Tag to 'Yankee White'. I can't have been the only one mad that Gibbs didn't do anything about Tony being tossed out of a van, trapped in a body bag, into the middle of the road, can I?
Agent Axlerod followed Tony into the bullpen, almost nervous. Gibbs frowned when he looked up and saw Tony limping, and contact burns on skint that was visible.
"What happened?" He asked, standing up and watching Tony in worry.
"What happened, is those FBI goons decided to throw him out of the van, in heavy traffic, before just taking off. They were in the middle lanes, and didn't even bother to take him out of the bag. Which, might I remind you, is black, and it is very dark out there!" Axlerod ranted a bit, not happy about how one of their own had been treated. He supposed they could count themselves lucky they stopped the van before dumping him.
"WHAT!?" Gibbs demanded, and everybody looked up from their work, alarmed. A few reached for either their guns or their phones. They were ready to either call security, or restrain Gibbs. "Where were you?" He demanded of Axlerod.
"I was following them, several cars back. That's not the point, though. They didn't know I was following to pick him up. He could have been run over!"
Gibbs shot Tony a look before picking up the phone and calling Ducky. Once Ducky was there and looking Tony over, he barged his way into the Director's office.
Morrow looked up, startled. He was also cursing his luck, he was currently on the phone with the Director of the FBI, who was not happy about NCIS 'stealing' the body from them. "Gibbs, can it wait?" He asked quietly, putting his hand over the mouthpiece.
"No, it can't. I want to talk to you about two FBI agents throwing my agent out of the back of a vehicle, in the middle of the Beltway, into heavy, oncoming traffic, while trapped in a body bag. A black body bag, in the dark." He leaned over the desk, and Morrow mentally gulped.
Gibbs was in full papa-bear mode right now, there would be no stopping him. Instead, he put the phone on speaker and said, "Did you catch that, Rob?" His voice was tight, making his displeasure known. Gibbs jerked back, and then looked at the phone like it personally offended him.
There was silence on the other end. "My agents didn't say anything about that, I will speak with them, and get back to you."
"No you won't!" Gibbs burst out. He knew full well that those two weren't going to see any kind of disciplinary action for putting Tony in danger. At most, when he had Tony hide in the body bag, he'd thought that they would drop him off at the side of the road, not throw him out the back into traffic. "If I have anything to say about it, charges will be filed." He shot Morrow a warning look, who merely nodded.
There was silence on the other end of the line. "I will deal with it." Then the phone clicked and was silent.
Morrow snorted and pressed the button to take it off speaker and clear the line. "Yeah, right." He muttered. "I will get everything started on bringing those FBI agents up on charges. And I'll make sure they stick, somehow. Or that some kind of proper disciplinary action is taken. You go focus on who is trying to kill the president, or if it was even an attack on him." Morrow ordered, and Gibbs obeyed.
He wasn't at all happy about it, but he obeyed.
When he got down, Ducky was still there, and promptly announced, "Some minor 'road rash' type burns from the body bag and a few scrapes, a lot of bruising, and a very mild concussion. He'll be sore before too long, but there doesn't appear to be any real damage. No broken, fractured, or cracked bones, or lacerations. I do, however, suggest that he stay the night with someone. For the concussion, you understand. Just to be on the safe side."
Gibbs grunted and eyed Tony, who was looking resigned. Gibbs hadn't let him stay over at his house since the incident with Blackadder a year ago, and he didn't even know where Ducky lived. The older man refused to tell anyone, he wasn't even sure if Gibbs knew where Ducky lived! If he wouldn't even tell them, there was no way he would let him stay the night, even if it was on his own recommendation. He had no one to stay with, he was friendly with everyone, but...
"We'll stop by your apartment on the way to my house." Gibbs finally said, to Tony's shock.
"Are you sure, Boss? I don't want to be in your way..." Tony said, hesitant.
"Yeah, your room is still set up from the last time you stayed over." Gibbs shrugged, being nonchalant about this kind of thing was always the best approach to getting Tony to agree to it with minimal fuss. If you made a big deal out of it, then Tony was just more likely to put up a fight on the grounds of 'getting in the way' or 'not wanting to put anyone out'. Sometimes, Gibbs really wanted to meet every partner or 'friend' of Tony's who ever failed him or turned him down for exactly those reasons. He was well aware that he could probably count himself as part of that list as of the past year.
Ducky nodded in satisfaction. "I will be down in autopsy, I have an autopsy to perform and answers to find." He informed the two, and promptly left.
"I will start digging up this guys life, Boss." Tony said, and Gibbs nodded before sitting down so he could start going over what they already had, and got started on the paperwork for this case. It was easier if he tried to do it as they went along, or tried to do as much of it as he could preemptively. As Tony always said, 'work smarter, not harder', after all.
When Tobias Fornell showed up later to harass about the case, he happily watched him and his companion be escorted to Holding on charges of battery. As far as he was concerned, Legal was trying to bump it up to assault of a Federal Agent.
Tobias shot him a dirty look, but didn't resist. He knew he'd really screwed it up with Gibbs this time.
