Fair warning: This is a slight casefic, and I am by no means good with casefics so it's a little choppy... This will probably be my first and last casefic posting (after the next chapter), so please be light on the criticism...
Tony ran along the back of the bullpen, nearly bowling McGee over as he rushed past the younger field agent. McGee flew backwards to avoid getting knocked down "Holy shit! Tony, where the hell is the fire?!" McGee shouted as he bent down to pick up the files he'd dropped.
"Can't talk McGee! Gotta run!" Tony shouted as he looked over his shoulder, shrieking as he saw Gibbs rounding the corner at a fast pace, pushing himself to run faster down the hallway.
"Damn it Tony!" Gibbs growled as he slid past McGee as he pursued Tony down the narrow hallway.
McGee shook his head as he watched the two lead agents, then grimaced as he heard a clattering of metal hit the ground and several people – Tony and Gibbs included – cursing. McGee walked down the hall to see Tony pinned on the ground with Gibbs' straddling his things and holding both arms behind Tony's back, and the mail cart tipped over on its side.
"Where is it?!" Gibbs demanded as he patted Tony down with one hand, while continued to hold Tony still with his other hand and his legs locked against Tony's thighs.
"I don't have it!" Tony shouted, struggling against the iron grip pinning him to the ground.
Gibbs growled as he released his hold on Tony's hands, but kept the younger man pinned to the ground "Well then what the hell did you do with it?!" Gibbs ground out, staring at the side of Tony's face that was pressed against the carpet of the hallway.
McGee sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Uh boss… Tony… Uhm…" McGee stammered slightly, looking nervously between his two bosses.
"What McGee?! Spit it out!" Gibbs growled, turning his head towards McGee briefly, tightening his body down against Tony as the younger man continued squirming beneath him.
"Well it's just that… we're at work and uhm… this is… well… Kind of… distracting…" McGee continued nervously stammering, biting his bottom lip and worrying it between his teeth.
Tony shook his head and rolled ever so slightly, throwing Gibbs' off his balance just enough to be able to roll out from underneath the prison-pin and stand back up "McGee – Right now? Don't think either of us actually cares… Now… Gotta go!" Tony said as he took off down the hall once again, disappearing down the stairwell.
Gibbs sighed, shaking his head as he sat on the floor "Damn him… I show him one picture from when I was a kid and he steals off with it, doing god knows what with it… Probably going to be all over the NCIS newsletter and wallpapering every NCIS building from here to Tokyo…" Gibbs said as he pushed up to his feet.
McGee shook his head "Boss, actually we don't have an NCIS building in Tokyo… There is one in Japan and Korea, but not Tokyo." McGee said informatively, grinning slightly as he looked at Gibbs, who was flushed and sweating slightly.
Gibbs rolled his eyes as he looked over at McGee "Tim, only you would know where we have an office, and where we don't." Gibbs stated dryly as he leaned against the wall to try and recapture his breath.
McGee shrugged as he looked out into the bullpen "Fornell is standing in the bullpen… Did you guys have a meeting with him or something?" McGee asked, inclining his head in the direction of the FBI Agent.
Gibbs shook his head and pushed off the wall "Not that I'm aware of – Find Tony and tell him that we're working again, the picture will have to be put on hold until after work." Gibbs said as he stalked off back to the bullpen.
Gibbs waited for Tony to show up in the bullpen, which only took about three minutes, with Fornell at his desk – Both men sitting silently – until Tony bounced over to Gibbs' desk and sat down next to the man.
"Okay Tobias, what is it that you need?" Gibbs asked, cutting a glance in Tony's direction, a slight scowl on his face – obviously still pissed about the missing baby photo.
"I need you two to tell me what you know about Richard Stanton." Tobias stated plainly as he sat on the corner of Gibbs' desk, looking between the two men.
"Richard who?" Gibbs and Tony asked simultaneously, looking at Tobias with confused expressions.
