflated ego. He saw it as his right, To be
included in the major discussions Taking place amongst the heads of the camp. He was also anxious to
lay his hands on Tony's weapon and semi-robotic cat. He knew that the patents on them was going
to be worth millions. But he had reckoned with out Leroy Jethro Gibbs. As Ducky had declared him fit,
Gibbs now made arrangements. To get rid of the annoying man. He refused to leave without his prizes.
"I want to see my son first! He and I have much that needs to be talked over."
"You have nothing to discuss." Jethro growled. But Senior insisted.
Tony had only woken a few minutes before, Senior marched into his tent. The older man regarded his boy.
"What the hell, do you think you look like?"
"His appearance is not his fault!" Gibbs answered. "He was caught in an explosion."
"Rot! No explosion would cause that."
"It was nuclear in nature." Dinozzo Senior hhrumped.
"That doesn't excuse how he looks. He could dye his hair and cut it."
"It won't hold a dye," Tony said quietly. "I've tried, and every time I cut it. It grows back." Senior was not
pleased about this.
"Well! Fix it before you come home again. I don't want my friends thinking. I've spawned some sort of
Hippie Freak!" Dinozzo Senior then became predatory. "We will now discuss that technology. You will hand it
and all rights. To it's development to me" Jethro saw Tony's face become downcast and acted.
"He will not!"
"What?"
"It's clear you don't respect him. He saved your life this morning and yet you stand here insulting him and
laying claim to his property."
"Everything he has I provided for him. Those items are mine by right!"
"Wrong!" Gibbs snapped.
"That cat was bought for Tony as a Christmas present and the staff was made by me. They are nothing to do
with you." But Senior was not about to be denied of what he knew were marketable commodities."
"Either you hand them over to me Anthony or I'll disinherit you." If he expected capitulation? Senior was
about to be very disappointed, as his son drawled back.
"You already did that when I was twelve." Senior gulped then tried to regain the upper hand
"Now Anthony lets not quarrel. You will give me the rights, to your weapon and robot and we'll say no
more about it." Jethro could scarcely believe his ears. But Tony had over the previous few months, realised.
Who truly had his best interests at heart and learned the meaning of love. He rose from his camp bed.
Swaying slightly, he was still weak. But not so weak that he couldn't say. What had to be said.
"Anthony Dinozzo Senior. I no longer consider myself your son. If you ever try to contact me again.
I will resort to the legal system to protect myself and my property."
"What? Dinozzo repeated. "I am your father! How dare you threaten me?"
"Since you don't seem to understand polite English!" Tony drew himself up "Fuck off!" Senior blanched.
Jethro put a hand under his elbow.
"That I think ends the discussion." Senior clearly did not agree.
"Get your hands off me! This is none of your concern." He yanked his arm free.
"It is very much my concern! First and foremost Anthony is my agent. His welfare is always uppermost in
my mind. And!" Gibbs face was implacable "He's just made it clear. He's done with you!" He turned.
"Guards!" Tony's father turned even whiter. "Mr Dinozzo Senior is quite recovered from his ordeal.
Please escort him back to his originalhotel. I shall call ahead and arrange, for some of his own staff
To meet you and assume responsibility for him."
"Bu-Bu-But!" Jethro looked hard at the fat man. Silencing any further protests with his legendary glare.
He waited until the furiously blustering man had been forced out and away then looked round at Tony.
"If he tries anything at all, even a phone call? I want to know."
"You will boss!"
"Good! Now get back into that bed and rest."
"I can't! I need to.. I mean.. Vinni?"
"Tim and that Major from the Airforce are looking him over." he gave a rare smile.
"And we both know That there isn't anything, Computery. That Tim can't fix."
"Even still.."
"Bed now!" Jethro pointed. Tony gave in and sat back down on his campie. "All the way in!"
"Yes dad!" Tony joked. climbing in. He gave a slow sigh. Jethro went out. Ziva and Abby
were sitting nearby, on a fallen log. Jethro looked at Ziva.
"Ducky's orders! Dinozzo has to rest." She understood and promised.
"Don't worry! He will!"
"Good! Abby?"
"Yes boss!"
"He missed lunch. Go see what you can scrounge from the Mess tent."
"On it boss!"
"Good girl! And Abby.."
"Yeah boss!"
"You conducted yourself well this morning. I am very pleased with you." The Goth positively shone,
at the rare praise. Jethro then inhaled and squared his shoulders He'd got rid of one claimant to
Tony's staff and cat. But now he had a more formidable adversary. Roberts, and of course!
The Airforce General.
Aftermath
Strangely Roberts no longer seemed interested in Tony's staff. He was busy rounding up his men and
personally reminding them of their Oaths of Allegiance to the Federal Government Which include not
divulging the specifics of military operations. To either civilians or the press.
Jacob/Selmak was another matter. He wanted the Asgard weapon for the Tokra. But Jack this time sided
with the Navy guy. He knew the Tokra would probably figure out, how the thing worked. But were unlikely
to ever share the information. As for the Air Force if it was handed to them. Soon or later it would fall
into the hands of the NID Which would bring Tony to their notice. Everyone pretty much agreed.
That would be bad. If the NID knew? The Goauld could learn of him and as Daniel quietly pointed out.
As a Harsesis He'd be a perfect host. Any Goauld that infested a harsesis would gain enough
knowledge to defeat all the other Gods and rule supreme. A serious event The Tokra could never allow.
Jethro, because he had to understand the nature, of the threat to Tony. Found himself being read into
the Star gate program. The moment he was, a cold shiver ran up then down his spine. He quietly resolved
to take Ducky into his confidence. But only him. It wasn't because, he needed to share the secret.
It was, so that someone else would always be there. To protect Tony Should the unthinkable ever happen to
him. At length a few quiet decisions were made But none were officially recorded. Tony Dinozzo would remain
forever, unmentioned. His Staff and Vinni likewise. The monster was officially labelled as an ordinary kidnapper,
with a grudge against the armed forces. Thus closing the case.
The Unas was dealt with by Tealc, Jack and a Can of Gasoline. Before they and their team made a quiet farewell.
Tony was on a plane heading for Washington DC, by late afternoon. His staff once again safely nestling in a
holdall under his seat. Vinni lay purring on his lap. Major Carter hadn't fixed it. Tim had.
By simply replacing a burnt out crystal with one. From his travel alarm clock. Okay! When they got home
A more sophisticated isotope would be needed. But after his experiments with Quantum Mechanics.
Tim had a good idea what would keep the sentient toy running for a long time. Tony gave a long sigh. It was
half out of relief but more of contentment. Jethro smiled at his side. But he knew he had to be ever watchful
It was unlikely Senior would give up his claim to Tony's things that easily. But he had no way of fighting;
A Federal Protection Order. Which Jethro intended implementing as soon as they got home.
FIN