Just a little something for you all. Not mine this world belongs to someone else. I do hope she has a very Merry Christmas and if Santa can hear my wish. I wish she would come come and treat us to new stories of our favorite SEALs
Tony left without a word to anyone as to where he was going, or who gave the orders for him to go. Gibbs found out by being called into Vance's office early on a Tuesday morning.
He walked back into the bullpen scowling. " DiNozzo will be gone for a while, you're both going to have to split his work."
"Where did he go this time?" Tim asks.
"Need to know, I don't have the need so you don't know. Higher ups called he went."
"I am sure there were other agent better qualified, why did they ask him?"
"I don't know Ziva why don't you go find out? Or did you forget about the chain of command?"
"No Gibbs I have not forgotten."
"Good! Get back to work."
Two weeks that is how long was gone. Gibbs walked onto the building early on Monday morning he was in a foul mood he had not heard from Tony and he was getting worried. Tony had gone on missions before but he had always found a way to let him know what was going on. This time nothing at all, it was not like him in the slightest.
It was just six thirty in the morning when he got off of the elevator he felt something was different as soon as he stepped on the floor, no danger just different. He walked with measured steps then came to a complete stop when he got to Tony desk.
His SIC sitting in his chair but, his head was resting on his arms on top of the desk, Gibbs could see half of his face a spectacular black eye and a bruise on his cheek. That is when he started to take in the rest of his agent.
Tony was dressed in along sleeved black tee shirt and black cargo pants, on his feet well worn black boots. He looked like someone that just came out of an undercover mission for black ops. He could make out a silver bead chain around his neck. In all the years he had known him the only chain Tony had ever worn was a gold cross he got from his grandmother.
He turned to put his coffee on his desk only to see a red stocking hat with an envelope laying on top of it. He ripped open the envelope and started to read quickly.
Your agent has a bullet wound through and through on his right arm, his cheek bone is cracked. One more thing he had a nice little knife wound on his left thigh fifteen stitches. He wouldn't take pain medication, so we slipped him a Mickey so we could move him and drop him off, should wear off around ten hundred hours. It was a pleasure to work with an agent who knows how to shoot and fight. Dr. Ducky will know what to do for him. Semper Fi Gunny. P.S. As for the mission if you have to ask then you don't know him very well, now do you.
He looked for a signature at the bottom of the letter but all he found was a blue paw print of a dog.
"One day DiNozzo I'm going to find out what in the hell you're hiding from me." He murmurs into the room as he leaves to hit the head.