Your Best Shot
Title: Your Best Shot
Prompt Number/Prompt: 009. Lie
Character/Fandom: Ron Sacks // NCIS
Word Count: 346
Rating: T
Warning(s): Someone's been shot.
Summary: Why we don't negotiate with terrorists.
A/N: So I got to thinking, if Fornell : Gibbs :: Sacks : Tony, then Fornell : Sacks :: Gibbs : Tony, right? But that got me wondering if Fornell and Sacks have the same sort of relationship that Gibbs and Tony do, and I decided…nah.
"Ron," Fornell shook his head slowly.
"Don't say anything. Just rest. Stay still," He demanded, shrugging his jacket off quickly and stuffing it under Fornell's head.
"Since when do you give me orders?" He yanked the jacket away with his right hand. "Don't do that, you-"
"Don't talk, you're gonna be-"
"Also," Fornell started, ignoring Ron and pushing himself into a sitting position. "What part of 'does not negotiate with terrorists' did you not understand?"
"The part where I stand by and let him shoot you."
"Case you didn't notice, he shot me anyway."
"Which is probably why we don't negotiate with them," He muttered, giving up on keeping Fornell comfortable and instead applying pressure to the hole in his shoulder. They both winced as the blood oozed up between his fingers.
"What are you making faces for? I'm the one in pain here."
"And yet you still find the time to belittle me."
"You make it easy," Fornell dead-panned. "After all, you did just let our only lead drive off into the sunset."
"Have a little faith in me, Boss," Sacks grinned, as the phone on his belt started to vibrate. Wiping one hand on his jeans, he flipped it open. "Tony? Upstairs. Second door on the left. Call an ambulance too."
When he hung up, Fornell was glaring at him again.
"You called NCIS?"
"Well I-"
"You called NCIS."
"Well, technically we were supposed to be sharing jurisdiction with them anyway-"
"I told you not to call NCIS."
"Believe me, I didn't want to."
"You don't like NCIS more than I don't like NCIS."
"But you see, that's the beauty of my plan-"
"Since when do you have plans? Especially plans I don't know about?"
"-nobody would expect me to ask for help from them, so Imanni didn't think he'd have to sneak out since it was just you and me. And now, he's downstairs with NCIS."
"…you do still work for me, right? And the FBI?"
With a roll of his eyes, Ron changed the subject. "Imanni's not going anywhere, in case you care. Tony said Ziva's standing on his elbow."
Fornell wheezed suddenly. "Don't make me laugh, are you trying to kill me too?"
"Sorry..."
Prompt Number/Prompt: 009. Lie
Character/Fandom: Ron Sacks // NCIS
Word Count: 346
Rating: T
Warning(s): Someone's been shot.
Summary: Why we don't negotiate with terrorists.
A/N: So I got to thinking, if Fornell : Gibbs :: Sacks : Tony, then Fornell : Sacks :: Gibbs : Tony, right? But that got me wondering if Fornell and Sacks have the same sort of relationship that Gibbs and Tony do, and I decided…nah.
"Ron," Fornell shook his head slowly.
"Don't say anything. Just rest. Stay still," He demanded, shrugging his jacket off quickly and stuffing it under Fornell's head.
"Since when do you give me orders?" He yanked the jacket away with his right hand. "Don't do that, you-"
"Don't talk, you're gonna be-"
"Also," Fornell started, ignoring Ron and pushing himself into a sitting position. "What part of 'does not negotiate with terrorists' did you not understand?"
"The part where I stand by and let him shoot you."
"Case you didn't notice, he shot me anyway."
"Which is probably why we don't negotiate with them," He muttered, giving up on keeping Fornell comfortable and instead applying pressure to the hole in his shoulder. They both winced as the blood oozed up between his fingers.
"What are you making faces for? I'm the one in pain here."
"And yet you still find the time to belittle me."
"You make it easy," Fornell dead-panned. "After all, you did just let our only lead drive off into the sunset."
"Have a little faith in me, Boss," Sacks grinned, as the phone on his belt started to vibrate. Wiping one hand on his jeans, he flipped it open. "Tony? Upstairs. Second door on the left. Call an ambulance too."
When he hung up, Fornell was glaring at him again.
"You called NCIS?"
"Well I-"
"You called NCIS."
"Well, technically we were supposed to be sharing jurisdiction with them anyway-"
"I told you not to call NCIS."
"Believe me, I didn't want to."
"You don't like NCIS more than I don't like NCIS."
"But you see, that's the beauty of my plan-"
"Since when do you have plans? Especially plans I don't know about?"
"-nobody would expect me to ask for help from them, so Imanni didn't think he'd have to sneak out since it was just you and me. And now, he's downstairs with NCIS."
"…you do still work for me, right? And the FBI?"
With a roll of his eyes, Ron changed the subject. "Imanni's not going anywhere, in case you care. Tony said Ziva's standing on his elbow."
Fornell wheezed suddenly. "Don't make me laugh, are you trying to kill me too?"
"Sorry..."