"Richard Stanton." Tobias repeated as he withdrew a DMV photo from the file in his hand, slapping it down onto the desk.
Tony picked the picture up and chewed on his bottom lip as he studied the image "Hey! That's the guy from the club in Miami!" Tony squeaked as he showed Gibbs the photograph.
Gibbs furrowed his brows together as he grabbed his glasses and looked at the picture, "Oh, yeah I remember him… He was the guy trying to pick me up and take me out back… Huh… Okay, so why do you need to talk to us about him?" Gibbs asked, sliding the picture back to Tobias.
Tobias frowned as he picked up the picture "Someone at the club that you guys attended – and he frequented – saw the altercation that you three got into… As of forty-eight hours ago, Richard Stanton has been pegged as one of the FBIs most wanted for nearly thirty murder-rapes…" Tobias said as he twisted the picture around in his hands slowly, then slotted it back into the overstuffed file, "Why I need to talk to you? Because…" Tobias said as he grabbed a few photographs from the file, setting them on the desk and sprawling them out.
All of the photographs of the victims were older grey-haired men that looked unnervingly like Gibbs with blue eyes and sharp features, "Oh god…" Tony gasped out, clenching a hand over his mouth as his face paled considerably.
Gibbs wrinkled his nose slightly as he shifted through each of the pictures slowly – of crime scene photos, DMV photos, and after-autopsy photos. He shook his head as he set the last of the pictures down, flipping them upside down "What can we do to help?" Gibbs asked seriously as he looked up at Tobias with a raised eyebrow.
Tobias pulled a pen and notepad out of his coat pocket, "I need to know what happened that night at the club… From the minute he walked up to you, to the minute Tony put him on his ass – and yeah, I heard about that." Tobias said, looking over at Tony who was still pale and breathing deeply and slowly through his nose as he tried regaining control of the bile that was threatening to escape him.
Gibbs shook his head "Tony, I got this – You go on ahead." Gibbs said, inclining his head towards the bathrooms. Tony nodded as he quickly pushed himself up and raced out of the bullpen. Gibbs sighed as he rubbed at his temples slowly "Rick came up to me while I was ordering drinks for Tony and I… At first he was asking simple things… Where was I from, how long would I be in town for… then in an instance he started pressing to take me out back and 'show me a good time' and really, that's when Tony showed up – as if someone warned him… I don't have any more information than that, Toby…" Gibbs said, looking up at his oldest friend with a frown on his face. "And… Do not ask Tony about this – He's still not completely back to normal after the Luca fiasco… And I'm afraid what he already knows is going to set him back slightly…" Gibbs added quietly, a pleading look to his eyes as he stared at his best friend.
Tobias nodded solemnly "I understand Jethro… But I might need-…" Tobias started but Gibbs shook his head, slamming his palm into the desk.
"I said, leave him OUT of it, Tobias. That is your first, and last warning!" Gibbs growled dangerously, a venomous look in his eyes as he stood up, hovering mere inches from Tobias' face.
Tobias held his hands up in quick surrender, "Okay, I get it – You still don't let people mess with the boy. Even more now than before you were even married to him, it seems." Tobias said as he slipped off the corner of Gibbs' desk, collecting the crime scene photos and shoving them back into the file haphazardly. "Thanks for the help, Gibbs." Tobias said as he made a hasty retreat down the back stairwell.
Gibbs walked into the bathroom and frowned as he saw Tony sitting against the bathroom wall with a damp paper towel on his face. Gibbs slid down the wall and sat down beside Tony, "How ya feeling honey?" Gibbs asked softly, setting his hand over Tony's clenched fist.
Tony tilted his head down, letting the paper towel fall into his lap, "I'm okay… Really. You don't have to worry about me…" Tony said, his voice even conveying he felt fine.
Gibbs nodded as he smiled slightly "Alright then…" Gibbs said as he reached over to the paper towel, swiping the sweat off his forehead "Is it just me or is it hot in here?" Gibbs asked, looking around the bathroom.
