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On Your Six - NCIS
Title: On Your Six
Author: Strangevisitor7
Rated: G
Fandom:NCIS
Prompt: Hero - originally written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ncis_flashfic
Characters: Tim, Tony and a bit of Gibbs
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: All things belong to their respective creators
Summary: Tony and Tim pursue a Suspect
On Your Six
“McGee, you sure the suspect ran into the warehouse,” Tony asked as he drew his weapon.
“I watched him head inside and then waited for you,” McGee confirmed.
“Okay, I’m going in. Cover me.” Tony cracked opened the door and leading with his gun, he entered the storage facility. McGee followed; his back to Tony’s in the standard sweeping formation.
The warehouse was organized in a grid pattern. Boxes were stacked on racks fifteen feet high. There was no sign of the suspect. Tony signaled for McGee to travel up an aisle to the left while Tony headed down the adjacent one.
At the end of the row they met up again. The sound of boxes moving caught their attention. Tony headed toward the sound with McGee trailing. Halfway down the aisle the sound of a motor starting came from the next walkway over.
The two shared a panicked look and in unison they sprinted for the end of the aisle. Behind them the rack started tipping, spilling goods in the space that Tony and Tim had just vacated.
The two slammed into the far wall. Breathing heavily, Tony clapped McGee on the shoulder and indicated he was heading toward the motor sound. McGee nodded and covered Tony as he followed him toward the now abandoned fork lift.
Shots rang out as they approached. Tony shoved McGee down as the two took cover behind the truck.
“Thanks, Tony,” McGee breathed heavily with relief.
Tony just smiled. Pointing over the top of the truck, he indicated the location of the shooter. As he did, another shot clanged off the fork lift. Tony leaned over to whisper, “Call Gibbs, we might need back-up. And cover me.”
McGee positioned himself to shoot, “Be careful,” He whispered. Tony sent him a confident smirk as he took off toward the offices at the back of the warehouse. McGee exchanged gunfire with the suspect to distract from Tony's approach.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tony disappear down the next aisleway. He then sank down behind the truck and made the call to Gibbs. He explained the situation.
“Tell Tony not to play hero. Wait for us to get there,” Gibbs commanded.
“It may be too late for that,” McGee admitted.
“Well, then why are you talking to me when you should be covering his back? Move it.”
“Yes, boss.” McGee closed the phone and checked on the location of the shooter. When no shots rang out, McGee risked following Tony’s route around the corner.
A cluster of makeshift offices and cubicles sat in the northeastern corner of the warehouse. Several of the doors were open and McGee could hear movement. Cautiously, he approached the largest of the offices.
As Tim moved inside, he found himself looking into the raised gun of the suspect. The gun fired but in that instant Tim realized he was crashing through the plaster wall into the neighboring office.
He landed in a heap with Tony on top of him. “Stay down, probie,” he smirked. Tony rolled off of McGee to train his weapon on the suspect. “Halt, Federal Agents!” he yelled.
The guy took off deeper in to the maze of cubicles. “Damn,” Tony groused, “Ready, McGee?” He started to edge back into the adjacent office.
McGee was still blinking plaster dust out of his eyes. “No, Tony. Gibbs said sit tight. No heroics, he’s on his way.”
“Sorry, no can do, McGee.” Tony stepped back and grabbed McGee’s hand, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, we have this guy trapped.”
McGee sighed and followed Tony through the hole in the wall. The suspect was making a lot of noise as he worked his way from the offices and into the labyrinth of cubicles.
Tony held up a hand stopping McGee in his tracks. Listening Tim heard noises coming from one of the neighboring cubicles. Tony smiled and kicked at the half wall. It teetered and fell. Then like dominoes, the entire collection of cubicles collapsed. A cry of pain indicated that their guy had gotten caught in the series of falling walls.
Tony scrambled over toward the sound of whimpering and found him trapped. “Drop your weapon,” DiNozzo commanded.
The suspect released his weapon and Tony kicked it toward McGee. With less than tender care, Tony dragged the man from under the wall and pulled him to his feet.
Hand cuffed and limping, DiNozzo manhandled the suspect back to the front of the warehouse. Once outside, Tony pushed him into the back seat of their car.
McGee and DiNozzo parked themselves on the hood of the car to wait for Gibbs. “Hey Tony?”
“Yeah, McGee?”
“Um…thanks for pushing me out of the way of that bullet,” McGee had finally allowed himself to think about how close he’d come to possibly dying. “You risked your life to save me.”
Tony laughed, “I just reacted. Trust me, if I’d realized how close I was to that bullet, we might be down one probie right now.”
“Tony,” McGee reached out to force DiNozzo to look at him, “don’t downplay what happened. You have to accept that you did a heroic thing and I am grateful.”
Tony stared at McGee and tried to shrug off the moment, “Just doing my job and protecting my partner.”
“Well, it was more than that to me,” Tim emphasized, “Thanks.” Tony nodded and the two sat smiling at each other.
Then, Gibbs voice broke the silence, “If you two are done making eyes at each other, will one of you tell me what the hell just happened here.”
