In the Light of Old Age
By PaBurke
Summary: Sequel to Moonlighting
Distribution: TtH
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine, no infringement intended. Just play and more play.
Spoilers: HL and NCIS.
Rating: for language
AN: I just couldn't get the idea out of my head.
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"Finally."
Methos looked up from his work. "Joe?" he asked.
Joe smiled, a little distracted. "A Watcher finally sent in his report. I only had to call him twice."
"Which one?"
Joe glared.
"What?" Methos grinned engagingly. "I like to keep up with my old friends."
"Are any of your old friends friends?" Joe sniped.
Methos shrugged. "Some. So which one reported in?"
"McGee."
Methos thought for a moment. "Sharron and Dave's boy?"
Joe was surprised. He had forgotten that Methos like keeping abreast of the Watchers as well as the Immortals. "Yes."
"He's watching DiNozzo, the Italian, right?"
Joe nodded.
"It's good to have a lot of information while they're young. DiNozzo's one of the ones that will be around for a while."
"Is that your professional opinion, or . . . your professional opinion?" Joe quizzed.
Methos rolled his eyes. "Yes."
"I'll bring you a beer," Joe bribed.
"I'll get the beer," Methos snorted. "DiNozzo is often underestimated. He encourages it to extremes, but the boy always lives on Holy Ground, spends most of his time on military bases, which are also Holy Ground. And other Immortals tend to shy away from anything military. He adapts to the years quite well and has a family that protects him father to son. I'm not sure what DiNozzo will do since this latest couple posing as his parents is barren but he'll think of something. DiNozzo is a master at the rapier but is familiar with all sorts of weapons. He carries a gun and is not afraid to use it. He doesn't mind bending the rules and doesn't take himself too seriously."
Joe found himself nodding in agreement. Then a suspicious thought came to him. "Did you mentor him? We've never found record of his teacher."
Methos grinned. "How about that beer? You want one too?"
The Old Man was gone before Joe could do more than stutter.