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"NCIS" – Middle
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"How did Tony end up in NCIS anyway?" Tim frowned.
"He smiled." Abby grinned.
"It must be more than that." Ziva argued.
"No," Abby shook her head, "He just smiled."
There was a mischievous glint in the Goth's eyes which suggested that it was much more than that, but unless bribed she wouldn't say.
So McGee went and fetched a Caff-Pow.
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"Now," Abby spoke between slurps, "I wasn't there for all of it, so most of this I got from Ducky and Gerald."
"Gerald?" Ziva frowned.
"He was before Jimmy," McGee explained, "He got badly hurt when Ari…"
"I understand." Ziva nodded abruptly as Tim tailed off.
"At the time," Abby carried on, "Gibbs had just lost Stanley."
"Who?" Ziva interrupted again.
"Gibbs' field agent before Tony." Tim supplied.
"So Gibbs was working with a temporary team. They switched out every month or so. Director Morrow was trying to find someone who could cope with Gibbs.
"As you can imagine Gibbs was grumpier than normal. None of his temporary team were anywhere near up to his standards. And none had the potential to be either.
"Not that Gibbs' solve rate had taken a hit. Simply the time it took.
"It was a pretty quiet day, when Gibbs go the call… Dead Marine in Baltimore."
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Gibbs was not a happy camper. The journey from DC had been taken at breakneck speed. But it still hadn't been fast enough. The Baltimore PD had moved the body and processed the entire scene.
The Desk Sergeant at the precinct was firmly stone-walling his attempts to gain access to the body, the evidence or even the lead detective.
His two subordinate agents weren't being helpful. The girl was trying to flirt with the Sergeant to get past him. But the Sergeant was clearly wise to such tactics. He was also clearly married with young kids to Gibbs' eyes, having spotted messy felt-tip pen marks on the man's non-dominant hand.
The boy was curled up in a corner with a metal trash bin, as he was still regurgitating the entire contents of his stomach.
The Sergeant had managed to delay Gibbs sufficiently that Ducky and Gerald had also arrived.
Duck was attempting to help Agent Boy, as Gibbs thought of him.
Gibbs turned back to the Desk Sergeant. He was halfway through the now familiar argument, when he was interrupted.
"Hey Louie." A chirpy voice called out.
"Tony," The Sergeant turned around, "You on coffee break?"
"Kinda." A Detective sauntered into view, "These the NCIS guys I've been hearing ranting?"
"Yeah."
"Detective…" Agent Girl redirected her attempts at charm complete with fluttering eyelashes.
"Anthony DiNozzo," The Detective bent at the waist to grasp her hand and plant a kiss on the back of it, "If the seas breeds such beautiful flowers as yourself, then I can understand the longing men have for the sea."
The girl almost wrenched her hand away. Gibbs felts a flicker of amusement. Clearly Agent Girl only felt comfortable if she was the aggressor.
"Louie, go grab a coffee." Tony grinned, "And send the Doc out to help the seasick sailor."
"No need, Detective," Ducky spoke up, "I am perfectly capable."
"Not saying you aren't, Doctor." Tony replied, "But by my guess, you're an ME. And I doubt that you're carrying stuff for live bodies in that bag of magic tricks of yours. Doc has the stuff."
"My apologies for my conclusions." Ducky conceded.
"No problems," Tony shrugged it off, "Now if Cassie will look after the kiddies… The Big-Boss here, the Doctor and I can discuss the matter. This way."
Gibbs didn't fail to notice how a police officer seemed to materialise at the name Cassie and wander over to Gerald, Agent Boy and Agent Girl. Louie vanishing at about the same time.
"Why am I being included?" Ducky frowned.
"Because the Big-Boss looks like he may want to kill me if I don't give him what he wants." Tony replied, "You might be needed. Even if only to pronounce."
Gibbs kept silent as Tony led them into what was clearly an interrogation room.
"Have a seat," Tony waved, "Right, what do you want?"
Gibbs had to admire the fact that Tony had sat almost immediately, and then not wasted time.
"The body. The evidence. The photos. The sketches. The interviews. Everything related to the dead Marine." Gibbs growled.
"Here's what you're getting," Tony countered, "A complete report when the investigation is complete."
"Hell no!" Gibbs slammed a hand down on the table, "Dead Marine is NCIS' jurisdiction. No cop takes that from us."
"I'll see your dead Marine," Tony retorted, "And raise you five dead civilians. This guy's a serial. Your dead Marine doesn't trump five dead civilians. Or would you care to argue that to a Judge? Because that is the only way you're getting this case."
"Dead Marine." Gibbs snarled.
"We've been after this guy for a month now." Tony spoke calmly, "And we're getting close. I'm not having you screw this up. Don't let the door hit you on the way out. We have jurisdiction. Don't fight it. It's our case."
Gibbs knew when he was hitting a brick wall. DiNozzo would fight this all the way, and most judges would probably back him. Gibbs couldn't even go over the Detective's head, as due to the nature of the case, it would be unlikely that the top brass would be receptive to the idea of NCIS taking the case.
Gibbs was internally swearing at whoever had led him into this situation blind to all the pertinent details.
"Joint investigation." Gibbs offered, "I lead."
"We come under you." Tony declared, "Not your two baby agents. My partner and I defer to you alone. Not your Director. Not your Superior. You."
"Agreed." Gibbs held out his hand for Tony to shake.
"Thanks." Tony grinned broadly.
"We do the forensics." Gibbs announced.
"No problem." Tony nodded, "We're backlogged anyway. You got a van?"
"No." Gibbs shook his head.
