[NCIS] Requiem :: PG-13 :: Gen :: 1/1
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chaletianTitle: Requiem
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chaletian
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For the end of season 6
Summary: Future!fic. There are things about Special Agent Tony DiNozzo that Jimmy Palmer won’t tell.
It was a blustery February day, and Special Agent-in-charge Anthony DiNozzo was clearly in a fouler mood than usual. He snapped at his team, let loose a stream of sarcasm and invective at the photoprinter so impressive in its length and depth that everyone stopped to listen, and, notably, drank six cups of coffee and a CaffPow.
“It’s this case,” whispered Agent Robinson to Agent Martinez, under the cover of double-checking Martinez’s work on tracing a bank account. “It’s fucking with his head.”
“No kidding? Don’t know why – as murders go, we’ve seen worse.”
Robinson grinned. “Wow. Our jobs don’t suck.”
“Hey! Girls! Sleepover’s finished! You two want to do some work? Now!”
“Yes, Boss,” they muttered in unison, and watched as DiNozzo stalked out of the bullpen, everything – from his smart shoes right up to the tips of his grey hair – bristling with frustration and anger.
“Whatever’s got his goat,” said Martinez, as soon as the coast was clear, “it’s making him into a grade-A asshole.”
“Yeah, like he’s not bad enough usually,” replied Robinson, before going wide-eyed with guilt as a familiar figure hoved into view behind Martinez. “Dr Palmer!”
“Hey, boys,” said the Medical Examiner. “I was looking for Tony, but I take it he’s not here.”
“Yeah. No,” said Robinson.
“He left,” supplied Martinez. “He’s… he seems sorta out of sorts. If you know what I mean.”
Palmer nodded. “It’ll be the case,” he said. “He doesn’t like Mossad.”
“Why?” asked Martinez, and Palmer shrugged.
“Well, there’s a story about Tony, and Mossad, and a woman he cared about. But it’s not a story that’s mine to tell.” He glanced over towards the elevator. “Better crack on. He’s coming back.”
oOo
Down in the morgue, a little later, Jimmy Palmer closes the cold metal door on the body of the Mossad agent killed whilst on board the USS Reagan, and knows without turning that Tony is behind him. He moves on to the benches along the wall and begins to wash his hands, aware of Tony staring at the storage door.
“I see Mossad still believes in fucking over its agents.”
Jimmy reaches for a blue towel, dries his hands, and turns round.
“Death was immediate – large calibre gunshot to the heart. I emailed you the report.”
“I wish I could forget her,” says Tony, and Jimmy smiles, and touches his arm, before turning away to finish the paperwork on the stainless steel bench.
“No, you don’t.”
There’s a silence, then the sound of footsteps as Tony heads for the sliding doors. The footsteps pause.
“No. I don’t.”
FIN
Author:
chaletianFandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: For the end of season 6
Summary: Future!fic. There are things about Special Agent Tony DiNozzo that Jimmy Palmer won’t tell.
It was a blustery February day, and Special Agent-in-charge Anthony DiNozzo was clearly in a fouler mood than usual. He snapped at his team, let loose a stream of sarcasm and invective at the photoprinter so impressive in its length and depth that everyone stopped to listen, and, notably, drank six cups of coffee and a CaffPow.
“It’s this case,” whispered Agent Robinson to Agent Martinez, under the cover of double-checking Martinez’s work on tracing a bank account. “It’s fucking with his head.”
“No kidding? Don’t know why – as murders go, we’ve seen worse.”
Robinson grinned. “Wow. Our jobs don’t suck.”
“Hey! Girls! Sleepover’s finished! You two want to do some work? Now!”
“Yes, Boss,” they muttered in unison, and watched as DiNozzo stalked out of the bullpen, everything – from his smart shoes right up to the tips of his grey hair – bristling with frustration and anger.
“Whatever’s got his goat,” said Martinez, as soon as the coast was clear, “it’s making him into a grade-A asshole.”
“Yeah, like he’s not bad enough usually,” replied Robinson, before going wide-eyed with guilt as a familiar figure hoved into view behind Martinez. “Dr Palmer!”
“Hey, boys,” said the Medical Examiner. “I was looking for Tony, but I take it he’s not here.”
“Yeah. No,” said Robinson.
“He left,” supplied Martinez. “He’s… he seems sorta out of sorts. If you know what I mean.”
Palmer nodded. “It’ll be the case,” he said. “He doesn’t like Mossad.”
“Why?” asked Martinez, and Palmer shrugged.
“Well, there’s a story about Tony, and Mossad, and a woman he cared about. But it’s not a story that’s mine to tell.” He glanced over towards the elevator. “Better crack on. He’s coming back.”
Down in the morgue, a little later, Jimmy Palmer closes the cold metal door on the body of the Mossad agent killed whilst on board the USS Reagan, and knows without turning that Tony is behind him. He moves on to the benches along the wall and begins to wash his hands, aware of Tony staring at the storage door.
“I see Mossad still believes in fucking over its agents.”
Jimmy reaches for a blue towel, dries his hands, and turns round.
“Death was immediate – large calibre gunshot to the heart. I emailed you the report.”
“I wish I could forget her,” says Tony, and Jimmy smiles, and touches his arm, before turning away to finish the paperwork on the stainless steel bench.
“No, you don’t.”
There’s a silence, then the sound of footsteps as Tony heads for the sliding doors. The footsteps pause.
“No. I don’t.”
FIN
