Of Hunters and Agents part 2
Title: Of Hunters and Agents
Author: Rosedraquia
Summary: When Tony, Gibbs and Dean are trapped in an underground survival course by a serial killer, what will they do? Are the Agents willing to work with a known murderer in order to survive? And is everything truly as it seems?
An: Because every Supernatural fanfiction author needs a cross-over with some version of a crime series :).
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this plot.
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"Well this sucks. What'm I gonna do with you guys."
That was something Tony definitely didn't want to hear. Unfortunately he couldn't 'wake up' now without it seeming convenient enough to be suspicious. That was taken out of his hands though when he was suddenly being shaken and found himself automatically looking up and rearing back from Winchester. Fortunately the action seemed fairly natural for someone who's apparently been woken up restrained, to an unknown face in a strange place.
Winchester just grinned at him before pulling out that piece of metal and fiddling with Tony's cuffs. "Hey don't worry, guy. I'm not the baddie here. Seems we managed to get ourselves in a bit of a situation." Winchester took longer with Tony's cuffs than he had done with his own, but Tony supposed it would have seemed suspicious if he had picked them like he was used to doing so. Not that being able to pick handcuffs wasn't already fairly distrustful behaviour. Taking off the cuffs Tony lowered his arms and rubbed his wrists. He gave a wary look at the handcuffs, considering he was a 'Baltimore cop', it would be weird if he didn't. Winchester just grinned and winked before moving over to Gibbs.
Letting his eyes widen as he 'spotted' Gibbs he rushed over and shook his boss, letting himself look as worried and anxious as he truly was considering there was a mentally unstable psychopath right next to the both of them.
"Gibbs! Gibbs, are you ok?"
Gibbs opened his eyes before rolling them in what seemed a surprisingly fond gesture.
"Do I look like I'm ok Tony? I'm cuffed to a wall in some god-forsaken place and you're shakin' me all over the place."
Letting go with a little nervous laugh Tony scratched the back of his head, surprised by the fondly exasperated look Gibbs was sending him. Yeah, they had to act like they were family but it still didn't make it any less surprising when Gibbs did.
Winchester reached over and started picking Gibbs cuffs, taking a minute before the cuffs clicked open. Gibbs gave him a mildly distrustful look as he started rubbing his wrists before finally nodding in slight thanks. Winchester shot a look between them before raising an eyebrow.
"So you two know each other then?"
Tony smiled easily, trying to cover his anxiety. Thankfully they were in a situation where some anxiety would be expected anyway. Tony didn't know what he would have done if he had of recognised Winchester walking down a street or something. Probably something stupid that would have gotten him nearly killed.
Not that this was looking much better to be honest.
"Yeah, Gibbs' my uncle. I was visiting him after just getting past the Academy. I've gotten accepted into Baltimore Police." He stated it proudly, like only a newbie (or a probie) could be at joining the force. Before finishing with, "I'm Tony by the way."
Winchester's eyes narrowed slightly but the expression was replaced almost immediately with an easygoing grin, if Tony hadn't known to look for it he would have missed it altogether.
"Police, huh. Well done, then. I guess."
Winchester shook his head slightly and the grin dimmed a bit. "Sorry. I'm not too fond of the police. One too many drunken escapades in my youth got me on my force's bad side."
Tony snorted, grinning. Yeah, 'his force' being all the major law enforcement agencies in the USA. Winchester then turned himself to Gibbs, who had walked over and opened the door while they talked. "What about you, old man? You with a force?"
Gibbs shot a dark look over his shoulder at the 'old man' comment before waving it off, turning back to the corridor.
"I'm a retired marine. Clearly I retired a bit early."
At that Winchester's grin returned full force. "Ha. Too true. My old man was a marine. Turned me and my brother's whole lives into survival courses."
God, wasn't that the truth. Completely fucked the two kids up as well, if the stories about their childhoods were accurate.
"Hey man, what's your name anyways?"
Tony asked this as he sidled up to Gibbs, his hands in his pockets. He peered around his boss' shoulder into the hallway. There was some fluorescent lights leading down the corridor, which was bare concrete the whole way except the floor, which seemed to be made up of smaller concrete tiles.
"Dean Winchester."
Tony was glad he was turned away; otherwise Winchester would have seen his surprised expression. He had assumed they would be given a fake name. Surely Winchester wasn't that confident that they didn't know his name? Tony had just revealed that he was a cop for Christ's sake! Granted he was a 'new' one, but still! That seemed a bit reckless.
