"Yeah, I know"
"You knew? Then what the hell were you doing running around riskin-"
- Pause -
"Reeeaaaly?"
2001
He had seen the raised eyebrows and the weird glance Pacci gave him when he had requested – demanded – to see Dinozzo's files.
Pacci of course had guessed what was on his mind – he better – and had gotten him the files ASAP.
He was now looking through them, it didn't say a lot about the brash detective that had taken him down with some good force and some good natured bite.
He couldn't help but assess the young detective, a good muscular built and a fierce glare.
Dinozzo was quick witted, he had caught on with him in mere seconds something his partner had been unable to do and to be honest Pacci hadn't been able to do either.
He quickly glanced through the file again, born and raised in Long Island, his mother had died young – something he had experienced himself too – then was shipped off to boarding school to be exact Rhode Island Military Academy.
He paused there, who the hell sent their kid to military school at that age? He frowned and decided that perhaps Dinozzo just hadn't been a good kid.
He read further, graduated from Ohio state university and broke his leg there was also a note in the file on his accident – at the infirmary there had been a speculation note for what it didn't say – he briefly stopped at the note, a lot of different scenes flashing through his head.
He ignored it and read further, a degree in criminology, a physical degree, a psychological degree, overall Dinozzo seemed like a smart person.
He had both recommendations and reprimands from the departments in Peoria and Philly, that was unusual.
Dinozzo was a smart, young detective but ran his mouth too much – read one comment from one of his former chiefs.
Well he could image that.
The whole time that he had spent time with the kid he had been talking non-stop, nonetheless it wasn't completely useless talk it had made some sense.
He even found himself enjoying it.
The constant movie quotes, the big mouth that literally talked about everything he encountered – it made him wonder how someone could put up with the brash detective.
In the car back to the predict he had assured Dinozzo that he was a undercover cop, he had seen Dinozzo's eyes wander over his body again – they stopped by his haircut – he then had said that he was NCIS and by the looks of it Dinozzo didn't have one clue about what it was so he said 'navy cop' and then the Detective just snorted at him.
He had assumed that the brash Detective would just let it go and check it at the predict but Dinozzo already had pulled out his phone and apparently texted someone, his eyes shifted towards him a few times – still an assessing glare.
Dinozzo was a good cop who didn't jump the gun – or at least he got that feeling and his gut wasn't wrong many times – and although he had a big mouth he could see why he had been promoted Detective.
And if he was right about Dinozzo, the young man probably wouldn't work by Baltimore PD by the end of the case which was pretty soon because he couldn't see Dinozzo working along with his dirty partner any longer.
Dinozzo probably wouldn't report it but he couldn't blame the younger man, it's not a choice easily made.
But if everything went according to plan Dinozzo would probably hear – and see – Danny Price a lot less because traveling between Baltimore and DC was pretty tiring and he needed his agents in top condition.
The elevator dinged he looked up, he saw Dinozzo standing there, arrogant as hell with a smug grin and a leather jacket.
He hoped to god that he wasn't making a big mistake.
".. The glare of that skylight is ridiculous"