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"I can smell the sawdust you know," Tony said, not bothering to lift his head. " "We've got a missing Marine from Quantico, or a fraud case from the infirmary." "Details," Gibbs said, settling into his seat and checking the new papers. I'll clean up." Tony listened to Balboa gathering up the trash. I never expected to see you out of the field." "Trust me, I'd rather be out there. But that's beyond the point even Gibbs can push." "So, what's it like sharing a place with him? He was aware of someone watching him in the bathroom. Nothing that would indicate he was involved in anything shady. She's never been in legal trouble beyond a speeding ticket. That meant he'd have to venture down to talk to the tech geeks. The young man had been escorting a witness to interrogation. Di Nozzo tackled him with perfect form, taking him to the ground. Worth, Allentown to San Antonio, and Miami to Chicago. It's the only one that's close enough for him to have driven to by now. He works the at the pharmacy." "Isn't that interesting. She wasn't a suicidal teenager or a barely literate woman trying to keep a record of her life. I went to college blind and this idiot thinks he can mess with my designs because he can see and I can't. I gues it doesn't matter, since I always catch his interference, but I'm really getting tired of having to triple check my work." Tony continued to read dictating softly into the headset. He was afraid - and no, torture couldn't make him say it out loud - that if Gibbs got hurt, they'd forget to tell him. He misjudged the doorway by a few centimeters, grazing his arm. You're mercenary when it comes to that." "Had to learn something from my father, didn't I? He knew on some level that Gibbs didn't approve of Daddy Di Nozzo, but he'd never really said anything to confirm it before. I want to yell at him for hurting the best thing in his life." "That was my mother. Suze and I set up extra meals for just that occasion. I hate having projects hanging over my head." "Okay. Gibbs blinked awake about an hour later when Tony yelped and woke. He was written up twice in his first couple years for minor infractions. Probably give Mc Gee a run for his money." "You think she's a hacker? It's possible." "Find out." "Right, boss." Tony grimaced at the assignment. "Im still running searches, but right now, they're coming out clean." Gibbs grunted. After reviewing the tapes of his injury, she couldn't help but be impressed. For some reason, the witness had bolted, moving instantly from witness to suspect. Or maybe Gibbs was being good to his word and trying to treat him normally. "His mom has a brother who just happens to be posted in Quantico. It wasn't the first time he'd had to do it, but this time was a lot more interesting. Can you believe he actually thinks I'm stupid just because I can't see him? He couldn't be with Gibbs in the field and hadn't been for six months. "I'm not dating Suzie." "That's because it's a business deal. Because sometimes I want to drive up to New York, grab him and shake him for throwing away all the love and compassion that flows out of you. " "I mean, that when you start sleeping at your desk, I'll be back to living on take out." "Nah, check out the freezer. Gibbs tightened his grip automatically and the younger man settled with a sigh. Tony waited until he heard her chair squeak to sit down. We're going to be working together more closely now and I want to clear the air a bit." She sighed. " "Granted." "The way you try to subvert Gibbs' authority. If you involve yourself in the day to day efforts of the teams, you're going to over-load. " "That's all ready been approved." "Is there anything else we need to discuss, ma'am? "Is there anything else you need to be able to do your job here? Agent Mc Gee and Abby set me up." "Then, I'll see you at the monthly meeting tomorrow." "Yes, ma'am." **** Gibbs bit back his instictive reaction to turn to Tony once again. There were other agents who were stopping and staring for a moment as they walked by. He was leaning back with his feet up, headphones on his head, keyboard in his lap as he worked. First, there'd been the injury, surgery, and recovery. He banished the image of them together by studying the printout that he'd just picked up from the team's shared printer. "I think you're pushing him too hard," she said quietly. "He's a distraction." "That's why he's on desk duty." She was quiet for a long moment. "Yes, ma'am." She took his arm just above the elbow. Here's the chair." She put his hand on the back of the chair. " "I wouldn't say talked." The door closed with a soft click. But you are not his partner any longer." "You think I'm jealous? I've seen the surviellence tapes of what happened." "But I'd distract him." "Yes." Tony shrugged. You're still going to let me do interviews and interrogations here, right? They didn't have his instincts, his talent, or his knowledge. She wasn't the only one watching Di Nozzo work either. He was getting better with the cane every day, but he still got disoriented easily. He'd never have guessed that he'd be thankful for the raised type and Braille translations in the building. He was disturbed by the mental image of the two of them curled up in his bed. Tony had somehow wriggled out of the son role within minutes of their meeting. Ziva gathered her things, including a small overnight case. " "Let me worry about whether or not Di Nozzo's doing his job." "He will take advantage of Mc Gee." Gibbs grunted. "He'll adapt." She crossed her arms, not saying anything more until they were on the plane. He'd go crazy if he didn't have something to do." **** "Tony! "Give me your hand." He frowned suspiciously at her, but offered his hand. He leaned his head against her arm and she smirked a little bit.