Tony shrugged "Hot in here – Think the air conditioner is on the fritz again…" Tony said as he pushed up off the floor, then held his hand out to Gibbs, pulling the older man up off the floor.
Gibbs licked his lips slowly "Now… Where the hell is the picture, Tony?" Gibbs asked, pinning Tony with a harsh glare as he inched closer to his husband.
Tony squeaked as he backed up, his back hitting one of the bathroom stalls "I told you already! I don't have it!" Tony exclaimed as he inched his way off the bathroom stall and towards the exit.
Gibbs growled as he grabbed Tony's wrist, pulling the younger man back to him, pinning Tony up against the bathroom stall, "You may not have it on you, but you know where it is. Now tell me!" Gibbs growled in Tony's ear, latching down onto Tony's lobe with his teeth softly.
Tony gasped, his fingers digging into Gibbs' biceps, "Still… at work… work… Jeth… Oh… Oh god…" Tony moaned as Gibbs trailed several bites down the side of Tony's neck then licked and sucked to sooth away the sting left behind.
Gibbs nodded as he thrusted his kneecap between Tony's spread thighs, causing Tony to whimper and writhe against the stall door, "Oh I know where we are, Tony…" Gibbs growled as he continued tormenting Tony, leaving several deep purple hickey's along Tony's neck and jaw – well above the collar where Tony wouldn't be able to hide them.
When Gibbs released Tony, leaving the younger man breathless and holding onto his saliva soaked neck, Gibbs smirked as he headed towards the bathroom door "I want the photo back on my desk within the next thirty minutes, or we'll come back in here and I'll really leave an impression on you." Gibbs said firmly as he walked out of the bathroom.
Tony furrowed his brows as he staggered towards the sink, clutching onto the counter top with one hand, slowly pulling his other hand away from his neck and inspecting the deep purple marks and teeth marks that were incredibly visible on his flesh. Tony sighed as he rubbed at the marks while walking out of the bathroom, heading down towards the parking garage where he had left the image, safe and secure in the glovebox of Gibbs' challenger.
Tobias stepped out from behind the pillar next to Gibbs' challenger when he saw Tony approaching "Jesus, what the hell happened to you?" Tobias asked as he gawked at Tony's neck.
Tony shook his head as he slid into the passenger seat of the challenger, "Gibbs got hungry and decided my neck was as good a place as any to chow down." Tony said tiredly as he popped the glove box open and grabbed the photograph, slipping it into the inside pocket of his jacket.
Tobias furrowed his brows slightly, "Bit too much information… You need to keep your Pitbull on his leash. He damn near tore my head off for wanting to question you about Richard…" Tobias stated, leaning his arms on the top of the challenger's open door.
Tony sighed as he laid his head back against the seat, "If he tore into you, Tobias… He had good reason, he knows me better than I even know myself sometimes… Besides, I can't tell you a whole hell of a lot about the guy – I was on the dance floor when Stanton started chatting Gibbs up. This club goer warned me about the guy, and I stepped in… I told him to back off, kicked him in the chest and that was that…" Tony said, scrubbing a hand over his face tiredly.
"Hey, are you alright? You seem a little… out of it – Way more than what you should from what Gibbs obviously did to you…" Tobias asked, concern lacing his voice as he stepped around the door and crouched in front of Tony.
Tony nodded slowly "Yeah, I'm fine… Gibbs and I have been chasing – well… Gibbs has been chasing me all day today trying to get something back from me…" Tony said quietly, closing his eyes as he turned slightly in the seat.
Tobias frowned slightly, "Tony, I've seen you run 5K's before and never get this winded and tired looking… Maybe you should go see Ducky, or an actual doctor…" Tobias said as he set his fingers against Tony's pulse point in his wrist.
Tony shook his head "I haven't done a 5K in over five years, Tobias… I'll be fine, I just… I need a quick break… Gibbs gave me thirty minutes to get this picture back to him, and you're cutting into that time." Tony said dismissively, pulling his wrist out of his concerned friends grasp.