Quickly regaining his bearings he flashed a smile over his shoulder at Winchester, who was apparently using the time to check his pockets for something. "Dean, huh? So altogether we're Dean, Tony and Gibbs? Looks like too close a set up for Tom, Dick and Harry for my tastes. Hopefully we won't go the way they usually do."
Dean blinked and looked up, seemingly caught off guard before letting out a startled laugh.
"Hey, you're not too bad. For a cop."
Tony grinned slightly, glad that someone was finally appreciating his jokes; before remembering that that someone was an unstable murderer. It was surprisingly hard to keep in mind. "And you're not too bad for a...what'd you say you do again?"
Dean didn't answer right away, as apparently he needed to take out the 3 inch knife he had up his sleeve. Tony stiffened and Gibbs, who had been searching the hallway for a trap or surveillance system, felt it and glanced back before stiffening himself. Winchester, though, didn't notice; as all he did was flip the knife once in a practiced motion before spiriting it back to wherever he kept it. Only then did he look up to answer and Tony nearly missed it, too busy trying to calm his heart back down.
"I'm a part-time bounty hunter."
He said it with such nonchalance that Tony and Gibbs could only stare. If they didn't know any better they would think he was telling the truth, even Gibbs seemed mildly disturbed by Dean's apparent ability to lie. That kind of skill usually only came with either large amounts of practice or psychosis. Unfortunately, in this case it was probably both.
"Really?"
Tony couldn't help the disbelieving question, it's not like the guy didn't look the part. It's just...bounty hunter? Dean took in their expressions and smirked before the smirk slipped and he got serious.
"Yeah. And I was here for a reason. Look you've heard about the murders right? By that copycat killer?"
Tony nodded and Gibbs tipped his head in what could be interpreted as an affirmative.
"Well..."
Dean spread his hands and grinned a slightly uneasy grin,
"Welcome to Survival 101. Get out in 5 hours or you're toast."
Tony knew the disbelief was showing on his face.
"Wait, so what? You're hunting this guy? And that's how you break it to us that we've been kidnapped by a homicidal serial killer?"
Dean smiled, but the expression was sharp with promise and Tony felt his mouth go dry. He had seen some pretty scary expressions in his time, but never one quite as ruthless as the one Dean Winchester was wearing right now. Suddenly the room felt a hell of a lot smaller than it had before.
"Hunting. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing." Then Dean's expression lightened and he shrugged. "Hey, it's not too bad. At least it aint Saw."
That caused Tony's throat to close up once again. The fact that a murderer was making the same references as him didn't sit quite right and abruptly the situation seemed a lot more overwhelming than it had earlier.
Dean seemed to notice how pale he had become, Gibbs must have too because Tony felt a reassuring hand appear on his shoulder.
"Hey, man...Tony? You ok?"
"Yeah, it's just...hitting me suddenly, you know? I've never been kidnapped before and..."
Not true, he had been kidnapped a fair few times before; but technically he had never been held along with his boss and one of the FBI's most wanted as fellow prisoners.
Dean, on the other hand, simply snorted and patted him on the back; causing the hairs on the back of Tony's neck to stand on end.
"Yeah well...it's an occupational hazard for me."
There seemed to be no response to that, but before the silence could get too bad Gibbs had reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. They watched as he turned it on before staring at it like he could get it to work the way he wanted through sheer willpower alone. Tony chuckled and reached out to take the phone from his boss. Gibbs never had, and never will be, technologically savvy.
"What d'ya want me to do, Uncle Gibbs."
He couldn't help the teasing note in his voice, and his grin didn't drop even when Gibbs glared the Plague back into his system.
"Get a hold of Abby. She'll help."
Tony froze for a second before doing as his boss asked, wondering what Gibbs was playing at. If Abby said the wrong thing their cover could be blown. He raised the phone to his ear and listened to it ring as Gibbs acknowledged Dean's curious look and offered a rough 'explanation'.
"Abby, she's an...adopted niece of mine, you could say. Though she was the one to adopt me." Gibbs shook his head and the automatic fond look that came on his face whenever he talked to or about Abby only corroborated his story. "She's a forensic scientist, if anyone can find out where we are, she can."
