Sorry if the Italian is wrong, I just used a translation website. The translations are in parenthesis.
Double Agent Said What?! Chapter 4
"Leroy, what's going on?" A familiar voice asked.
"Dad?!" Gibbs asked completely shocked as his eyes settled on his father walking into the room surrounded by CIA agents. His shock quickly turned into blind anger and he rounded on Tony, prepared to beat him into the ground. "You brought my dad into this?!" He demanded bringing his fist back to hit him.
"Leroy, what do you think you're doing?" Jack asked grabbing Gibbs' fist before he could hit Tony. "Now why are you trying to hit Tony?"
"He's not who you think he is." Gibbs ground out, glaring daggers at Tony.
"Wait a minute, they know?" Jack asked turning towards Tony in shock.
"Yeah Jack, they know." Tony said nodding sadly.
"First of all, what have I told you about my name? Second of all, wow. So that explains my sudden vacation to DC." Jack said morosely. "I'm sorry they had to find out this way Antonio."
"Yeah me to… Dad." Tony said with a small, shy smile.
"What did you just say to him?!" Gibbs screamed angrily and made a move to grab Tony's throat.
"Now just knock it off!" Jack yelled pushing Gibbs. "You better stop it Leroy, because I damn well didn't raise you that way!"
"Wait a second, what did you mean by 'they know'?" Ducky asked curiously. "Wait a bloody minute, did you know about him?!" Ducky fumed and cussed. And Ducky never cussed.
"Yes I know that Tony DiNozzo is really Tony Di Russo." Jack said heaving a large sigh. "I think everyone's going to need to sit down for this one." Jack said moving to sit on the table that Tony had just vacated.
"So how did you know about Di Russo before we did?" Gibbs demanded, crossing his arms defiantly.
"Well isn't that a story to be told." Jack said dragging Tony down to sit next to him and put a supportive hand on his knee. Jack felt some of the tightness loosen in his chest when he was rewarded with a small, appreciative smile.
~Flashback~
"Leroy, what are you doing?" Jackson Gibbs asked exasperatedly.
"What does it look like I'm doin?" Gibbs asked, his words slurring heavily.
Jack just sighed and started dragging his son off to his room. His son was shit-faced drunk. Again. This was about the third day in a row, considering the anniversary of his girls death had been yesterday.
This was actually a regular occurrence for them. Jethro would show up in Stillwater two days before the anniversary of the deaths of Shannon and Kelly, get shit-faced drunk and stay that way for about four days, and then head back home like nothing happened.
It wasn't easy for Jack to watch his son be in so much pain, but he couldn't push him away. So he would just stand by and watch his son drink himself into oblivion, and be on the side lines to clean up his mess afterwards.
Jackson was pulled out of his thoughts as the bell chimed, letting him know that someone had just entered his store. "And what can I do for you young man?" He asked happily as he stepped behind the counter.
"You can give me all your money!" He yelled, pulling a gun out of his coat and pointing it at Jack's head.
"Now wait a minute son, let's not do anything hasty." Jack said putting his hands up slowly in a nonthreatening position.
"Give me all your money or I swear to God I'll blow your freaking head off!" He screamed.
Of course Jethro just had to stumble into the room right then. "You're outta bourbon." Gibbs slurred, stumbling around the store.
The gunman looked at him stunned for a few seconds before he pointed the gun at him and put his finger over the trigger.
"Wait!" Jack screamed right as he was about to shoot. He couldn't let his son die, especially not in front of him. He had already lost his wife, he couldn't lose his only child as well.
Just then the bell attached to the door rang again and a young Italian kid with perfectly styled hair, tan skin and bright green eyes walked into the room. He had been staring at his phone when he walked in, but as he looked up his eyes narrowed and darkened on the gunman. Without asking any questions, he stepped up to him and disarmed him with a practiced hand and turned him around before snapping his neck.
Jack let out a strangled gasp as he watched the man who had just been holding him hostage, fall to the ground. Dead. He looked up at the kid and met his gaze, and realized that the boy didn't even feel any sort of remorse or guilt. He had just walked in, killed a man with no questions asked, and it meant nothing to him.
Just then the bell sounded again and three more Italian men walked in. They quickly surveyed the scene and looked at the dead body for a few seconds, before glaring at the kid. "Che cosa ha fatto?" (What did you do?)