"What about you, Doctor?" Tony turned to Ducky, "Is your Coroner's van large enough to take a few extras?"
"Yes. And it's parked out front." Ducky replied, "Why do you ask, dear boy?"
"I'll need the keys." Tony stated, "We've gotta move fast."
"Why?" Gibbs frowned.
"Tell you later." Tony retorted, Ducky's keys dangling from his fingers.
The Detective stuck his head out the interrogation room door.
"Cassie!" Tony called out, "Catch!"
The keys were quickly caught by the Detective.
"Take the Coroner's van round back." Tony ordered, "Then forget you ever did it."
"Got it!" The officer nodded, as he headed out the door.
"GA," Tony turned around to face a woman in a lab coat, "Is everything packaged up?"
"Yeah. Out the front?" The woman asked.
"Out through Doc's exit. Doc, we're nicking the body." Tony replied, the woman dashed off.
"I see nothink. I hear nothink. I know nothink." Doc retorted, clearly exaggerating an accent.
"Dilly," Tony pulled a wallet out of his pocket and removed a couple of bills, "Pop into Indy's and get the guys upstairs a round of Marine Coffee... Oh and a cappuccino for Jo."
"You'll get killed for that." Another police officer took the bills and darted out the door.
"Maybe." Tony grinned, "Now if baby agents one and two would follow the good Doctor and his assistant, who will be following Collie down to the morgue, you can get in the good Doctor's van and be on your way to DC in five minutes. The Big-Boss and myself will take the car. Along with my partner in about ten minutes."
"You seem remarkably organised for a quick plan." Ducky remarked.
"Who said this was quick?" Tony laughed, "Doctor, there are things you don't know about. We'll fill you in later. You'd best go. I have a schedule to keep."
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Upstairs in one of the offices, a police detective was arguing with a couple of FBI agents, while the police captain stood to one side a slightly worried look on his face.
"You're not getting this case." Detective Donovan repeated for what felt like the hundredth time, "It hasn't crossed out of the precinct never mind the state. You haven't been contacted. You haven't been asked for help. And if you think I'm letting you steal this case from us, after the way you handled the Perkelli case, you've got another thing coming, Agent Fornell."
"You don't have a choice in the matter, Detective. And I wasn't involved in that fiasco."
"Yes I do. And I don't care."
"Listen, Detective…" Fornell started to speak, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Yes?" Donovan called out.
"DiNozzo sent up some coffee." An officer entered with some coffee, "From Indy's."
"Indy's?" Fornell frowned.
"Indianna's." Donovan shrugged, "Just next door. Best coffee shop around."
"DiNozzo sent this one for you." The officer handed over a cup to Donovan.
"Irish coffee..."
"No."
"Cappucino?"
"I didn't want to, Detective."
"It's alright, Dilly. Tone's pretty persuasive when he wants to be. Thank you."
Donovan passed round the coffee cups as Dilly closed the door behind them.
"You're not getting this case." Donovan announced once more, "Captain, we are currently working a joint investigation with NCIS. DiNozzo just negotiated it with them… Goodbye!"
With that Donovan turned, deposited the cup on a table and was out the door, before the FBI agents could react.
The detective tore through the precinct, vaulting down the stairs.
"Make a hole!" Donovan yelled, pushing open the doors to the detective's bull-pen.
The detectives were well used to this, Donovan's peculiarities not being a secret… Donovan was quite often in a hurry on the way to somewhere.
Every single detective moved out of the way, either by physically moving out of the direct path between the back and front exits, or by ducking under their desks. A few even moved witnesses and suspects out of the way.
It was necessary. Donovan didn't move around anything, preferring to vault over desks, chairs and even people.
Among the precinct Donovan and DiNozzo were known as the 'Lighting Pair', for their joint love of speed. Though DiNozzo was a fair bit slower than Donovan.
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Gibbs stared at Tony in the rear-view mirror of his car. The Baltimore detective sat in the back-seat with the door open. One arm raised in the air outside the car, the hand displaying a scout salute, just with the three fingers spread.
"Hold it." Tony murmured, "Wait for it."
A dark haired woman dashed out the door of the precinct. Her green eyes darted around, before settling on Gibbs' car.
She turned and ran towards the car, literally diving over Tony's lap, as he pulled his arm in and slammed the door behind her.
"Go! Go! Go!" The woman ordered as she struggled to get her seatbelt on.
Gibbs instantly drove off. Peering into the rear-view mirror he noticed Tony was twisted in his seat, apparently waving to someone out the back window. But Gibbs couldn't see who it was, as Tony was blocking the view.
The pair managed to sort themselves out and buckle themselves in very quickly, despite Gibbs' driving.
"Are you alright, my Irish Rose?"
"I am perfectly fine, my Italian Stallion."
They stared at each other for a moment and then dissolved into giggles.
"How many?" Tony asked.
"Nearly bowled over Short Shank." The woman shrugged, "But Greeny pulled him out the way."
"Pity." Tony sighed, "Big-Boss, I'd like you to meet Detective Joanna Donovan, my partner. Jo, the maniac driver in the front seat is Agent Gibbs, the Big-Boss."
"Like your driving is any better." Jo punched Tony's arm lightly.
"Like yours is." Tony retorted.
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Please Review.
I would like it known to anyone who wants to adopt this section that in my mind Jo is not interested in Tony romantically. And Tony would laugh at the suggestion. I mean seriously hurt himself laughing. Jo's like an older sister. She sees it as her job to protect him. While he sees it as his job to protect her.
Also Fornell *never* meets or sees either Tony or Gibbs. Otherwise it completely ruins the first NCIS episode.