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ncisficathonSorry guys, but my electricity is fritzing out along with my internet thanks to the weather, I'll have to post this fic in parts.
Title: Exit Stage Right
Author: Water-Soter
Prompt: Alternate ending to "Baltimore." The car that Tony ran into either did more damage than he suspected or he gets hit straight on. Gibbs tries to figure out the Danny situation and why he is so concerned about the detective. Would be nice if Ducky and Abby were included somehow.
Written For: DictionGoddess
Summary: "One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though ... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."
Steven Deitz
Main Characters: Tony, Danny, Gibbs and the Major
Genre: Drama
Series: One-shot
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Author’s Notes: This is an AU to the episode “Baltimore” so there will be spoilers for that episode. DictionGoddess it looks like I’m writing for you again and so I hope I don’t disappoint! It’s a bit rushed due to a very serious situation happening with my family at the moment. I hope you like! Thanks to Scifi_Lemon for the beta and all the hand holding and a whole lot of people in the fanfic_med community for all the medical info help!
Feedback: Please, this is the only reward I get for all my hard work! Give it to me, the good, the bad and the ugly! Also if you spot any mistakes please let me know.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the NCIS characters. I just like to torture them!
Warnings: Violence, language and disturbing situations.
*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*
Tony hadn’t seen the car coming. Not with the suspect racing through alleyways like a damn speedster. That painfully ugly military hair cut a beacon in the gloomy winter day. He hadn’t slowed when the Navy Lieutenant cut across the street and traffic, which was why he was lying flat on his back, staring at a surprisingly blue sky with his fugitive getting away.
He flipped on his stomach, his vision graying out at the sudden motion, before he was up on shaky legs, like a fawn’s and racing after the tail-end of the cheap, black coat. It didn’t help that his head was doing a fine rendition of “Flight of the Valkyries” or that his wrists pounded at his sides.
Tony thankfully avoided getting run over by anymore cars. He turned in time to watch Navy Lieutenant Ian Floyd literarily stop dead in his tracks, a convenient placed boarded wall keeping the lieutenant from scurrying around all over the place like a rat.
“Nowhere to run, scumbag!” he shouted even as the world tilted and he was forced to lean against the alley’s brick wall or risk face-planting on very disgusting ground. He reached for his gun, had it cocked right at Lloyd at the same time the Lieutenant drew his, pointing it right at Tony.
“Nice, a Walter P-99, saves us the trouble of looking for the murder weapon.” A cold gust blew through the alley, it reached past his three layers and right smack into his skin. He grimaced as a shiver ran up and down his spine. It jarred painfully at his side, either bruised or worse, and his head felt light, the greying getting worse by the second.
“I’m walking out of here.” The gun shook in the Lieutenant’s hand; dark eyes looking past him and into the streets beyond as if Tony was going to let him just stroll by, though his own wrist was shaking from the effort of keeping his weapon level. His arm might as well been a wet noodle and his gun a hundred pound dumbbell. “Or I shoot you.” Lloyd added that last part like the words were clogging up his throat. Despite the cold there was a fine sheen of sweat tricking down the Lieutenant’s face.
Tony’s aim didn’t falter. Lloyd was looking a little wild-eyed and he kept fidgeting. “You’re not walking out of here.” His voice was a breathy mess, lungs stretching painfully at his side.
The pounding in his head was getting worse. Black spots danced in his eyes. Sounds faded in and out. Whatever that car had done to him, he was in a bad way and getting worse.
“I’m serious!” Lloyd shouted.
A moment later a single gunshot rang through the alley and straight into Tony’s skull. At least that’s what it felt like: hot, sharp piercing pain, like someone sticking an icepick in his ear. There wasn’t any sticky warmth running down his face, though or a bit airy at the back of his head.
His gun was still cocked mostly in Lloyd’s direction but Lloyd’s was aimed upward. The shot went up and not in him, which was a nice chance of pace. The gun came down and Tony braced himself, twitching finger on the trigger, but there wasn’t a second shot. Not that Lloyd needed to anything. Everything was fading fast. His legs trembled with the effort of supporting him, if he tried to move his legs would fold from under him. His arm was a numb, throbbing mess and breathing felt like he was drawing air through a straw.
Lloyd was glancing at the mouth of the alley then back at Tony. He could almost see the wheels turning. Tony could imagine what he looked like and he had no clue if he could stop Lloyd if he made a break for it. Any other time, Tony would. Now he was just lucky if he managed not to shoot himself in the foot or any other of his more precious bits.
“I’m walking out of here!” Lloyd said and yeah, he probably was. Tony was slipping onto the very gross ground stained with things he didn’t want to know. Lloyd was edging toward the street, gun trained on him.
A second or two and he’d be gone and things went dark. At a distance he heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Danny’s voice a teeny tiny muttering in the background, shouting maybe, “Hold it right there!”
Tony grinned and would have muttered a “Told you so” at Lloyd, but he was already out.
A/N: So sorry for the wait. When I was getting ready to post I read this part and realized how bad it was, so I rewrote it. Hope it makes more sense now. I'll be posting the rest of the story in a bit. Thank you for your patience.