"Che cosa? Non ho fatto una scelta, che stava per ucciderli se non lo avessi fatto qualcosa." The kid replied with a shrug. (What? I didn't have a choice, he was going to kill them if I didn't do something.)
"È necessario che il vostro proprio commercio e lo uccide. Ora abbiamo per ucciderli per assicurarsi che non lo dire a nessuno." The leader said, pulling a gun out from under his shirt and pointing it straight at Jethro's head. (You should have minded your own business and let him kill them. Now we have to kill them to insure they don't tell anyone.)
Jethro looked at him uninterestedly for a few moments before snorting and stumbling towards the young kid. Suddenly Jethro pulled a piece of glass out of nowhere and stabbed it into the kid's chest, right in the gap of the collar bone and above the clavicle.
The kid just sucked in a small breath, but his face remained emotionless and his eyes looked completely unfazed. As if this sort of thing was a regular occurrence for him. Well, judging by the way all of these people acted, it probably was.
The man with the gun growled and grabbed Jethro, throwing him across the counter as he pressed the gun harshly under his chin, forcing his head back.
Jack almost let out a sob as his son was thrown over the counter, and he had to back away to avoid being hit by him. "Please don't do this!" Jack pleaded.
"Ehi, prova che lontano." The kid said calmly as he put a soothing hand on the new gunman's shoulder. (Hey, put that away.)
"Guardate cosa ha fatto per voi!" The man growled and pressed the gun further into Jethro's throat. (Look what he did to you!)
"Questo è niente. Questa è una bazzecola rispetto a quelli a cui sono abituato." The kid snorted, gesturing at the glass shard. He easily pulled out the glass without even flinching and tossed it across the room casually. (This is nothing. This is peanuts compared to what I'm used to.)
The man still looked unconvinced and cocked the gun.
"Guarda a lui Jay, lui è un marine. He's a bere il suo asino marine che vive con suo padre. Pensi che egli si pone ogni tipo di minaccia per noi? E questo ragazzo, il suo figlio unigenito è un ubriacone che vive ancora con lui. Pensi che lui va a parlare se promettiamo di non uccidere suo figlio?" Tony said reasonably. (Look at him Jay, he's a marine. He's a drunk off his ass marine who lives with his dad. You think he poses any kind of threat to us? And look at this guy, his only son is a drunkard who still lives with him. You think he's going to talk if we promise not to kill his son?)
Jack just looked at them equally curious and scared. Both feelings were because he didn't know what they were saying, and he wasn't sure what would happen to him or his son. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, the kid looked him straight in the eye and shook his head minutely.
"Si accende Jay andiamocene di qui. Certo egli non dice una parola su questo a chiunque. Pensi che ti puoi fidare di me, vorrei quindi gestire questo." He insisted, not backing down from the glare he got. (Come on Jay let's get out of here. I'll make sure he never says a word about this to anyone. You think you can trust me, then let me handle this.)
"Gestire questo D'Avella, e non lasciare eventuali." Finally the man nodded and threw Jethro to the ground. (You handle this D'Avella, and don't leave any loose ends.) He called over his shoulder as he stalked out of the room, with his three goons following behind him.
"Sorry about that." The kid said talking to Jack. "The name's Tony." He said extending his hand. Jack stared at his hand in horror. His hand was covered in blood, his own blood. "Oh, sorry about that." He smiled retracting his hand. "Here, let me help you get him to bed." He said leaning down and picking up Jethro.
"Stay away from my son." Jack said firmly with a slight shake in his voice. He pulled a knife out from under the counter and pointed it at the kid.
"Look sir, that man out there is a killer who would gladly take both of you out to make sure he gets away scot free. So either you let me help you, or I can go back out there and let him know that you changed your mind and you want your brains blown out." The kid said seriously, his eyes darkening again.
"Bring it on." Gibbs slurred trying to swing at him. "I cantakeya!" He slurred, laughing slightly.
Jack looked at the kid for a few moments before turning towards his son. He finally nodded and put the knife down.
"Good choice." The kid said smiling again and his eyes lightened a little. He then leaned down again and slung Jethro's upper body over his shoulders easily. "You're a feisty thing aren't ya?" Tony asked laughing.
"Idonotknowyou." Jethro slurred. "Youareabastard…aren'tya? Whoareya?"
"No one you're going to remember." Tony laughed, standing up easily with a drunk man completely slung over his shoulders in a fireman carry. "Where do you want him?"
"Just set him on the bed in that room there." Jack said pointing at Gibbs' room.
