tejas' prompt:Tony finds out what his dad did for a living before Tony was born. ITAT/NCIS
Robert Wagner played Alexander Mundy in It Takes a Thief. Noah Bain was his boss.
“Mundy?”
Tony’s head snapped up as an elderly man approached, sitting down on the park bench beside him. Gibbs was wrapping up questioning the victim’s boss, and had asked Tony to get them both some coffee from the outside kiosk. Since Gibbs had been getting his heavy flirt on, Tony’d agreed, leaving the other man to his devices.
Tony cocked his head, looking at the man. He was dressed in a suit, older—probably his father’s age—but there was a sharpness to his gaze. “Anthony DiNozzo,” he said, standing automatically. There was something about this man that commanded respect.
“Noah Bain, but I don’t suppose it matters,” the man said, looking Tony up and down. Tony struggled against the urge to fidget. “Extraordinary. DiNozzo, you say? Not Mundy?” His voice was deep, resonant, commanding much like Gibbs’ but in a less in-your-face way.
“Anthony DiNozzo,” Tony repeated. “What is this about?”
The man sat on the bench, shaking his head, a small smile on his face. “We used to discuss in places just like this…” He shook his head. “It is impossible. You look just like him. Carbon copy. Never seen such a thing.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Tony replied, trying hard to keep patient. “What is this Mundy?” He’d never used that name undercover, had he?
The man zeroed in on Tony’s badge, his smile softening. “You’re not dressed in uniform, so that lets out many of our local law enforcement agencies. Not FBI, your clothing isn’t right. What branch?”
Tony blinked a few times, trying to keep up with this guy’s thought process. He didn’t seem to be confused or in an altered state, but sometimes mental illnesses were just that good. Before answering, Tony pulled out his cell phone and checked to see if there were any silver alerts. There were none posted, no elderly people were missing, though that didn’t mean this guy hadn’t just slipped out of his caretakers’ grasp.
But something didn’t seem right about it. The man was patient, his gaze sharp.
“NCIS—Naval—”
“Criminal Investigative Service. Ah yes. I know the branch well, though it was NIS in my day.”
“Your day?” Tony replied.
“Better save that for another time.”
The man reached into his pocket, withdrawing a wallet. “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would have never…” He trailed off, pulling out a photograph and handing it to Tony. For a second, Tony flashed back to his father showing him the fishing picture of them both, before he took a good long look at the picture.
The man who sat beside him was there, younger but still very recognizable. And beside him was a man…Tony blinked a few times, focusing sharply on the picture. It was no joke. The man had known his father, was in a picture with him. Sure, Dad looked a lot younger, but the smile, the eyes, the mannerisms were the same.
“Mundy?” Tony asked, his voice unsteady, pointing to his father.
“Yes, Alexander Mundy. A great man I had the opportunity to work with. You know him?”
“My father,” Tony whispered.
“Oh. Well, I do believe we have some talking to do.”
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Talking to do for tejas
Date: 2012-01-08 04:43 pm (UTC)Robert Wagner played Alexander Mundy in It Takes a Thief. Noah Bain was his boss.
“Mundy?”
Tony’s head snapped up as an elderly man approached, sitting down on the park bench beside him. Gibbs was wrapping up questioning the victim’s boss, and had asked Tony to get them both some coffee from the outside kiosk. Since Gibbs had been getting his heavy flirt on, Tony’d agreed, leaving the other man to his devices.
Tony cocked his head, looking at the man. He was dressed in a suit, older—probably his father’s age—but there was a sharpness to his gaze. “Anthony DiNozzo,” he said, standing automatically. There was something about this man that commanded respect.
“Noah Bain, but I don’t suppose it matters,” the man said, looking Tony up and down. Tony struggled against the urge to fidget. “Extraordinary. DiNozzo, you say? Not Mundy?” His voice was deep, resonant, commanding much like Gibbs’ but in a less in-your-face way.
“Anthony DiNozzo,” Tony repeated. “What is this about?”
The man sat on the bench, shaking his head, a small smile on his face. “We used to discuss in places just like this…” He shook his head. “It is impossible. You look just like him. Carbon copy. Never seen such a thing.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Tony replied, trying hard to keep patient. “What is this Mundy?” He’d never used that name undercover, had he?
The man zeroed in on Tony’s badge, his smile softening. “You’re not dressed in uniform, so that lets out many of our local law enforcement agencies. Not FBI, your clothing isn’t right. What branch?”
Tony blinked a few times, trying to keep up with this guy’s thought process. He didn’t seem to be confused or in an altered state, but sometimes mental illnesses were just that good. Before answering, Tony pulled out his cell phone and checked to see if there were any silver alerts. There were none posted, no elderly people were missing, though that didn’t mean this guy hadn’t just slipped out of his caretakers’ grasp.
But something didn’t seem right about it. The man was patient, his gaze sharp.
“NCIS—Naval—”
“Criminal Investigative Service. Ah yes. I know the branch well, though it was NIS in my day.”
“Your day?” Tony replied.
“Better save that for another time.”
The man reached into his pocket, withdrawing a wallet. “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would have never…” He trailed off, pulling out a photograph and handing it to Tony. For a second, Tony flashed back to his father showing him the fishing picture of them both, before he took a good long look at the picture.
The man who sat beside him was there, younger but still very recognizable. And beside him was a man…Tony blinked a few times, focusing sharply on the picture. It was no joke. The man had known his father, was in a picture with him. Sure, Dad looked a lot younger, but the smile, the eyes, the mannerisms were the same.
“Mundy?” Tony asked, his voice unsteady, pointing to his father.
“Yes, Alexander Mundy. A great man I had the opportunity to work with. You know him?”
“My father,” Tony whispered.
“Oh. Well, I do believe we have some talking to do.”