Tobias' frown deepened as he stood up and watched Tony squirm restlessly in the bucket seat of the challenger, a fine sheen of sweat coating Tony's face. Tobias debated whether or not he should call Gibbs down to the garage, but Tony seemed like he really just wanted to get away from his husband for a bit. He also considered calling Ducky, but knew Tony would likely kill him for getting the good doctor involved. Tobias sighed as he weighed the options, deciding that – as he watched Tony's face continually pale and the beads of sweat began raining off Tony's face – calling in some back up was definitely necessary, especially after having felt the younger man's weakened pulse, albeit briefly. Tobias pulled his cellphone out of his jacket pocket and shot a quick text to McGee, informing the young agent to send both Gibbs and Ducky to the parking garage, knowing that Gibbs wouldn't even read the text, despite his husband being in peril.
Gibbs came down into the parking lot a few minutes later with Tony's backpack slung over his shoulder, he quickly slid into the driver's seat and sighed as he looked Tony over "Hey… What's wrong?" Gibbs asked softly as he set the back of his hand to Tony's forehead, then in front of Tony's nose and mouth.
Tony growled slightly as he glared at Tobias for a few seconds, then turned towards Gibbs with a glassy look to his eyes "Nothing's wrong… Why does everything think somethings wrong?" Tony asked, frowning slightly as he plucked at a loose thread in the center console of the challenger.
Gibbs sighed as he brushed the strands of Tony's sweat slicked hair off his forehead "Because you're sweating like a mad man, your eyes are glassy and your breathing is slightly labored… Did I miss anything?" Gibbs questioned with a raised eyebrow as he stared at Tony.
Tobias coughed slightly "His pulse is slightly weaker than it should be." He added as he leaned against the door and roof of the challenger, looking in at the two men.
Ducky walked over to the trio and tsk'ed slightly as he looked in at Tony "Dear heavens Anthony, you look like death has warmed over." Ducky chided as he gently nudged Tobias out of the way and inserted himself into Tony's personal space, sticking a thermometer immediately into Tony's mouth when the younger man was attempting to make a snide remark, "Ah-ah, you close that mouth and wait until it beeps before you speak." Ducky warned as he grabbed a blood pressure cuff and attached it to Tony's bicep.
Tony grumbled obscenities in his throat, his angry glare turned back on Tobias as he twisted the digital thermometer underneath his tongue until it beeped three times. Ducky removed the thermometer and shook his head slowly as he read the numbers "You've got a fever of 101.3 and your blood pressure is a little high – I'd say I was worried about the purple bruising on your neck, but the teeth marks suggest that was Jethro's doing and not internal bleeding… Anthony, didn't you realize you weren't feeling good?" Ducky asked as he packed away his equipment, looking at the younger man in concern.
Tony shook his head, "I felt fine up until I went to the bathroom after Tobias showed those photos…" Tony said quietly, curling up slightly in the seat of the car.
Ducky patted Tony on the forearm lightly and stood up "I'm ordering you home for the rest of the day, Anthony. I will inform the director that Jethro is taking you there, and you're to get plenty of fluids and rest. No puttering around the house!" Ducky said as he pushed the challenger door shut and headed back towards the elevator.
Tony groaned as he slid onto the bed, forgoing removing any of his clothes as he laid his head on his pillow and pulled Gibbs' pillow in close to his chest. Gibbs rolled his eyes as he grabbed Tony's feet and bent them backwards slightly so he could undo the laces of Tony's boots, "Do you want soup or anything while I'm still here?" Gibbs asked as he removed Tony's boots and set them at the foot of the bed.
Tony shook his head as he turned over onto his back, then sat up slowly as he pulled off his leather jacket and handed it to Gibbs "No… Just leave me to die… I'll be fine." Tony said tiredly as he collapsed back into the bed, placing one pillow over his face as he coughed viciously into it.