Once he had set him down, he put Gibbs in a more comfortable position and walked out of the room easily, ignoring the incoherent chatter and curse words.
"Is he cussing me out in Russian?" Tony asked laughing. "Wow, he has got quite the sailors mouth. I'm pretty sure that most of Russia would be blushing at the things coming out of his mouth! Hey, you have a First Aid kit anywhere?"
Jack simply nodded and handed him the kit. Tony smiled and pulled his shirt over his head and started patching up his collarbone. Jack just stood unmoving and watched silently as Tony dragged the body outside and came back in, acting as if nothing had happened. "Why did you do that?" Jack asked finally.
"Do what?" Tony asked, bending over and picking up the glass shard he had thrown across the room earlier.
"Why would you risk your life to save us? Two times no less." Jack asked again. "That kid was about ready to shoot my son and me, but you stepped in and saved us. And I saw the look in that other man's eyes, he was willing to kill both of us if that meant protecting himself."
"It was the right thing to do. Now was killing that guy the right thing to do, probably not. But saving you was. You seem like a good man, and I'm sure your son is a great guy when he's sober. I wasn't just going to stand by and let two innocent people be killed. Now I know what you saw today was terrible and illegal, but you can't tell anyone. You can't breathe a word of this, to anyone ever again. If that man finds out you talked, he won't give a second thought to killing you. Understand?"
"Yes I understand."
"I mean it sir, not even your son. He's too drunk to remember what happened today anyway." Tony insisted, his eyes darkening again.
"I'll never speak of this day again unless you tell me to. I swear on my son's life." Jack answered solemnly.
"Good. Now make sure you take good care of your son. He's hurting a lot and he's probably going to be a bastard for the rest of his life, but something tells me you're all he has left." Tony said turning to leave.
"Wait a second, how do you know that?" Jack asked grabbing his arm.
"I've seen a lot of things, and not all of them have been that great." Tony said with a sad smile. "Take care of yourself to sir."
"Don't call me sir, I work for a living. The name's Jack." He said releasing his arm and taking a few steps back. "I don't know how I'll ever repay you."
"Well first you can give me a pack of cigarettes." Tony said pulling his wallet out of his pocket and placing a fifty dollar bill on the counter. "And second, just live your life. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that life is short." He said with a wink before grabbing the cigarettes and walking calmly out the front door.
~End Flashback~
"I will never forget that day." Jack said chuckling slightly and patting Tony's shoulder.
"And what do you have to back up this story?" Vance asked skeptically.
"Still got the scar." Tony said moving the collar of his shirt and revealing a nasty looking scar in his collarbone. "I have to admit, I'm pretty sure this is my favorite one."
"Of course, only Tony would have a favorite scar." Jack said laughing again.
"What do you expect? I have plenty to choose from." Tony said with a shrug.
"Wait, you
used to smoke?" Jimmy asked. Everyone turned to glare at him for saying something so stupid, but Tony just smiled and nodded.
"Always pay close attention to the details don't you Gremlin? And yes I used to smoke, it's a stress reliever, if you will." Tony said.
"Don't you know how bad it is to be smoking with your lungs?!" Jimmy demanded stepping closer to him.
"Oh save the riot act for another day. Besides, once I got the plague I completely stopped. Only had a couple water vapor ones since then, and it's only during the really stressful times. I don't rely on them, but I prefer it over a glass of alcohol." Tony said calmly. "Unless you have a bottle of authentic Vodka from Russia, then the bottle is all mine." Tony said with a mischievous smile.
"How can you stand to be near him?!" Abby finally screamed, glaring at Palmer.
"Because Tony is my friend, no matter what his last name is." Palmer answered tightly, not backing down for even a second. "Contrary to all of your beliefs, I've haven't had the happiest life, I'm not naïve, and I know betrayal when it happens. This isn't betrayal, this is trust."
Tony stood up and walked slowly over to Jimmy, making sure he knew what was going on without breaking eye contact. Jimmy just stared back, even going so far as to step closer to him. Tony smiled and placed a hand on Jimmy's shoulder, squeezing slightly. "You know I love you Gremlin." He laughed ruffling up his hair.
"Ditto Black Lung." Jimmy laughed, stepping to Tony's side and glaring at the others in the room; challenging them to say something.
The rest of the team looked at him with disgust and turned away from him. But Jimmy just let it roll of his back. He was right where he needed to be, on his friends six.
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