Title: Strange Bedfellows
Word Count: 513
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo and Trent Kort
Summary: Sometimes those we view as enemies are actually allies
Author’s Note: Possibly the start of a multi chapter – we’ll see what Bert thinks….
Disclaimer: Still not mine…
The noise jolted Tony out of a sound slumber; he instinctively reached for the gun at his hip but found only the waistband of the running shorts he had worn to bed. He swore silently as he remembered taking off his gun and laying it on the kitchen counter. He raised his head to better hear any additional noises and listened intently. Even though he was listening for it, he just about jumped out of his skin when the loud pounding began on his door.
He swore more loudly this time and with a racing heart he stumbled through his living room knowing he would be hearing about the disturbance from his elderly neighbor. He walked past the kitchen and his gun; his gut telling him he wouldn’t need it. He looked through the peep hole and swore for the third time - loud enough for the person standing on the other side of the door to hear.
Tony opened the door and glared at a yawning Trent Kort “What do you want? It’s 2 freaking a.m.”
Kort smiled genially at Tony and answered “I know what time it is Agent DiNozzo. I have a watch.”
As Kort raised his left wrist to look at the time, Tony caught a brief glimpse of a black Blancpain wristwatch and snorted in disdain.
Kort noticed the glance and the ensuing snort, but it served only to deepen his smirk “I see that I must soon hurry along, I have a flight but I wanted to pass along some friendly information before I depart”
“About what?” questioned Tony
“It’s actually about whom” replied Kort gesturing for Tony to invite him in
“You’re not coming into my home” snarled Tony
Kort frowned at the blatant insult and replied “This is not the type of conversation one has in hallways Agent DiNozzo”
Tony didn’t answer and he didn’t step back to allow Kort entrance.
Kort laughed softly glancing momentarily at the ceiling, when his gaze returned to Tony, he simply said “Ray Cruz”
Those words were the key and Kort knew it, Tony had no choice but to step back and allow Kort into his apartment.
Kort stepped into Tony’s home and made a cursory glance around the living space noting that it was functional but boring, much like how he considered DiNozzo.
Tony shut the door behind them and faced Kort cutting quickly to the chase “What about Ray Cruz?”
Kort was equally forthcoming “He is not who you think he is”
“What is that supposed to mean? Then who is he?” snapped Tony
“He is a very dangerous man, one that needs close watching. A man with a ….agenda”
“What does he want?”
“Well now Agent DiNozzo, you already know what he wants; you just need to figure out a way to ensure that he doesn’t get it”
Tony felt his chest tighten so that he couldn’t draw breath into his lungs, but he was able to push out the one word that his mind was screaming... “Ziva”
Kort nodded solemnly “She is in danger”