Title: Exit Stage Right
Author: Water-Soter
Prompt: Alternate ending to "Baltimore." The car that Tony ran into either did more damage than he suspected or he gets hit straight on. Gibbs tries to figure out the Danny situation and why he is so concerned about the detective. Would be nice if Ducky and Abby were included somehow.
Written For: DictionGoddess
Summary: "One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though ... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."
Steven Deitz
Main Characters: Tony, Danny, Gibbs and the Major
Genre: Drama
Series: One-shot
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Author’s Notes: This is an AU to the episode “Baltimore” so there will be spoilers for that episode. DictionGoddess it looks like I’m writing for you again and so I hope I don’t disappoint! It’s a bit rushed due to a very serious situation happening with my family at the moment. I hope you like! Thanks to Scifi_Lemon for the beta and all the hand holding and a whole lot of people in the fanfic_med community for all the medical info help!
Feedback: Please, this is the only reward I get for all my hard work! Give it to me, the good, the bad and the ugly! Also if you spot any mistakes please let me know.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the NCIS characters. I just like to torture them!
Warnings: Violence, language and disturbing situations.
*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*
Tony hadn’t seen the car coming. Not with the suspect racing through alleyways like a damn speedster. That painfully ugly military hair cut a beacon in the gloomy winter day. He hadn’t slowed when the Navy Lieutenant cut across the street and traffic, which was why he was lying flat on his back, staring at a surprisingly blue sky with his fugitive getting away.
He flipped on his stomach, his vision graying out at the sudden motion, before he was up on shaky legs, like a fawn’s and racing after the tail-end of the cheap, black coat. It didn’t help that his head was doing a fine rendition of “Flight of the Valkyries” or that his wrists pounded at his sides.
Tony thankfully avoided getting run over by anymore cars. He turned in time to watch Navy Lieutenant Ian Floyd literarily stop dead in his tracks, a convenient placed boarded wall keeping the lieutenant from scurrying around all over the place like a rat.
“Nowhere to run, scumbag!” he shouted even as the world tilted and he was forced to lean against the alley’s brick wall or risk face-planting on very disgusting ground. He reached for his gun, had it cocked right at Lloyd at the same time the Lieutenant drew his, pointing it right at Tony.
“Nice, a Walter P-99, saves us the trouble of looking for the murder weapon.” A cold gust blew through the alley, it reached past his three layers and right smack into his skin. He grimaced as a shiver ran up and down his spine. It jarred painfully at his side, either bruised or worse, and his head felt light, the greying getting worse by the second.
“I’m walking out of here.” The gun shook in the Lieutenant’s hand; dark eyes looking past him and into the streets beyond as if Tony was going to let him just stroll by, though his own wrist was shaking from the effort of keeping his weapon level. His arm might as well been a wet noodle and his gun a hundred pound dumbbell. “Or I shoot you.” Lloyd added that last part like the words were clogging up his throat. Despite the cold there was a fine sheen of sweat tricking down the Lieutenant’s face.
Tony’s aim didn’t falter. Lloyd was looking a little wild-eyed and he kept fidgeting. “You’re not walking out of here.” His voice was a breathy mess, lungs stretching painfully at his side.
The pounding in his head was getting worse. Black spots danced in his eyes. Sounds faded in and out. Whatever that car had done to him, he was in a bad way and getting worse.
“I’m serious!” Lloyd shouted.
A moment later a single gunshot rang through the alley and straight into Tony’s skull. At least that’s what it felt like: hot, sharp piercing pain, like someone sticking an icepick in his ear. There wasn’t any sticky warmth running down his face, though or a bit airy at the back of his head.
His gun was still cocked mostly in Lloyd’s direction but Lloyd’s was aimed upward. The shot went up and not in him, which was a nice chance of pace. The gun came down and Tony braced himself, twitching finger on the trigger, but there wasn’t a second shot. Not that Lloyd needed to anything. Everything was fading fast. His legs trembled with the effort of supporting him, if he tried to move his legs would fold from under him. His arm was a numb, throbbing mess and breathing felt like he was drawing air through a straw.
Lloyd was glancing at the mouth of the alley then back at Tony. He could almost see the wheels turning. Tony could imagine what he looked like and he had no clue if he could stop Lloyd if he made a break for it. Any other time, Tony would. Now he was just lucky if he managed not to shoot himself in the foot or any other of his more precious bits.
“I’m walking out of here!” Lloyd said and yeah, he probably was. Tony was slipping onto the very gross ground stained with things he didn’t want to know. Lloyd was edging toward the street, gun trained on him.
A second or two and he’d be gone and things went dark. At a distance he heard the sound of a gun being cocked. Danny’s voice a teeny tiny muttering in the background, shouting maybe, “Hold it right there!”
Tony grinned and would have muttered a “Told you so” at Lloyd, but he was already out.
A/N: So sorry for the wait. When I was getting ready to post I read this part and realized how bad it was, so I rewrote it. Hope it makes more sense now. I'll be posting the rest of the story in a bit. Thank you for your patience.
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Date: 2011-09-23 03:14 pm (UTC)What a wonderful start. I can't wait for the next part.
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