Project Wolfbane: Chapter One
This is from the NCIS Kink Meme prompt of lycanthrope!Tony and lycanthrope!Gibbs on page 17. Just little blurbs and my imagination got away from me.
Title: Project Wolfbane
Author: skellig8
Fandom: NCIS, season 3/4-ish
Genre: Supernatural, Fantasy, AU
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Their sandbox, I'm just playing.
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, if I can wing it, otherwise, just gen
Summary: Not much is to be said about old, Cold War Era cold cases, but when one of their own is implicated, more questions arise than answers.
A/N: Like the banner? First attempt by yours truly... all mistakes are mine. Have no beta...
It was Abby who found it first, a old time mug shot of one Anthony DiNozzo circa 1955. It was an original picture and no one could fake this true aging. It was in the more classified files Abby had access to when she went into the darkest section of the archives. She went over cold cases, putting the old cases through new forensic tools. It was a non-descript box of a McCarthy era case of illegal weapons trading from inside the Navy, prime suspect: Anthony DiNozzo.
It was quickly covered up and forgotten since the government intervened and put a classified stamp on all the man’s records. She looked over the photograph again, not believing what her eyes were seeing. She pulled up a picture of Tony on the big screen and scanned in the other image, running it through a match program. Maybe it was an older relative?
No dice. Match.
Holy shit, she was sitting on a fifty year conspiracy. How could that be real? She shut off her station, getting ready to go for the night, the world she knew had been turned on its head.
This was big, no huge! news. How could she tell Tony that she knew? Should she tell him? This was way bigger than anything she had ever worked on. This was so secret that Gibbs probably didn’t even know, if he ever did, but he was gone now.
She left, troubled.
~*~*~
Abby decided to bring it up when she and Tony would be alone for awhile like when he brought her morning jolt of caffeine. She popped the two pictures up on her big screen. Footsteps heralded his arrival, placing a large Caf-Pow on her desk. Tony’s eyes flashed up to the screen any emotion was quickly covered.
“What’s this, Abs? One of those put yourself in an old photo things?”
“No, Tony. I found it in an ancient case file. Pre-computer. They weren’t too great at hiding it.” She stared him down.
He gave her an infuriating half-smile. “So?”
“What is Wolfpack?”
His expression clouded over. “Abby, truly. The less you know the better.”
“I want to know,” she returned quietly.
“No, really,” Tony returned, eyes softening as he looked at her. “I care about you, Abs. I wouldn’t want you to get involved with this. It’s nearly killed me, I don’t want the same to happen to you.”
“Tony,” Abby looked at him with bright blue eyes. “What is it, really?”
The soft look was replaced by a mischievous look. “Is this where I tell you I can’t look at my own portrait?” He laughed softly, but not at her. “Please, Abby, don’t get involved, for me. Hey, I gotta go, Abs. See you later.”
And he left her with more questions than answers. So, it was Tony. Despite her wanting to respect Tony’s opinion, she couldn’t help but want to correct the inconsistencies with the forensic evidence. Her curiosity won out. She would have to dig deeper into this than ever. She cracked her knuckles. Hopefully she could find something about him in some sort of archive. Here went nothing.
~*~*~
“May you live in interesting times,” Tony saluted the director with his drink. Smiling into his glass. It was an old saying, Chinese if he wanted to get specific. It was actually meant as a curse.
“What if I told you there was a way to get you loosened from the government leash?” Jenny began with no preamble. She was short and to the point, making it clear she wasn’t speaking to Anthony DiNozzo. She was not here to be his friend, he already felt himself missing Tom Morrow. The man was a little more respectful and didn’t blatantly use him as a tool, which Madame Director obviously had no qualms about.
“I’d say I think you’re full of crap,” Tony replied, on the defensive, putting down his glass.
“How about this, I up your workload. Increased activity means increased funding. When the money starts flowing in, we’ll talk again. With that in mind, here is your first assignment,” Jenny said sliding a folder across her desk to DiNozzo.
Tony reached forward and opened the folder marked ‘Confidential.’ Inside was a dossier of a known bioterrorist. There was intelligence indicating he would be in the country within the next few days. No red tape, no trace to the directorates, and perfect execution; the answer: Anthony DiNozzo.
“What do you think?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No,” her tone was take no prisoner.
“Then I guess I have to accept.”
“Good. Your ride will leave here at 5pm, I expect you to fulfill your end of the contract.”
“I need something before I go,” Tony said shrugging off his jacket. “I’m sure you’ve been briefed on my…situation.”
“Of course,” she demurred, rising gracefully from her chair, walked over to the bookshelf cabinet that held a small enameled box. She twisted the combination lock, opened it, and the coolness of the small sample cooler brushed over her hands. She took out one of the syringes and closed the door and twirled the lock.
Tony rolled up his shirtsleeve and bared his arm for the director. She injected him with the serum with no compunction. He rolled the sleeve back down and shrugged on his jacket.
