Disclaimers: I do not own NCIS and I never will.
Chapter 1
Tony smiled slightly. He remembered that Saturday well.
There he was. La Grenouille was there in front of him as promised. And Trent Kort was right. Jeanne was his daughter. He did know a lie when one was thrown at him and all he could see was truth. And it hurt.
The ride in the limousine was long but the time was taken away by the soft and humored filled conversation between him, Jeanne, and the Frog. They came up into a mansion. It was Victorian and quite astounding.
And then they entered.
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"Was I not telling you the truth?" Trent asked, pleasantly.
Tony was walking side by side with Trent Kort now. He was fingered with his hand while Trent held onto a newspaper.
"You were." Tony replied, solemnly. He couldn't believe Kort at first but he did after that day. So all he could do was wait until he would see Trent and that was a week after. "She loves him very much. Does he?"
"Of course," Kort said in a matter-of-factly tone. "He is a father."
Tony knew there was a catch. There was always a catch. "Why did you tell me? Don't you work with him? After all you must have told him after all the "tailing" that I'm a NCIS agent."
Trent laughed. "Oh, I did." He nodded at Tony's slight shock. "I took pictures of you and Jeanne. I showed them to him. He was quite interested in you especially your…" He paused for effect. "closeness with his daughter."
Tony stopped and so did Kort. "And what did he say?"
"That he liked white hats." Seeing Tony not understanding the lingo he grinned. "I told him that I was planning to persuade you by using Jeanne."
Tony didn't like the sound of that. He knew he meant but hurting her in some way and he feared. "But La Grenouille had other plans."
"Yes, you're catching up. Good." They entered a diner and sat in a booth. A waitress came by and asked for their order.
"A coffee." Tony merely said. Kort was analyzing him and said, "Same and make it dark."
The waitress nodded and left.
"He did imply that he might use you. But I'm not quite sure yet." Kort said.
The coffee was given to them at an amazing speed. They both took it and drank.
"And you want me to do something." Tony suggested. He knew that look. He knew why. He knew that if Kort wanted him to do what he thought he wanted him to do, he would do it.
"The CIA wants you to do something."
"And that is?"
"No one can know."
"Know what?"
"You will be undercover. You will infiltrate La Grenouille's business and get close to him. Your love for his daughter might soften him."
"Might is the key word."
"Indeed."
"How do I infiltrate when he knows about my occupation."
Trent took another sip of his coffee. He smiled a cool smile. "You don't know who he is and neither does his daughter. You will be in deep cover and the only people who know what you are really doing is you, me, and my agency."
Tony tilted his head. He wasn't sure. "My people can arrest you if they find out you're here on business."
"They can but they won't."
"I'm not working here in the States."
"But I am."
"Exactly."
"So I'm the tool that the Central Intelligence Agency needs."
"Not tool but a keen business partner."
"And what do I get out of this?"
"If you do everything right you will get your girl, be a hero to your country and to others, put away the infamous La Grenouille behind bars thanks to your agency the NCIS, and etc. All ends well."
"And what does the CIA gain?"
"We already have enough information on his associates and rivals. We will not get arrested. And my people will have a clever, great ally in the NCIS."
Tony pointed at himself while saying, "And I am that ally."
Trent nodded. His hands were folded and his eyes deceivingly intent and heated. "An ally that will have all of my people's insurance and resources as long as he lives."
"And you have approval when I don't."
"Take it of leave it, DiNozzo. You are already getting to know Rene Benoit. Now tell me… What happened in your first meeting with La Grenouille."
TBC