Tony stormed into the house, throwing down his laptop bag and kicking it halfheartedly. It had been another nightmare day and he was exhausted. From the lack of lights and the sixty-five degree temp in the house, it was clear that Tony was the first one home, at ten pm.
This was not working out. There were so many nights where he or Gibbs were catching long cases, working crazy hours—and in his case, traveling to San Diego for three days in pursuit of someone selling counterfeit Navy uniforms. The responsibility was immense and after the Renny Grant thing, Tony didn’t trust himself, not entirely.
He supposed his team was okay. Dwayne Wilson was sharp and they’d worked together before—briefly, but Dwayne had made a great first impression. Tony was as convinced in Dwayne as he assumed Gibbs had been toward him in the early days. Cynthia Summers was the surprise. Jenny’s former admin assistant had been laid off when Jenny had died, and Cynthia had taken the opportunity to get through the police academy and FLETC. She’d graduated top of her class and brought the team smarts and wit—not to mention beauty. But Tony wouldn’t flirt with her; that just didn’t feel right. The third member of his team was the most surprising of all. Jemma Dorchester was British born and raised, the daughter of a Naval Aviator who’d married a Brit. She’d gone to college at NYU and after getting a degree in Criminology, she’d decided to go to the FBI.
The Feebs were no place for her, and Jemma had joined NCIS three years ago, one of Jenny’s last hires. She’d been designed as a probie for Paula’s team, but then all of that had gone to hell. Jemma had been assigned then to Vance’s team, where she’d impressed the then assistant director. After Jenny’s death, she’d gone to Pensacola, as a solo agent who had a fantastic close rate. Now that she’d closed a few high-profile cases, SecNav had his eye on her and had moved her closer to DC. Jemma was his senior agent and Tony found himself relying on her more and more.
Gibbs had a new probie as well. McGee was his senior agent, and Tony could accept that. McGee’d been part of the core group. With Kate. Even though it made Tony itchy to think of McGee and not him on Gibbs’ six, he could accept it. He trusted McGee as much as he trusted anyone.
Ziva hadn’t come back to NCIS after Somalia. She hadn’t been cleared for field-agent duty, hadn’t wanted to be on desk duty as an agent. She was now working at the Israeli embassy and Gibbs and McGee had seen her a few times.
Tony didn’t know the two new members of Gibbs’ team by more than names, but the one name had floored him—Alexander Remington…Alexander Remington Gibbs. Turned out Jethro had a brother that neither he or Jack had ever thought to mention to Tony. Or the team. McGee had told him, calling him in shock, Abby squealing in the background. The guy had just shown up, stowing his gear at Tony’s desk as if he’d belonged there, looking just like Gibbs. It was eerie, they’d said. And when they’d sent Tony the personnel file and picture, Tony’d been shocked and stunned. The guy had a military career, had washed out after an accident in Iraq, looked exactly like what he was—a ten year younger Gibbs. McGee and Abbs said he was a good investigator, a great asset to the team.
Tony hated everything about him.
The other probie was a guy named Cal Hatori, someone who’d been in McGee’s FLETC class. An older guy, former Dot Commer. He was a good shot and methodical, but even when he pressed, Tony couldn’t get more details from Abby and McGee. He was coming to the conclusion that Hatori wasn’t that memorable, though he had to be good if he didn’t wash out. Gibbs didn’t suffer fools.
Hurt Ch1 part 2
Three Months Later
Tony stormed into the house, throwing down his laptop bag and kicking it halfheartedly. It had been another nightmare day and he was exhausted. From the lack of lights and the sixty-five degree temp in the house, it was clear that Tony was the first one home, at ten pm.
This was not working out. There were so many nights where he or Gibbs were catching long cases, working crazy hours—and in his case, traveling to San Diego for three days in pursuit of someone selling counterfeit Navy uniforms. The responsibility was immense and after the Renny Grant thing, Tony didn’t trust himself, not entirely.
He supposed his team was okay. Dwayne Wilson was sharp and they’d worked together before—briefly, but Dwayne had made a great first impression. Tony was as convinced in Dwayne as he assumed Gibbs had been toward him in the early days. Cynthia Summers was the surprise. Jenny’s former admin assistant had been laid off when Jenny had died, and Cynthia had taken the opportunity to get through the police academy and FLETC. She’d graduated top of her class and brought the team smarts and wit—not to mention beauty. But Tony wouldn’t flirt with her; that just didn’t feel right. The third member of his team was the most surprising of all. Jemma Dorchester was British born and raised, the daughter of a Naval Aviator who’d married a Brit. She’d gone to college at NYU and after getting a degree in Criminology, she’d decided to go to the FBI.
The Feebs were no place for her, and Jemma had joined NCIS three years ago, one of Jenny’s last hires. She’d been designed as a probie for Paula’s team, but then all of that had gone to hell. Jemma had been assigned then to Vance’s team, where she’d impressed the then assistant director. After Jenny’s death, she’d gone to Pensacola, as a solo agent who had a fantastic close rate. Now that she’d closed a few high-profile cases, SecNav had his eye on her and had moved her closer to DC. Jemma was his senior agent and Tony found himself relying on her more and more.
Gibbs had a new probie as well. McGee was his senior agent, and Tony could accept that. McGee’d been part of the core group. With Kate. Even though it made Tony itchy to think of McGee and not him on Gibbs’ six, he could accept it. He trusted McGee as much as he trusted anyone.
Ziva hadn’t come back to NCIS after Somalia. She hadn’t been cleared for field-agent duty, hadn’t wanted to be on desk duty as an agent. She was now working at the Israeli embassy and Gibbs and McGee had seen her a few times.
Tony didn’t know the two new members of Gibbs’ team by more than names, but the one name had floored him—Alexander Remington…Alexander Remington Gibbs. Turned out Jethro had a brother that neither he or Jack had ever thought to mention to Tony. Or the team. McGee had told him, calling him in shock, Abby squealing in the background. The guy had just shown up, stowing his gear at Tony’s desk as if he’d belonged there, looking just like Gibbs. It was eerie, they’d said. And when they’d sent Tony the personnel file and picture, Tony’d been shocked and stunned. The guy had a military career, had washed out after an accident in Iraq, looked exactly like what he was—a ten year younger Gibbs. McGee and Abbs said he was a good investigator, a great asset to the team.
Tony hated everything about him.
The other probie was a guy named Cal Hatori, someone who’d been in McGee’s FLETC class. An older guy, former Dot Commer. He was a good shot and methodical, but even when he pressed, Tony couldn’t get more details from Abby and McGee. He was coming to the conclusion that Hatori wasn’t that memorable, though he had to be good if he didn’t wash out. Gibbs didn’t suffer fools.