“Shot for me, shot for you. This will be the nature of our relationship," she replied. "Have a nice trip."
Chapter Two
Title: Project Wolfbane
Author: skellig8
Fandom: NCIS, season 3/4-ish
Genre: Supernatural, Fantasy, AU
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Their sandbox, I'm just playing.
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, if I can wing it, otherwise, just gen
Summary: Not much is to be said about old, Cold War Era cold cases, but when one of their own is implicated, more questions arise than answers.
A/N: Like the banner? First attempt by yours truly... all mistakes are mine. Have no beta...
It was Abby who found it first, a old time mug shot of one Anthony DiNozzo circa 1955. It was an original picture and no one could fake this true aging. It was in the more classified files Abby had access to when she went into the darkest section of the archives. She went over cold cases, putting the old cases through new forensic tools. It was a non-descript box of a McCarthy era case of illegal weapons trading from inside the Navy, prime suspect: Anthony DiNozzo.
It was quickly covered up and forgotten since the government intervened and put a classified stamp on all the man’s records. She looked over the photograph again, not believing what her eyes were seeing. She pulled up a picture of Tony on the big screen and scanned in the other image, running it through a match program. Maybe it was an older relative?
No dice. Match.
Holy shit, she was sitting on a fifty year conspiracy. How could that be real? She shut off her station, getting ready to go for the night, the world she knew had been turned on its head.
This was big, no huge! news. How could she tell Tony that she knew? Should she tell him? This was way bigger than anything she had ever worked on. This was so secret that Gibbs probably didn’t even know, if he ever did, but he was gone now.
She left, troubled.
~*~*~
Abby decided to bring it up when she and Tony would be alone for awhile like when he brought her morning jolt of caffeine. She popped the two pictures up on her big screen. Footsteps heralded his arrival, placing a large Caf-Pow on her desk. Tony’s eyes flashed up to the screen any emotion was quickly covered.
“What’s this, Abs? One of those put yourself in an old photo things?”
“No, Tony. I found it in an ancient case file. Pre-computer. They weren’t too great at hiding it.” She stared him down.
He gave her an infuriating half-smile. “So?”
“What is Wolfpack?”
His expression clouded over. “Abby, truly. The less you know the better.”
“I want to know,” she returned quietly.
“No, really,” Tony returned, eyes softening as he looked at her. “I care about you, Abs. I wouldn’t want you to get involved with this. It’s nearly killed me, I don’t want the same to happen to you.”
“Tony,” Abby looked at him with bright blue eyes. “What is it, really?”
The soft look was replaced by a mischievous look. “Is this where I tell you I can’t look at my own portrait?” He laughed softly, but not at her. “Please, Abby, don’t get involved, for me. Hey, I gotta go, Abs. See you later.”
And he left her with more questions than answers. So, it was Tony. Despite her wanting to respect Tony’s opinion, she couldn’t help but want to correct the inconsistencies with the forensic evidence. Her curiosity won out. She would have to dig deeper into this than ever. She cracked her knuckles. Hopefully she could find something about him in some sort of archive. Here went nothing.
~*~*~
“May you live in interesting times,” Tony saluted the director with his drink. Smiling into his glass. It was an old saying, Chinese if he wanted to get specific. It was actually meant as a curse.
“What if I told you there was a way to get you loosened from the government leash?” Jenny began with no preamble. She was short and to the point, making it clear she wasn’t speaking to Anthony DiNozzo. She was not here to be his friend, he already felt himself missing Tom Morrow. The man was a little more respectful and didn’t blatantly use him as a tool, which Madame Director obviously had no qualms about.
“I’d say I think you’re full of crap,” Tony replied, on the defensive, putting down his glass.
“How about this, I up your workload. Increased activity means increased funding. When the money starts flowing in, we’ll talk again. With that in mind, here is your first assignment,” Jenny said sliding a folder across her desk to DiNozzo.
Tony reached forward and opened the folder marked ‘Confidential.’ Inside was a dossier of a known bioterrorist. There was intelligence indicating he would be in the country within the next few days. No red tape, no trace to the directorates, and perfect execution; the answer: Anthony DiNozzo.
“What do you think?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No,” her tone was take no prisoner.
“Then I guess I have to accept.”
“Good. Your ride will leave here at 5pm, I expect you to fulfill your end of the contract.”
“I need something before I go,” Tony said shrugging off his jacket. “I’m sure you’ve been briefed on my…situation.”
“Of course,” she demurred, rising gracefully from her chair, walked over to the bookshelf cabinet that held a small enameled box. She twisted the combination lock, opened it, and the coolness of the small sample cooler brushed over her hands. She took out one of the syringes and closed the door and twirled the lock.
Tony rolled up his shirtsleeve and bared his arm for the director. She injected him with the serum with no compunction. He rolled the sleeve back down and shrugged on his jacket.
“Shot for me, shot for you. This will be the nature of our relationship," she replied. "Have a nice trip."
Chapter Two