"Great, now I won't get to sleep with my pillow tonight. Thanks a lot darling." Gibbs jested as he undid Tony's pants and carefully shimmied them off Tony's legs and tossed them towards the hamper.
Tony peaked out from underneath the pillow "You act like you're going to be in the bed anyway… You don't sleep when I'm sick…" Tony mumbled as he turned over onto his side and stared blankly at the nightstand.
Gibbs sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing Tony's side lightly, "That's because you sometimes tend to stop breathing when you're sick… Which is why I'm worried to leave you here by yourself…" Gibbs admitted quietly, resting his hand against Tony's hip.
Tony coughed into his upper arm, "I'll be fine, Jeth… You need to go back to work. And don't have McGee text me every twenty minutes for you…" Tony warned as he slowly nudged Gibbs off the bed, reaching towards the nightstand and opening the drawer, he pulled out his emergency inhaler and set it on the surface, "Now go… I promise, I'll be okay." Tony said as he turned onto his stomach and snuggled into the bed.
Gibbs frowned as he kissed the back of Tony's head lightly, "Call if you need anything, should be home six or seven… That is if whatever Tobias stumbled upon doesn't kick off… I'm sure he's still at NCIS, waiting to give me more information and rope the team into working his case for him." Gibbs said as he pulled the blankets up over Tony's body and tucking him in, noticing that Tony had already fallen asleep before he even finished his sentence. Gibbs smiled slightly as he pulled the blackout blinds across the windows, leaving the bedroom in pitch black as he headed back downstairs and back to work.
After about an hour of sleeping, Tony woke up and slowly opened his eyes, glaring groggily at the red LED display of the alarm clock on the nightstand which was slightly obstructed by the inhaler. Tony slowly rolled off the bed and walked over to his jacket that was discarded on top of the bench at the end of the bed, he grabbed his cellphone as he walked towards the bathroom, unlocking the screen with one hand while relieving his full bladder with the other.
Tony frowned at the display on his screen, he'd been so exhausted that he hadn't even heard his cellphone ringing through three missed calls and eight text messages – He was even surprised to see an actual text message from Gibbs, 'Probably won't be home until late, Tobias wants us to go over everything about Stanton…' Tony shook his head, thinking that Gibbs definitely didn't send that message, the words were too perfect, he'd seen Gibbs' text messages in the past, and the man skipped words like nothing he'd ever seen before.
Tony set the phone between his shoulder and ear as he called Gibbs on the phone, "Hey, how are you feeling?" Gibbs asked as soon as he answered the phone.
Tony groaned slightly as he washed his hands and then shuffled back towards the bedroom "Like I've been run over by a dozen eighteen wheelers…" Tony whispered, his voice rough and scratchy, his breathing still slightly labored as he wheezed and coughed into his fist.
Gibbs chuckled "There's Nyquil in the medicine cabinet, if you want to take it." Gibbs suggested quietly.
Tony shook his head as he crawled back underneath the covers "Nuh uh, can't do it Jeth… I have to stay semi-alert… You know this." Tony complained as he snuggled further into the bed, trying to find some semblance of warmth and comfort, which was impossible since his entire body seemed to ache with every movement he made.
Gibbs sighed, tapping his fingers on his desk "Right… Sorry, this case is a cluster fuck of a mess. Stanton is just… I don't even know how to describe it. He's devious, that's for damned sure…" Gibbs said as he stood up and headed towards the conference room.
Tony smiled slightly, "Keep talking… Hearing your voice is making me feel much better." Tony whispered as he laid his head in the center of his pillow, his cellphone dangling precariously on his ear and cheek.
Gibbs chuckled softly, "You're falling asleep on me, aren't you?" Gibbs asked, Tony hummed in agreement, "Alright, I guess I'll indulge you just a bit. I found the picture… It was in your jacket pocket, but I checked there earlier… So you must have hid it somewhere that I wouldn't have thought of… It's one of my favorite pictures of me and my mom you know, it was before she was diagnosed. What were you planning on doing with it?" Gibbs asked as he spun around in one of the chairs slowly.