Abby picked up on the fifth ring with her usual enthusiastic,
"Gibbs!"
Which, thank God, just made their story seem more convincing.
"Hey Abby. Sorry, Gibbs couldn't work out the phone and he put me on."
He could practically feel Abby's confusion and then her worry transmit over the phone. "What...Tony? What happened? Are you guys alright?"
Tony winced at her worry but hastened to reassure her. If there was once person in the world he always felt guilty about worrying, it was Abby.
"We're fine, Abbs! Just...we may have been kidnapped by that serial killer you and your team were looking for." Again he could feel her confusion and worry escalate and hastened to speak before she could ask some questions that the eavesdropping murderer might be curious about. "Uncle Gibbs mentioned that you were looking for the copycat who's kidnapped us. It's me, Gibbs and a guy called Dean Winchester down here and apparently we only have like...5 hours to get out alive. Can you try and do some of your forensic-y stuff to find us?"
He could practically feel as Abby comprehended the situation and he could have kissed her. If ever there was a time that her interest in the occult had helped them, it was now. There was no way she could have not remembered the Winchesters. He listened as she let out a trembling breath before audibly strengthening her resolve.
"Yeah, ok Tony. I'm assuming you guys were taken from where you were staying?"
At Tony's verbal agreement she 'hmmed' slightly and there was some movement in the background as she made her way out of her apartment and to her car. "Right. Then I'll drive to the lab, you keep yours and Gibbs' phone on, ya hear? I need to be able to keep in touch with you for as long as possible. Also...be safe alright? Don't do anything...stupid."
i.e. Don't piss off either murderer. Gotcha.
"Sure thing Abbs. Call us back when you get something, alright?"
Gibbs then took the phone before they could end the call and spoke, his voice calm and reassuring,
"We'll be fine Abbs. We've all got some good training and will get out of this alive. Don't you worry." In other words, it was two against one if the worst came to the worst and both Tony and Gibbs could handle themselves in a fight.
They could hear her take in another trembling breath before speaking in a slightly watery tone,
"Alright Gibbs. Be careful the both of you! If either of you get hurt I'll...do something violent and not very nice!"
At that both Gibbs and Tony grinned, relieved that Abby was getting some of her spunk back.
"Sure thing, Abbs. Call me when you get something."
There was an answering 'ok' before Gibbs cut the call, putting his phone back in his pocket. Meanwhile Tony turned his own on before replacing it as well. If anyone could get through the scrambler and trace their signals, it would be Abby or McGee; who would undoubtedly be getting a call right now, along with Ziva, about their present situation.
"She seemed like a nice girl."
Tony felt his eyes automatically narrow at the playful grin on Dean's face. If there was any person in the world he did not want anywhere near Abby, it was Dean Winchester. They had heard about some of the shit he did to women back in St Lucia and the thought of him even knowing Abby's name...What made it worse was with only her first name, relative location, and the fact that she was a forensic scientist; someone like Dean could probably track her down easily.
It made ice curl through Tony's veins at the thought.
Dean noticed both his expression and Gibbs', causing him to raise his hands in surrender, though not to lose the grin. "Don't worry. Sheesh, I won't touch her if that's what has you so worried. I'm not into the intellectual types."
Which...didn't actually make sense. They heard that Dean's last victim, the one who had gotten away, had been a student at Stanford. You don't get a lot more intellectual than Stanford. He could see Gibbs eyes also narrowing, making the same connections that he had.
It didn't matter though, as Dean had already turned to the hallway and was regarding it with a wary kind of irritation. Like he was far too used to situations like these and simply had to get himself through it once again. Not too much of a challenge, just a habitual annoyance.
It was a rather pitiful thought, actually.
"Ok guys. I'm fairly used to shit like this, so I'll take point and watch out for any of the usual traps. You guys stay close behind me. I've heard that this guy builds this place up like a survival course, all we gotta do is survive."
Despite both their instincts automatically being to tell Dean where he could stuff his 'I'll lead' bullshit, both Tony and Gibbs pushed those instincts aside. To tell the truth, he would rather the murderer being the first to get taken out by any traps. And Dean did have more experience at this kind of thing, if his file was anything to go by. Tony gave a resolute nod and Gibbs motioned Dean forward, a vaguely sardonic expression on his face. Dean just pulled a face back and stalked forwards on feet that were far too silent to be reassuring.
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tbc
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