(BtVS/NCIS) Now That’s Creepy
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Notes: A follow-up to my previous ficlet 'Teenage DiNozzo', though
could still be read as a stand-alone.
Now That’s Creepy
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo had a wide grin on his face as he stealthily picked the lock on the modest well kept home. It was all he could do to suppress chuckle; that would spoil the game.
Sneaking in and scaring the newest team member, even the temporary ones, was a tradition of his. He’d done it to McGee and now it was this man’s turn. Okay, sure, he hadn’t been suicidal enough to try it on Ziva and, as boss at the time, it wouldn’t have been appropriate to do it to Agent Lee, that was besides the point. He was doing it now.
The lock gave with a soft click and Tony’s grin widened even more. Casually he walked into the house and closed the door behind him. Tony took a moment to admire the home theatre set-up before listening intently for his prey.
A soft noise below him sent Tony to the stairs at the back of the house. He went down them silently, more out of habit then any conscious effort on his part. He stopped dead in his tracks from the hand axe that imbedded itself deep in the wall less than an inch from his nose.
“Something you need Tony?” a voice asked from the other side of the basement
“A change of underwear would be a start,” Tony rasped with a hand to his chest as he tried to will his heart to a normal pace. In retrospect, sneaking up on Mini-Gibbs probably wasn’t his most inspired idea ever.
After a couple of deep breaths Tony went down the rest of the stairs and turned towards the other man, taking in the basement as he did. “Wow, now this is creepy,” he muttered to himself as he saw the array of workbenches, hand tools, and wood spread about.
The other man gave no indication of hearing him and instead gestured to the patch over his left eye. “You’re just lucky my depth perception is shot.”
“No kidding,” Tony muttered as the man turned back to the wooden cabinet he was working on.
“Tony,” the man started as he ran the sandpaper over, what looked to Tony at least, perfectly smooth wood. “Not that it’s not nice to have you break into my house, but what do you want.”
“Got a new case,” Tony told him simply as he went to sit in a nearby chair.
“The ritual killings,” he said knowingly before he turned back to Tony and his eye widened. “Tony, don’t-”
The warning came too late. As soon as Tony sat down the chair fell apart, landing him unceremoniously on the cold concrete.
“Sit in that chair. It’s not done and barely screwed finger tight,” the man finished, laughing unapologetically.
“Funny man Xander,” Tony said from the ground as he accepted the hand up.
Xander just grinned. “The case?”
The grin seemed to be infectious and soon Tony had one sporting his own face. The two of them were a lot alike, especially when they first met, though Tony could see a little more of his father in the young man every day. He wasn’t the only one to notice the mixture of personalities either. Abby would sometimes jokingly call him Alexander Gibbs-DiNozzo instead of Xander Harris.
“Right, that Finn guy from your agency loaned you too us. Said you would have special insights into the case. Whatever that means.”
“He did, did he?” Just then Xander’s cell rang and he rolled his remaining eye when he answered it. “Riley. Yah, Tony’s here now. I’m on my way.”
Xander flipped the phone shut and headed for the stairs. “C’mon, let’s go. I wonder what Dad would say if I wore my new Hawaiian shirt to the crime scene?”
Tony grinned at the mental picture as he followed the younger man up the stairs. His grin was quickly gone as he paused and took one last look around Xander’s basement. “Still creepy,” he decided before heading out.