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[NCIS] Tony DiNozzo, weeks [Aug. 29th, 2007|08:26 pm]
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Title: Deadlines
Fandom: Navy: NCIS
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Kate Todd, Tim McGee, Jethro Gibbs
Prompt: Weeks
Word Count: 1772
Rating: PG
Summary: It was a case they’d been working for weeks. Undercover, sometimes, but mostly on the outside watching in. There had been a drug scandal. Money. Sex. Weapons. One of the biggest cases that Kate had ever worked.

Kate winced when the barrel of the gun pushed into her head. The cold metal parted her hair and bruised soft skin. She stilled when the unmistakeable sound of a gun cocking echoed through the room, following two more.

It was a case they’d been working for weeks. Undercover, sometimes, but mostly on the outside watching in. There had been a drug scandal. Money. Sex. Weapons. One of the biggest cases that Kate had ever worked. They’d finally gotten the Intel they’d needed- well. Tony had. He’d gotten five minutes with a dying man in his arms and a whispered location in his ear. They’d come so close to blowing the entire case open, and then this. This, with a gun to her head, to McGee’s, to Gibbs’. This, with Tony backed in one corner with a lone gun against four armed men, three of them threatening his team. This, with the entire FBI team waiting just outside, out of reach.

Kate shifted slightly to the side, a subtle shift into a defensive position. The thug behind her, Wilson, she thought his name was, tightened his grip around her neck and she paused, forced to rise shakily onto her toes to breathe.

“Well,” Tony’s voice was deceptively calm. “This is an interesting stalemate. Now, Pryce,” He addressed the leader of the group. “Why don’t you let go of my team? The Bossman gets grumpy when he’s more than a couple of feet away from coffee.”

Pryce gestured with the hand still holding a gun. “Now, see, I can’t do that. I need to know where those drugs are,” He lowered his voice intimately. “It’s been a few weeks now. All those Navy kids’ll be starting to crave my magic.”

Out of the corner of her eye Kate watched Gibbs stiffen, watched the tendons in his neck throb. On her other side she shot McGee a strained smile, noting with concern the dampness at his temples and the dark v-shaped stain marring the front of his shirt. His chest heaved and his eyes were wide but he managed to nod at Kate.

“Don’t tell him, Tony,” Kate called out stubbornly, her voice tight.

Wilson tightened his grip on her and removed his gun momentarily, using it to smack Kate across the face. Pain exploded over her cheek and she cried out involuntarily, hearing an echoing grunt of sympathy from McGee, Gibbs straining against his captor with a snarl. Wilson growled at her. “Quiet,” He snarled, and Kate absurdly expected him to call her ‘bitch’.

Tony’s face tightened at her pain. “Wasn’t gonna, Katie,” He replied, the hated nickname a welcome distraction from the fire in her cheekbone. “Not my first time. But thanks.”

“You really think you can get out of this alive if you don’t tell me where the shipment is? I can blow the brains out of your friends here at any second.”

To demonstrate, the man behind McGee pressed his gun harder into soft flesh, provoking a pained squeak from the younger agent.

“Ah, come on, pick on someone your own size.” Tony gave into his immature side and glared at Pryce angrily.

“Alright, I will.” Pryce said evenly. He glanced around the warehouse, noted all the exits. The dust veiling everything was marred only by smudged footprints. “So, tell me, Tony. How do you want to play this out?”

“You’re the one with in charge. You tell me.”

Pryce bared his teeth at Tony amiably. “You’re going to tell me that location, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll let your friends go. And you, of course.”

“Not going to happen.” Gibbs snapped, cold fury apparent in his voice.

Two sets of eyes flicked Gibbs’ way. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice there, Agent Gibbs. In any case, it’s Tony’s business.” He turned and nodded at Wilson.

Kate froze in the man’s grip at the unmistakeable sound of a pocketknife being flipped open. The flat side of the cold blade pressed against the vulnerable skin of her neck. To her side, Gibbs yelled out inarticulately, struggling against his captor.

