Title: The Quiet One
Author: Keira Marcos
Big Short Prompt: Fury
Genre: Gen, Semper Fidelis tag
Word Count: 743
Summary: Fornell does what Gibbs should’ve done.
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The file was sitting on his desk when he sat down. Tobias Fornell was known for a few things among the people in his life—he was loyal, honest, and even tempered. Very few people had seen him truly lose his fucking mind so when he stood from his desk, paper crumpled in his fist and shouted for his second in command, the entire division scrambled out of their chairs.
“Sir?” Sacks appeared in the door. The man had his weapon drawn which would’ve amused Tobias on any other day.
“Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo is at Bethesda. Go there and take a full team with you—guard him like he’s the fucking President. Once he’s released, bring him to me. Don’t let anyone interfere.”
“Is he hurt?”
“He was nearly murdered by a fucking Mossad agent and apparently NCIS and the fucking SECNAV are about to toss one of our own at the feet of Eli David!”
Sacks mouthed dropped open. “What?”
“Right,” Fornell said icily. “Secure him. Don’t let anyone from NCIS near him—it’ll be your job if you do.” He picked up his phone and started dialing. “Now!”
Sacks darted out of the doorway shouting several names—at least two of the heaviest hitters in the division were plucked for the assignment. Tobias wasn’t surprised. Sacks was an asshole, but he was a smart asshole. A voice answered his call as he tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear. “I need to send you something.”
“Am I going to like it?”
“That depends—how would you like to arrest Eli David’s precious little girl for espionage?”
“Don’t fuck with my emotions, Tobias,” the voice warned.
“Go stand by your fax machine,” Fornell ordered and hung up.
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“Where the hell is DiNozzo?” Gibbs demanded as soon as he entered Fornell’s office. “If you’ve arrested him, Tobias, I swear…”
“No, he’s in protective custody,” Fornell leaned back in his chair. “In a cushy safe house actually with a selection of really attractive people to take care of him. I let him pick his security detail—obviously, not a wise move, but he was real pouty about being in custody.”
“Why do you have him? We need to get on a plane. Vance is—”
“A sorry mother fucker,” Tobias interrupted. “I always knew that asshole was more politician than he was anything else but I thought better of you.” He glared at Gibbs when the man opened his mouth to speak. “Going to throw your boy to the wolves?”
“Tony can handle himself.”
“He certainly can,” Tobias agreed. “But right now? I’m taking care of him, and I’ll be damned if he’s going to Israel to be interrogated by a foreign spy agency for doing his fucking job. Get out of my office, Gibbs, before I have you arrested.”
“You can’t just hold my people hostage,” Gibbs snapped.
“He’s not yours—not anymore. How many times, really, did you think you could screw him over?” Tobias opened a drawer and pulled out a badge. He tossed it at Gibbs and the former Marine caught it. “He said he gun was taken as evidence. His resignation from NCIS was sent registered mail to Vance directly.”
“Done,” Tobias said shortly. “It’s all done, and he’s already signed an employment offer with us. We take care of our own, Gibbs. I thought—well hell—I thought you did too until yesterday.”
“This isn’t over,” Gibbs warned. “He’s my agent.”
“Whatever you say,” Tobias said.
Gibbs stormed out, and after a few minutes, Tobias stood to leave.
His phone rang. “Fornell.”
“You didn’t let Tony keep his cell, right? I’ve been asked to try to find it.”
“His cell is sitting in my desk drawer,” Tobias said. “I take it this call is secure, McGee?”
“Why did you do it?”
“I gave myself a line I’d never cross,” Tim said. “A line I never thought I’d have to worry about getting anyway near. I can’t ignore treason for anyone, Fornell and Tony didn’t deserve to be sacrificed as a distraction so they could protect her.”
Fornell realized in that moment that no matter how angry he was—his fury was nothing like what was brewing in Tim McGee. “You have a job here when you want it.”
“Just take care of Tony,” Tim said shortly and hung up.
“It’s always the quiet ones,” Fornell murmured wryly.
The Big Short is a short-form writing challenge hosted on Rough Trade’s forum, The Workshop. The prompts come in two forms — a word challenge (the theme) and a single character challenge. I post my responses to the prompts on the forum first and eventually they’ll make it to my website. Each is a stand alone piece with no potential for expansion.
These short works are NOT prompts! These are my responses to the forum prompts. No, you cannot use them as prompts. No you cannot continue my short work with a longer work or write a sequel. For fuck’s sake.