Author: Strangevisitor7
Rated: G
Fandom:NCIS
Prompt: Hero - originally written for
ncis_flashficCharacters: Tim, Tony and a bit of Gibbs
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: All things belong to their respective creators
Summary: Tony and Tim pursue a Suspect
“McGee, you sure the suspect ran into the warehouse,” Tony asked as he drew his weapon.
“I watched him head inside and then waited for you,” McGee confirmed.
“Okay, I’m going in. Cover me.” Tony cracked opened the door and leading with his gun, he entered the storage facility. McGee followed; his back to Tony’s in the standard sweeping formation.
The warehouse was organized in a grid pattern. Boxes were stacked on racks fifteen feet high. There was no sign of the suspect. Tony signaled for McGee to travel up an aisle to the left while Tony headed down the adjacent one.
At the end of the row they met up again. The sound of boxes moving caught their attention. Tony headed toward the sound with McGee trailing. Halfway down the aisle the sound of a motor starting came from the next walkway over.
The two shared a panicked look and in unison they sprinted for the end of the aisle. Behind them the rack started tipping, spilling goods in the space that Tony and Tim had just vacated.
The two slammed into the far wall. Breathing heavily, Tony clapped McGee on the shoulder and indicated he was heading toward the motor sound. McGee nodded and covered Tony as he followed him toward the now abandoned fork lift.
Shots rang out as they approached. Tony shoved McGee down as the two took cover behind the truck.
“Thanks, Tony,” McGee breathed heavily with relief.
Tony just smiled. Pointing over the top of the truck, he indicated the location of the shooter. As he did, another shot clanged off the fork lift. Tony leaned over to whisper, “Call Gibbs, we might need back-up. And cover me.”
McGee positioned himself to shoot, “Be careful,” He whispered. Tony sent him a confident smirk as he took off toward the offices at the back of the warehouse. McGee exchanged gunfire with the suspect to distract from Tony's approach.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tony disappear down the next aisleway. He then sank down behind the truck and made the call to Gibbs. He explained the situation.
“Tell Tony not to play hero. Wait for us to get there,” Gibbs commanded.
“It may be too late for that,” McGee admitted.
“Well, then why are you talking to me when you should be covering his back? Move it.”
“Yes, boss.” McGee closed the phone and checked on the location of the shooter. When no shots rang out, McGee risked following Tony’s route around the corner.
A cluster of makeshift offices and cubicles sat in the northeastern corner of the warehouse. Several of the doors were open and McGee could hear movement. Cautiously, he approached the largest of the offices.
As Tim moved inside, he found himself looking into the raised gun of the suspect. The gun fired but in that instant Tim realized he was crashing through the plaster wall into the neighboring office.
He landed in a heap with Tony on top of him. “Stay down, probie,” he smirked. Tony rolled off of McGee to train his weapon on the suspect. “Halt, Federal Agents!” he yelled.
The guy took off deeper in to the maze of cubicles. “Damn,” Tony groused, “Ready, McGee?” He started to edge back into the adjacent office.
McGee was still blinking plaster dust out of his eyes. “No, Tony. Gibbs said sit tight. No heroics, he’s on his way.”
“Sorry, no can do, McGee.” Tony stepped back and grabbed McGee’s hand, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, we have this guy trapped.”
McGee sighed and followed Tony through the hole in the wall. The suspect was making a lot of noise as he worked his way from the offices and into the labyrinth of cubicles.
Tony held up a hand stopping McGee in his tracks. Listening Tim heard noises coming from one of the neighboring cubicles. Tony smiled and kicked at the half wall. It teetered and fell. Then like dominoes, the entire collection of cubicles collapsed. A cry of pain indicated that their guy had gotten caught in the series of falling walls.
Tony scrambled over toward the sound of whimpering and found him trapped. “Drop your weapon,” DiNozzo commanded.
The suspect released his weapon and Tony kicked it toward McGee. With less than tender care, Tony dragged the man from under the wall and pulled him to his feet.
Hand cuffed and limping, DiNozzo manhandled the suspect back to the front of the warehouse. Once outside, Tony pushed him into the back seat of their car.
McGee and DiNozzo parked themselves on the hood of the car to wait for Gibbs. “Hey Tony?”
“Yeah, McGee?”
“Um…thanks for pushing me out of the way of that bullet,” McGee had finally allowed himself to think about how close he’d come to possibly dying. “You risked your life to save me.”
Tony laughed, “I just reacted. Trust me, if I’d realized how close I was to that bullet, we might be down one probie right now.”
“Tony,” McGee reached out to force DiNozzo to look at him, “don’t downplay what happened. You have to accept that you did a heroic thing and I am grateful.”
Tony stared at McGee and tried to shrug off the moment, “Just doing my job and protecting my partner.”
“Well, it was more than that to me,” Tim emphasized, “Thanks.” Tony nodded and the two sat smiling at each other.
Then, Gibbs voice broke the silence, “If you two are done making eyes at each other, will one of you tell me what the hell just happened here.”