Tony’s voice, when he spoke, was cold and calculated. “You don’t want to do that.”

Pryce smiled nastily. “Are you sure about that? He asked, turning to Tony. Then he froze.

The knife clattered to the floor amidst shocked silence.

Tony smiled back, the hand that held his gun to his head steady. “Yeah, fairly sure. Now, how ‘bout you let the others go and I can whisper that location in your ear.” He shrugged carefully, not a care in the world. “Or I can blow my brains out, right now, and the sound will bring in the FBI. I don’t have a silencer.”

“You wouldn’t do that,” Pryce said uncertainly.

“Are you sure about that?” Tony mocked. “C’mon, Pryce!” He bounced on the balls of his feet. “If you know as much about me as you think you do, you know I’ll do anything for the job. Hell, you should know more than that.”

Sweat prickled on the back of Kate’s neck and she stared at Tony with wide eyes, the calm certainty in his voice scaring even her.

“Well, in that case, you wouldn’t die for your friends. Not when they make you so unhappy.” Pryce smirked. “I know all about your misery, Agent DiNozzo.”

“So you say you know me.” Tony waved his free hand airily, happy to ignore Pryce’s words. “Then you know just how far I’m willing to go. And you know that I’m not afraid of death. You know that when I was seven, my Mom died. Then my father started drinking and never stopped. He kicked me out, made me stay with my Uncle. And you know that my Uncle beat me black and blue very night.”

Pryce’s eyes softened almost imperceptibly but he didn’t waver from his business-like manner. “I do know that.”

Tony smiled almost shyly and looked away, his eyes finding Gibbs. The fingers of his free hand tapped against his legs in a distinct pattern. Morse code. “And, of course, there was that suicide attempt at sixteen. Man, after the beating I got I was shit-scared of trying it again. That’s changed.” He said, and watched Gibbs out of the corner of his eye, fingers still tap-tapping. “And then I went to college. That wasn’t so bad. But the PDs, they sucked. I loved the job but when you’re always the rookie you get the shit jobs. You get to tell parents that their kids are dead. Or you get to go undercover for months on end, lying and losing yourself hour by hour. Oh look, nothing’s changed.” He caught Kate’s eye when she gasped audibly and stretched his neck in Gibbs’ direction, lips crooking when Gibbs started to tap the same pattern.

“And the point of this teenaged tirade is…?”

“To let you know how serious I am.” Tony smiled. “And probably to buy some time. But oh! I haven’t even gotten to NCIS yet. Well, that’s a doozy of a story. First off, there’s my bastard boss. No offence, Gibbs, but you are. And his purpose in life seems to be making my life hell. He’s succeeding, too. Head slaps and abuse. I always come last. I’m always second best. Somehow I’m still treated like a rookie even though I’m the Senior Field Agent. I’m surprised I’m not more screwed up, actually. And then there’s darling little Katie. So smart, so perfect, such a little bitch. She’s well onto her way to becoming Gibbs. She’s got the bitching down, and that way of making you feel like a failure. Dad could do that too, and my Uncle. McGee, though, he’s brilliant. So I keep being told. And somehow, he’s exempt from the rules. And I’ll bet he’s irreplaceable, isn’t that right, Boss?” He smirked when Gibbs glared at him and he fanned three fingers against his thigh. As one folded over, Kate and Gibbs made minute movements, shifting their weight, and Tony continued talking. “Yeah, suicide is looking better and better.” His second finger folded. “What do you think, McGee?” He asked, drawing McGee’s attention, and his final finger folded. “Duck!” He screamed at the hapless agent, catching movement to the left.

McGee dropped like a stone, too inexperienced to move like Kate and Gibbs did, smoothly ripping out of their captors’ grips. Even before McGee had completely escaped from his thug’s arms, Tony’s finger was tightening on the trigger.

One gun shot. Two. A third.

