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dragonheartRating: G
Characters: Tony DiNozzo and Trent Kort
Category: General
Word Count: 811
Summary: Sometimes the one you thought of as an enemy proves to be an ally
“Ziva is in danger? From Ray?” coughed Tony
Kort glanced quickly at his watch “Relax Agent DiNozzo, she is in no immediate danger. Cruz is enroute to Tel Aviv as we speak”
“Tel Aviv?” Tony cursed loudly “How do you know he’s in Tel Aviv?”
Kort chuckled “Because I sent him there”
“You sent him there?”
“Maybe we should start at the beginning” suggested Kort gesturing to the couch.
Tony nodded in the affirmative “Give me two minutes to put on some clothes, It feels weird standing here half naked talking to you”
Kort snorted “By all means, Agent DiNozzo”
Tony walked into his bedroom and quickly slipped on a t-shirt and pair of jeans. He went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror – he made a silent promise to Ray Cruz over my dead body.
Tony returned to his living room to find Kort sitting on his couch drinking a beer
“By all means Kort, help yourself”
“Got one for you too” answered Kort nodding towards an opened bottle on the end table next to the arm chair.
Tony sat down and took a long drink of the beer, it was actually exactly what he needed, he rested the cold bottle against his forehead briefly then looked at Kort and sighed “Tell me”
“Ray Cruz is not the run of the mill field agent that he has led everyone to believe. He is actually part of a unit that is affectionately known within the organization as The Hand. The Hand controls the geopolitical climate around the world. Ray Cruz is The Latin Hand – basically nothing happens in South America without Ray Cruz having his fingerprints all over it.”
Tony was appalled remembering Ray’s words it’s what I do, not who I am – and thought yeah right, dirt bag.
Kort continued “So Imagine my surprise when I got a phone call from someone very high in the organization telling me that I would be working with Cruz and to give him my full attention and cooperation. I don’t normally work South America, I work for the Eastern European Hand, but I go where I am told. No details were given, only that I would be contacted at a later time. When I arrived in Washington to assist with Cobb I found that Field Agent Cruz had been assigned as the CIA liaison to NCIS and was in a long standing personal relationship with Agent David. You can well imagine that my interest was indeed peaked, but no further information was forth coming from Cruz so I played along.
Kort paused to finish the last of the beer.
“When I was being held by Cobb he was taunting me; I was only half listening to him because most of what he was saying was about his childhood and his father, but then he started babbling about Cruz and the CIA wanting Ziva David, but that he had messed them up by taking her himself.”
“Why does the CIA want Ziva?” questioned Tony
“I don’t know, Cobb seemed to remember who I was and shut up. But after it was all over I did say something along the lines of your handlers will be happy that Cobb didn’t kill David. Cruz blew it off well enough, but I know the comment struck a nerve because one of my sparrows called to inform me that Cruz was making high level inquires about me.”
“I don’t understand any of this” said Tony rubbing his face with both hands.
“That’s all I know” supplied Kort glancing again at this watch before saying “I have to go, but I have bought you 24 maybe 48 hours before Cruz realizes that I am not in Israel. What you choose to do with what I have given you is left up to you.”
Kort stood and walked to the door with Tony following him, as Tony opened the door he asked the question that been biting at the back of his mind since he opened the door to find Kort “Why are you telling me this? We aren’t exactly friends and there has been bad blood between us for years”
“No, we aren’t friends, but I owed you; when I walk out this door, I consider my debt paid”
A look of comprehension passed between the two men as Tony nodded in acknowledgment and with that Trent Kort turned and walked down the hallway without a look back.
Tony closed the door and retrieved his cell from his jacket pocket - after checking the time – 3:10 am he dialed from memory and grinned humorously as the phone on the other end was answered after only one ring and a groggy voice snapped “This had better be good”
“Boss, we got a problem”
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Date: 2011-06-10 02:53 am (UTC)...which is good because I want MORE!
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Date: 2011-06-10 11:04 am (UTC)not sure where to go from here - I have a couple of different ideas but they tend to venture into casefic territory and that's usually not to well received.
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Date: 2011-06-11 01:31 am (UTC)WHAT??? I LOVE case-fic! It's the BEST! And it's the most challenging to write, which makes me that much more impressed with any author who can pull it off. And honey? This is setting up to be one damned fine, hot case-fic!!
Keep going!!
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Date: 2011-06-10 08:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-10 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-10 12:15 pm (UTC)This is excellent - you nail Kort so well.
More please *g*