Title: U.S.S. Going Nowhere
Character: Tony DiNozzo
Spoilers: Vaguely for 6.02 Agent Afloat
Tony DiNozzo looked across the table at the sniveling nineteen year old seaman who was trying the same routine on Tony that he probably tried (and succeeded) with his parents. Only, Tony wasn’t his father and he certainly wasn’t his friend so the tears had no effect; well that wasn’t entirely true, they did serve to tick him off further.
After a few brusque words and a somewhat empty threat to throw him overboard should Tony ever see him in his office again he dismissed the man/child and slammed the door behind him. The slam was not for show, Tony was frustrated.
He was a trained investigator with two decades of experience investigating major crimes, and he was stuck here on the U.S.S. Going Nowhere investigating petty thievery and school yard fights. Yeah, being Agent Afloat was akin to being a kindergarten cop - Vance couldn’t have doled out a better punishment if he had put him in front of a firing squad.
Looking at the clock and seeing it was 1600 hours, he decided to call it a day. One of the few perks of being AA was being able to set his own schedule. Locking his door behind him he made his way to his quarters for an evening of solitude, he had never felt so alone than in this floating city of ten thousand souls.
Leaning back on his bunk he reached under his pillow and pulled out the pictures. He had taken them on a sunny day only two months ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago. It was the last time he remembered being truly happy and he missed her more than he cared to admit to himself - heck who was he kidding? Missing her wasn't even half of what kept him awake at night with his thoughts filled with her. He was in love with his partner and if ever got off this boat, he was going to tell her.