POI fic: Sorry Bastards
TITLE: POI fic - Sorry Bastards
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 635
SUMMARY: A group of miscreants pick on the wrong people. They will be sorry
[Crossover with Equalizer & NCIS]
The aftermath of a brawl wasn’t his usual type of case, but since he was in the vicinity Fusco responded to the request for assistance.
A quick confab with the officers on scene indicated a gang of toughs had apparently been hassling a girl at the club. Two would-be rescuers had valiantly but somewhat ineffectually intervened on her behalf. Their efforts had at least succeeded in drawing the attention of the club bouncers, who successfully scared off the perps.
Stepping up to interview the people involved, Fusco groaned to himself and figured the would-be attackers were soon to be the sorriest bastards on the planet.
Scott McCall was holding ice to what would soon be an impressive black eye, while Will Ingram was dabbing at his bloody nose with a soggy handkerchief. The subject of the whole fiasco, a pretty young girl wearing a borrowed jacket and with big scared eyes, was nestled protectively between the two young men. Having assured himself that all three were in relatively good shape, he had them hustled off to the safety of the precinct while he set about the unpleasant task of informing their families about what had occurred.
Mickey and John were of course outraged on their friends’ behalf over the incident and were eager for a little payback. But Daddy McCall beat them to the punch, being quicker in following Finch’s lead to the offenders and “persuading” them to rethink any further actions (for an older man the ex-agent could be rather --intimidating). All that was left for Mickey and John to do was help in the clean up. Fusco then watched as “Uncle Harold,” not wanting to be left out, set about systematically dismantling and destroying the attackers lives from his computer at the library, all while the others egged him on. (This only confirmed Fusco’s opinion once again that Finch was the scariest BAMF of the lot of them.)
Maddie Tylor was relieved when Detective Fusco assured her she wouldn’t have any more trouble from her attackers. She was surprised when she overheard snippets of conversation at the precinct about a silver-haired gentleman who had confronted the gang. She didn’t know how he could have heard about the situation, but there was only one person she could think of who would do such a thing for her.
Gibbs was surprised to receive an early morning call from Maddie. He was concerned to hear she was embroiled in trouble again, relieved that someone had stepped in on her behalf, and a little pissed off that it wasn’t him who had earned her thanks this time. Not content to let the matter rest, he stormed into NCIS later that morning and barked at his team to look into the situation to ensure that Maddie really was out of danger. Meanwhile, he went up to Vance’s office to request time off for a quick visit to New York. Even if everything was ok, he had heard something in Maddie’s voice when she mentioned that she and her rescuers were going out to celebrate that night. Their attempted defense of her spoke well of their character, but Gibbs wasn’t going to let Maddie get involved with either of those boys without checking them out personally and putting a little fear of Gibbs into them.
Abby and McGee were a little in awe of what had been done to the perpetrators. When they explained it in layman’s terms, Tony had whistled and even Ziva seemed impressed. Gibbs would have to admit that after all that the thugs had much bigger problems and would definitely be leaving Maddie alone in the future. Whoever her mysterious guardian angel was, the man was one mean SOB. Gibbs could get behind that, and would definitely buy him a drink if they ever met.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 635
SUMMARY: A group of miscreants pick on the wrong people. They will be sorry
[Crossover with Equalizer & NCIS]
The aftermath of a brawl wasn’t his usual type of case, but since he was in the vicinity Fusco responded to the request for assistance.
A quick confab with the officers on scene indicated a gang of toughs had apparently been hassling a girl at the club. Two would-be rescuers had valiantly but somewhat ineffectually intervened on her behalf. Their efforts had at least succeeded in drawing the attention of the club bouncers, who successfully scared off the perps.
Stepping up to interview the people involved, Fusco groaned to himself and figured the would-be attackers were soon to be the sorriest bastards on the planet.
Scott McCall was holding ice to what would soon be an impressive black eye, while Will Ingram was dabbing at his bloody nose with a soggy handkerchief. The subject of the whole fiasco, a pretty young girl wearing a borrowed jacket and with big scared eyes, was nestled protectively between the two young men. Having assured himself that all three were in relatively good shape, he had them hustled off to the safety of the precinct while he set about the unpleasant task of informing their families about what had occurred.
Mickey and John were of course outraged on their friends’ behalf over the incident and were eager for a little payback. But Daddy McCall beat them to the punch, being quicker in following Finch’s lead to the offenders and “persuading” them to rethink any further actions (for an older man the ex-agent could be rather --intimidating). All that was left for Mickey and John to do was help in the clean up. Fusco then watched as “Uncle Harold,” not wanting to be left out, set about systematically dismantling and destroying the attackers lives from his computer at the library, all while the others egged him on. (This only confirmed Fusco’s opinion once again that Finch was the scariest BAMF of the lot of them.)
Maddie Tylor was relieved when Detective Fusco assured her she wouldn’t have any more trouble from her attackers. She was surprised when she overheard snippets of conversation at the precinct about a silver-haired gentleman who had confronted the gang. She didn’t know how he could have heard about the situation, but there was only one person she could think of who would do such a thing for her.
Gibbs was surprised to receive an early morning call from Maddie. He was concerned to hear she was embroiled in trouble again, relieved that someone had stepped in on her behalf, and a little pissed off that it wasn’t him who had earned her thanks this time. Not content to let the matter rest, he stormed into NCIS later that morning and barked at his team to look into the situation to ensure that Maddie really was out of danger. Meanwhile, he went up to Vance’s office to request time off for a quick visit to New York. Even if everything was ok, he had heard something in Maddie’s voice when she mentioned that she and her rescuers were going out to celebrate that night. Their attempted defense of her spoke well of their character, but Gibbs wasn’t going to let Maddie get involved with either of those boys without checking them out personally and putting a little fear of Gibbs into them.
Abby and McGee were a little in awe of what had been done to the perpetrators. When they explained it in layman’s terms, Tony had whistled and even Ziva seemed impressed. Gibbs would have to admit that after all that the thugs had much bigger problems and would definitely be leaving Maddie alone in the future. Whoever her mysterious guardian angel was, the man was one mean SOB. Gibbs could get behind that, and would definitely buy him a drink if they ever met.