The man behind McGee fell to the floor, blood leaking from the hole between his eyes. Tony clutched at his arm, blood dripping between his fingers. Kate had reversed positions with Wilson, locking him in with his own gun. Gibbs’ captor was on the floor with a bullet lodged in his arm. Gibbs held his smoking gun and aimed it at Pryce.

Pryce frowned. “Well. This is problematic.”

“Drop your gun” Tony said, and smiled when the FBI burst in. “There’s no way you’re getting out of this.”

Pryce aimed his gun at Tony again but before he could pull the trigger, Gibbs shot him in the knee so that he collapsed to the floor.

“Thanks,” Tony said over Pryce’s wails.

Gibbs grunted and glared at the FBI, waiting for them to arrest Wilson and Pryce and the bleeding thug at his feet before lowering his gun. “McGee, Todd, you okay?”

McGee nodded shakily, face white and taught. He’d wrapped one arm around his stomach. “F-fine,” He stuttered.

“Nothing an icepack and a hot bath won’t cure.” Kate replied, running fingers gently over her swollen cheek.

“Well, that was anti-climatic,” Tony said brightly, and winced automatically when Gibbs’ hand twitched, almost rising to smack Tony before dropping back limply.

“DiNozzo. Paramedics. Now.”

Tony rolled his eyes, clutched his arm tighter. “Yes, Boss.” He smiled at the pretty FBI agent who came up to him and dropped his gun into her evidence bag. “Kate, you coming with? You look like you could use some Tylenol.”

“Yeah.” Kate waited until Tony was beside her before she started walking. She cleared her throat awkwardly. “You, uh. You don’t actually feel like that, do you? And that stuff never happened to you? What you said, it was all a lie, right?”

Tony gave her a thin smile and preceded her out the wide doors, blinking as he stepped from darkness into the bright sunshine. “Smoke and mirrors,” He said softly.

Kate smiled and followed him out.

It was only when she’d reached the comfort of her own home that she realised just how ambiguous his words were.


[User Picture]From: mjmcca
2007-08-29 01:34 pm (UTC)
Really well done. I think you captured most of Tony really well. I think his childhood was awful, just from the little they have told us in the series. Loved how he misdirected Kate surprised she realized it, in canon she usually doesn't.
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[User Picture]From: lucifers_toy
2007-09-01 01:22 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. Yeah, I can't help but feel that Kate's in solid denial about Tony's childhood in canon, but I thought that if she was really confronted with it it would scare the crap out of her. Then she'd deny it some more.
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[User Picture]From: danian
2007-08-30 12:52 am (UTC)
That was great - had me on the edge of my seat 'cause I wasn't sure it'd work out. Lovely pacing and lovely Kate POV.
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[User Picture]From: lucifers_toy
2007-09-01 01:17 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Hee, I'm glad the suspense worked.
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From: horseriderjen
2007-08-30 03:00 pm (UTC)
ooh very very nice. Especially the end
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[User Picture]From: lucifers_toy
2007-09-01 01:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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[User Picture]From: lucifers_toy
2008-03-26 08:47 am (UTC)
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-04-13 09:48 pm (UTC)
Also here via NCIS fic finders.

This was a great story. Very tense and ambiguous. I could see Tony doing something crazy like that if the rest of the team were in trouble. I liked the little clues that they really work well as a team- things like Tony's finger tapping getting picked up and interpretted by Gibbs and Kate.

I loved the ending too- how Kate wasn't sure whether Tony was making it all up (yet, Pryce seemed to know all about it, so it must be true, right? Distressing, but true.)

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[User Picture]From: little_ozzo
2009-10-30 12:03 pm (UTC)
Wow, that was explosive, and great. Loved Kate's uncertainty and Tony's - god, just Tony. Really good, thanks.
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[User Picture]From: realpestilence
2011-10-24 12:43 am (UTC)
Best way to hide is right out in the open, telling the truth, with a smile. I always thought Kate was oddly oblivious to people's emotions, considering she was a profiler-like she spoke a language without understanding it.

I love fics like this that show a layered, competent Tony.
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