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The Nightmare
Tony woke up covered in sweat with his worse fears coming out in his latest nightmarish dreams and because of them he was short of sleep. He got out of bed and cleaned up before fixing an early morning cup of coffee, how could his mind picture him with Ziva and a daughter in the future? He flexed his arm wincing a little as the “scratch” made it self-known. Why was his mind trying to produce a soul sucking nightmarish dream that bitch belittled him, shot him by “mistake”, had a hand Todd’s death and put a wedge between him and his team. The only thing worse would be putting him with GIBBS. Vomit inducing Bette Noire. Why would his mind put him with abusive mother fuckers. He decided that he needed lots and lots of therapy.
Drawing away from those morbid thoughts Tony sighed making the decision to do what he did best. INVESTIGATE. Determined to investigate the things that had been bothering him, but his loyalty had left alone. He also enacted the DiNozzo Network from England to Afghanistan to Saudia Arabia to Kuwait to Iraq to Mexico to (gasp) Israel to the US information flowed into Tony’s web. When he collated/analyzed it all he could completely say with confidence “Holy Shit Show Batman” He didn’t walk but ran to Tom Morrow’s office. Morrow read through the paperwork and remarked “Holy ShitI.” They called in Harm and Chegwidden from JAG who went through the reports and simultaneously said “Holy Shit.” Cases they successfully prosecuted could be overturned hours and hours of work down the drain. Murderers could be released because of false reports including forensic reports. “Holy Fucking Shit.”
After taking a sip from a stiff drink, Morrow said, “We have to let the powers that be know.” Murmurs of agreement came from the others but…. “It can’t be SECNAV.” Chegwidden said, “It looks like he’s part of the problem.” Harm nodded. Before anyone else could say anything there was a knock on the conference room door.
Tony, the only one unsurprised by the interruption, went and opened the door, moving out of the way he turned to the others in the room with a little bow and spoke. “The higher ups we need.” As the 3 gentlemen around the table gaped. The Defense Secretary General Jonathan “Jack” O’Neill with two l’s walked in with Owen T. Marshall the Attorney General. (The DiNozzo Network is a wild and wonderful place when utilized). Tony made them drinks and they sat down to read the reports. General Jack finished first with a muttered “Holy Shit.” Owen Marshall being an attorney read the document through twice to make sure he had all the pertinent facts before he murmured “Holy Shit.” The two cabinet members exchanged glances, but it was General Jack that pulled out his cell phone. Hitting a button (not everyone has the President’s secretary on speed dial after all) “Mrs. Landingham, this is General O’Neill I need to see the President and Leo McGarry ASAP. We will need a secured room.” Tony decided it was time for him to leave after all this was all above his pay grade. He got up and headed for the door however he forgot who was in the room at least 3 of the 5 other occupants were military and definitely understood situational awareness. A hand landed on his shoulder as he got within 3 ft. of the door. “Where do you think you’re going, Skippy?” Turning around to face a smirking Jack, Tony answered “I did my job I reported my findings to the appropriate senior staff.”
“Yep, and we’re taking it further and we will need your expertise.” Jack answered with a smirk on his face. 3 hours later found the 6 “gentlemen” with the President and his Chief of Staff is a secure room at the White House. (Let us pray for their survival after all messengers have been killed before this)
“HOLY SHIT LEO,” before President Bartlett could continue, Leo McGarry added his own “Holy Shit, Sir”
Leo turned to Tony, “Agent DiNozzo, you found all the” he paused for a moment for a politically correct euphemism, “threads. Yes, threads to these actions.” Tony answered succinctly “Yes, Sir.” (Never give an interrogator more information than necessary).
“Leo this needs to be fixed, and someone needs to explain how the interviews and background checks could be circumvented.” President Bartlet took a deep breath before continuing, “We have The Secretary of Navy being blackmailed, the Director of a Federal Agency in bed with a foreign government figuratively and literally plus being complicit in the death of an Agent she was sworn to protect , an Assistant Director of a Federal Agency planning to turn our service people into “FRANKENSTEIN” notwithstanding he’s either Teek/Owen/Vance and how man oaths has he broken? We have a Director of Intelligence of an “allied” country selling our people out and committing murder on our shores. We have the daughter of said Allie complicit in the murder of a Federal Agent. We have a Sr. Federal Agent blackmailing The SecNav as well as committing murder, a Jr. Federal Agent writing a tell all as well as hacking other Federal Agencies, a supposed expert Forensic Scientist that has contributed to said above crimes as well as a maturity level that is less than my 12-year-old granddaughter. And Finally, a Medical Examiner that thinks he’s the next Casanova we need to make sure no damage has been done to the careers of the females he’s tried to compromise. FIX THIS LEO” President Bartlett left the meeting with that mic drop.
Leo rubbed his hand down his face to give himself a moment to think. He looked over at Morrow who promptly replied to the look, “I told you about the problems I’ve been telling you for years so don’t think you’re going to palm this shitstorm on me. Shephard wasn’t even on my list.” Leo sighed and nodded his head, “Ok the first thing is Agent DiNozzo is transferred to Homeland Security with ALL that entails.”
“Sir,” Tony said to get Leo’s attention. “I’m thinking about getting out of law enforcement it’s been not so great. I think I’ll go raise bees in Sussex England I have a small farm and dual citizenship.”
“Give us a chance to make shit right DiNozzo.” Jack said.
A few months later and fall out.
Secretary of the Navy Philip Davenport suffered a severe illness and had to be hospitalized. He died of heart problems in Bethesda Navy Hospital. (When someone shoots an air bubble in your IV well things happen.) His family decided to bury him at Calvary Cemetery in Indianapolis, IN
NCIS, Director Jenny Shephard died unexpectantly from an aneurysm for the “undiagnosed” brain tumor she had. Totally legit…..NOT.
Assistant Director of Mossad Eli David was assassinated along with members of his inner circle, which included Rivkin ironically the shots were right between the eyes in every case. Tut tut such a waste of intelligence assets.
Assistant Director of NCIS, Leon Vance/Owen/Teek (or every Tom, Dick and Harry) died in a car accident on the way back from a mountain retreat. The Frankenstein project never got off the ground.
NCIS Senior Supervisor Agent LeRoy Jethro Gibbs died in his home due to home invasion. Unfortunately, he was drunk and couldn’t get to his guns fast enough.
Mossad Liaison Ziva David was brought up on charges of espionage, without her father backing her she ended up in GITMO dying when she tried to escape. She was eaten by a Great White Shark. If Mossad had chummed the waters that would have been a coincidence right? The “coast guard” of the base tried to rescue her but the shark took off her headfirst. They had to undergo counseling for months to get over the trauma. (Beer and Pizza, every Friday paid for by an anonymous donor “Tony” but that would be telling)
NCIS Jr Agent Tim McGee sentenced to prison for hacking into the databases of various Federal Agencies. The Nuremberg defense, I was only following orders, didn’t work. When he got out after 14 years, he was unemployable and ended up dead after a stint on skid row. His father Admiral McGee had to retire early because if he couldn’t teach his son right from wrong and what orders are legal etc. they didn’t want him influencing any Navy Personal. The good news is that by leaving the Navy his cancer was found early.
NCIS Forensic Scientist Dr. Abagail Scuito was remanded to mental health facility that she never left retreating to a goth childish state. She was traumatized by Gibbs death and McGee’s conviction. Not to mention how anyone could question her results or professionalism. Really?
Dr. Donald Mallard was allowed to retire. He consulted all over the world and wrote many well received medical texts on the forensic examinations of bodies.
Tony transferred to Homeland/Homeworld Security and found a life with…….pick one.
The End.