Tony sighed as he rolled slightly, repositioning the phone on his ear, "Wanted… to get it restored… touched up a bit and blown up… Then frame it for you…" Tony said slowly, his eyes falling shut several times as he drifted in and out of sleep.
Gibbs smiled fondly, "Wow… Now I feel bad about earlier. You can do that though, when you feel better… Right now it sounds like you need to go back to sleep." Gibbs observed as he heard a slight snuffling echo on the phone – sure sign that Tony was close to falling asleep.
Tony nodded as he wrapped his fingers around his phone, "Mhm… See you when you get home Jeth… Love you…" Tony mumbled into the phone, blindly pressing the button to end the call, and promptly falling asleep a few seconds later, his fingers still loosely holding onto the device.
Gibbs walked back into the bullpen and sat down at his desk "What do we have?" Gibbs asked, looking around the room at his team. When nobody said anything immediately, Gibbs growled slightly "Tony is fine! Now tell me, what do we got on this guy?!" Gibbs barked, standing back up to loom over the younger agents.
McGee quickly shot up to his feet and stood in front of the plasma, "Richard Stanton, he was born in Connecticut, he's 46 years old and has never held down a job for more than six months. Father was killed in a drunk driving accident when Stanton was six – His father was the drunk driver. Mother is still alive and currently living in Hyattsville, Maryland." McGee reported quickly.
"We've put a BOLO out on his car, he drives a white Ford F-150. Also have officers sitting on his mother's home and his apartment in Florida, he hasn't shown up at either location so far. No hits on his credit cards either…" Bishop said from her desk, a bag of pork rinds propped on her knee.
Gibbs rubbed at his temples in slow circles "How old was his father when he died?" Gibbs asked, looking up at McGee curiously.
McGee clicked around on his computer for a few silent seconds, then looked up at Gibbs "He was fifty seven…" McGee said, raising his eyebrow as he looked back down at his computer, fingers flying a mile a second. Gibbs waited patiently as he, and everyone else, stared at McGee.
"His father was arrested for sexual abuse of a minor, well before he was married to Martha Stanton. The charges were later dropped when the child – who was six – was deemed not competent to be a witness…" McGee said, shaking his head slowly as he continued reading through the file, "Police report says that the abuse started when Kyle Monroe – the victim – was four… Apparently Kyle was Stanton's stepson in his first marriage to Katherine Monroe." McGee added as he tapped his keyboard a few more times. "Kyle Monroe is currently residing in Upstate New York, and his mother is also living in New York." He finished, looking up from his computer now.
Gibbs nodded "All of the victims were between the ages of fifty-five and sixty-five… So at least we have our motive – He's attacking older men for what his father supposedly did to him as a child…" Gibbs surmised as he stood up, "Keep the APB and BOLO circulating, I want his name, face and all of his details in every police station from the bottom of Florida all the way up to Maine…" Gibbs said as he grabbed his stuff, "I need to go talk to Tobias. McGee you're in charge while I'm gone." Gibbs added as he headed towards the elevator.
Gibbs paced in front of the J. Edgar Hoover building as he waited for Tobias to show up, he continually checked his watch and the sun, sighing as the sun continued to drop, basking the city in an ominous orange glow. Even though Tony knew the nature of the job, Gibbs really hated that he couldn't be home right now, caring for his husband who seemed incredibly sick.
Tobias rounded the corner of the building "Gibbs, McGee just called – Got a hit on the BOLO for Stanton's F-150 just outside of Hyattsville, looks like he's headed to his mother's house!" Tobias said, continuing to walk past Gibbs as he headed for the parking garage for the FBI's building.
Gibbs followed half a step behind Tobias "And I guess you and I are headed that way now? What about my team? Why didn't McGee call me?!" Gibbs questioned as he fished his phone out of his pocket, noticing the small display screen was blinking '1 Missed Call' "Never mind, don't answer that." Gibbs growled as he got into the FBI Charger with Tobias.
