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tony_dinozzo) wrote2011-07-16 07:52 pm
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Working Undercover
Tony had gotten to the point where he hated being in this club without Gibbs at his side... or at his back as the case might be considering what was going on. The small bit of pressure in his ear reminded him that Jethro was just outside, listening in to what was going on as well as quietly speaking to Tony now and again. Tony also had a small mic just beneath the inside of his jeans that would transmit everything back to Jethro, too.
This was the fourth night he'd been in here, six nights since the last sub had gone missing after leaving the club alone. Tony was getting restless.
"Jethro... how much longer do I need to stay in here? It's almost two in the morning and still nothing. And if blondie over there doesn't stop looking at me like I'm some kind of snack he wants to eat, I'm gonna smack him..."
This was the fourth night he'd been in here, six nights since the last sub had gone missing after leaving the club alone. Tony was getting restless.
"Jethro... how much longer do I need to stay in here? It's almost two in the morning and still nothing. And if blondie over there doesn't stop looking at me like I'm some kind of snack he wants to eat, I'm gonna smack him..."
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"You'll stay there till the club closes, DiNozzo. Quit complaining."
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"Son of a bitch... how'd you get back into this club you bastard..." he growled....
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"Could've sworn my Master got your ass banned..."
"Yeah, well, I got myself back in... and now I'm gonna take what I wanted that first night before your Dom got in my way..."
"Hey... get your fucking hands..." Tony trailed off in a painful whine that only turned to loud noise as he was being dragged now through the club.
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"DiNozzo?" He calls out gun at the ready. He didn't want anything to happen to his boy. If something did he wouldn't be able to live with himself.
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Tony was gone...
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Before something went wrong and his boy ended up dead.
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Tony whimpered softly and grabbed at Jethro's arm.
"Pl-please... w-want t-to go... out of h-here..."
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"Then lets get him to the hospital, Duck. I want my boy to be okay." As okay as one could be going through something like this.
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Three hours later, Tony was sleeping , having been lightly sedated and given pain meds, and Ducky was sitting with Jethro going over his current findings.
"It's going to take several weeks of physical therapy for that knee of his to heal, Jethro," Ducky said quietly. "Whoever it was that did this to him knew just how to hurt him without killing him, but only barely."
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"He will also need to see a psychiatrist, Jethro. I know you and he share the same opinions on this but with everything that happened to him, if he does not talk to someone, he could very well try to hide it from you and from himself and you know what will happen when he finally breaks. It could cost him his career."
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"Please... I want to go home, master... I just want... to go home... please, take me home..."
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"Clothes?"
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