He awoke blind, even after the surgery to stop the internal bleeding. He looked diminished somehow, bandaged and huddled under extra blankets.
"Fine, what's happened that you don't understand and are too afraid to ask Gibbs about? "I just hope she doesn't use shorthand." "What do you mean? She meant this to be personal, so she might not have spelled things out completely." Fornell sighed. That's impressive." "Yeah, well," Tony felt his cheeks heating. Don't stay up too late or you'll scare Mc Gee when he gets here in the morning." Tony excused himself. My money says she's the first member of her family to go to college and make good." "Why? " "Should be arriving on your desk with the next interoffice mail batch.
" "Because I wanted to talk to you." There was a disgusted snort. " "I've got a diary written in Braille that I need translated." There was a long silence. **** "Hang up your coat and come to the kitchen," Di Nozzo called. "Sit down, it's time to eat." **** "So, I'll translate this for you and you'll owe me and everyone will be happy," Tony grinned. "You taught the computer to curse in three languages. I'm running the backgrounds on our missing Marine and his honey." "And the Johnson paperwork? " "Sure." He waited for the other man to cross the room, surprised that he recognized the sound of his breathing. " "I've got to finish these backgrounds, but how about over lunch?
The first time he'd tried to help and all the frustration and anger had poured out of Tony and right onto him. "Let's see what you have to say, Melissa Hartness," he murmured. He'd always had sensitive fingers and he knew if he didn't learn it, he'd have to rely on a computer to read to him. Granted, he wasn't a big reader, but without his movies, he needed to have something to do. "Dear Diary, God that sounds pathetic." **** "Well, how do you want to do this? Tony was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, hands clenched together in his lap. I'm going to be a total bastard today." "I figured on that. I'm used to you PMSing." Tony gaped at the younger man. The senior agent took a moment to breathe, then opened the door. " Mc Gee didn't answer, just got out of the car and let Tony lightly grip his arm, like when Tony asked him to take him shopping. He wasn't as tall as Tony, and he was sure that his pace had to irritate the other man. Tony's fingers gripped tightly for an instant, then released slowly. He patted Mc Gee's shoulder and batted his lashes, "do you think all these people just don't know what to say because I'm so far out of their league? Tony'd intimidated an entire room with three sentences. He was last seen at eight o'clock at the Commisary. " "Missing mid-shipman who's late back from liberty.
Gibbs had caught him in a tight hug and held him until the rage left him and he could only breathe raggedly, choking like he had the plague again. He could hear the two men talking in the front room. "I want to go hide in the basement under the boat." "I can turn the car around, but the longer you're gone, the harder it's going to be." "I know. " Mc Gee watched sheepish faces disappear behind cubicle walls. "Okay, so, it's the same system we've been using at the house," Mc Gee began, "but we need to set it up so you know where everything is." **** Gibbs strode to his desk, dropping a light rap on top of Tony's head as he went by.