Tobias chuckled as he started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot with the siren on the dashboard wailing and spinning a color of blue "We are headed that way, both of our teams will be meeting up with us." Tobias said as he sped down Pennsylvania Avenue.
Gibbs sighed as he flipped his cellphone around in his fingertips numerous times, his stomach in knots as the two men continued on their path towards Maryland. Gibbs hated going out in the field without proper backup – And that backup would be lying at home with some sort of flu. Something he learned long ago with being Tony's partner – In the field – never go alone, or with someone who doesn't constantly have your six… And while he trusted Tobias with personal secrets, personal safety was a little different.
He couldn't trust Tobias with his life, not in the way he could with Tony, even before they started seeing each other as more than just co-workers. That fortified bond that they forged in Baltimore, and while not always effective, it has proved to save their lives on more than one occasion "Maybe you should just call him…" Tobias said, breaking into Gibbs' thoughts.
Gibbs looked over at Tobias in confusion "Call who?" he asked, raising his eyebrow upward.
Tobias shook his head "Tony! You obviously want too, you've been flipping your phone in your hand and staring blankly out the window for the past twenty minutes!" Tobias growled in frustration, swerving the charger to avoid hitting a slow moving vehicle on the beltway.
"Oh…" Gibbs breathed out, looking down at the phone in his hand, "Okay… Don't know if he'll pick up though." Gibbs said as he flipped the phone open and pressed the first speed dial button, then set the device to his ear, impatiently tapping his finger against the back of the phone.
"Hello?" the groggy voice of his husband answered on the third ring, an unruly and hideous cough chasing after Tony's words.
"Hey… I uh, I didn't mean to wake you… Just wanted to check in with you." Gibbs said softly, turning his body towards the door, as if that would give him a semblance of privacy with Tobias only sitting a center console's length away.
Tony sighed into the phone "I'm fine Jethro… Still breathing, still hacking up a lung… still losing anything I put down my throat…" Tony complained tiredly.
Gibbs frowned slightly "I wish I could be home with you right now… But, the BOLO on Stanton has gone off… Tobias and I are on our way to Maryland now as we speak…" Gibbs said as he looked out the window as they went over the bridge, staring out at the water, a slight smile crossing his face.
"Tobias? What the hell are you doing with him? I mean, I get that it's his case but Gibbs… you… Damn it!" Tony growled as he tossed the sheets off his body.
"Tony! Tobias and I will be fine – Don't you dare get out of that bed. You stay put and get some rest… I'll be home as soon as I can!" Gibbs growled right back, furrowing his brows together at his husband's stubbornness.
Tony sighed as he rolled back underneath the covers "Fine… I'm holding you to that though… This bed is freezing when you're not in it." Tony said quietly as he pulled the phone away from his ear and hung up.
Gibbs glared at the phone in his hand, "He hung up on me!" Gibbs said indignantly, slapping the lid to his phone shut and tossing it onto the dashboard.
"Serves you right – You've been hanging up on pretty much everyone you ever knew for as long as I can remember…" Tobias quipped as he continued dodging in and out of traffic that seemed unfazed by the blaring siren and flashing lights.
Gibbs rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest "Whatever… Are we there yet?" Gibbs asked as he turned his angered glare onto the bald FBI agent.
Tobias nodded his head slowly, inclining his head in the direction of the NCIS Charger, and three black FBI SUV's "Yep." He replied simply as he shut the siren off and pulled in behind the SUV's. Gibbs and Tobias got out of the vehicle and walked over to the collection of agents "Alright… Our target is Richard Stanton, in case anyone has forgotten… Take him alive if you can, but be careful, this guy is dangerous and doesn't seem to have a problem killing anyone that gets in his way…" Tobias said as he pulled on a bullet proof vest, looking towards the agents who were all armed, vested, and ready to roll.
