Hello to all the boys and girls who are following this foolish homage of mine, to Mincka83 and her wonderful universe. I hope you all enjoy who my muse is picking on today. This one has no Beta as the rest of them do not as well. Because lmill123 mentioned him in one of her/his reviews.
He was in a foul mood, he freely admitted that he was an unmitigated bastard, he saw no reason to change not after all of these years.
The first thing he did after entering he apartment was to take off his eye patch and toss it on the table in the entry way. He hated the damn thing and the way it felt. But not as much as he hated the bastard that tortured him taking his eye in the process. One could say it was just desserts for it was his own protégé, Jonas Cobb, who had done it.
He couldn't say what exactly made him draw his weapon as he went further into his home, a sound, a smell, it was just a feeling that something was off. He carefully stepped further into his home clearing and checking as he went. Nothing seemed out of place and he didn't see anyone either.
Putting his weapon back in it's holster he went straight to the kitchen with only one thing in mind a tumbler full of ice for the Scotch he wanted to drink. After flipping on the light switch he saw what had set off his senses someone had been in his home, and his money was DiNozzo.
His kitchen has been rearranged and labeled with large lettered labels and in some places braille labels.
Abandoning the glass he went and to his bedroom open the closet door he found a chart stapled to the door. The chart was broken into sections with a little blue man wearing white pants with a matching pants holding a matching outfit for him. The last little man wearing a red hat and pants was holding out a weapon with a note saying it matches everything. Even his books have been replaced with large type editions. Left on his desk he can see two large magnifying glasses with bows on them.
Slamming the closet door he goes to the bathroom and sees more of the same, labels in large letters and braille in some places as well.
On the toilet lid a stuffed dog holding a paint brush, he picks up the dog getting ready to throw it when he sees it has a tag he reads it. "Look inside. Aim and practice, love Billy." Lifting the lid he sees an aviators crosshairs painted inside the toilet.
That was the last straw it was early in the day but late for him. He had just come back from being undercover for three days. The rumors that he had been fired and abandoned were just that, rumors. Once you join the 'company' you were in it for life. Even after that if the "company" had a use for your body they used it no questions asked.
Without any hesitation he entered the bullpen of MCRT, Gibbs' team.
"Ah, if it isn't Snake or maybe Captain Hook, better yet Plankton all one eyed villains. Except for Snake he was just an all around bad ass." Tony says as he stands and goes toe to toe with Kort.
"Do you need something Kort?" Gibbs asks as he walks up behind him.
"Yeah, this trouble maker, you call an agent, trashed my apartment I want it put back the way it was, now."
"Just what is he suppose to have done?"
The team listens as Kort describes just what he found. Not interrupting him as he goes into detail, when he gets to the part of the cross-hairs in the toilet Ziva and Tim lose it and laugh.
"I'm so glad you find it amusing. I want it fixed and I want it done now." Kort demands.
"Well it wasn't DiNozzo, we just got back an hour ago from New York we were their for a week. You're just another in a long line of people that have been hit by a group of classified trouble makers. We can't find them and anytime we even get a hint of where they are, they vanish. Their calling card is the smurfs that is how you know it's them. But you are in good company they've hit the SecNav, the Director, Ducky the list goes on ."
"So what are you doing to find them?" Kort spits out.
"As of right now nothing. Grab your gear we have a body." Gibbs orders.
They rest of the team quickly follows Gibbs leaving Kort standing alone in the bullpen.
"Is there anything else we can help you with Agent Kort?" Vance asks as he walks down the stairs.
"No director Vance."
"These men have not caused any real damage, and in some cases they have brought smiles to the targets they choose. Until they cause real damage we have bigger crimes to solve."
"I understand." Still seething and because his hands are tied. Kort leaves angrier than he arrived.