Fire and Water

[emeraldsnakes]

Summary: Shot stories that take place between after Full Circle.

 

Disclaimer: I own none of this.

Words: 615
Title: Peace Offering

 

April 24 2005; Naval Yard; D.C.

 

"What do you want McGeek?" Tony asked the younger agent, annoyed at being interrupted. He gave the Probie a withering glare and waited to be annoyed to death. Thankfully the other members of their team were away so he could be as nasty as he wanted to the one who'd exposed his secret to Kate and Ziva.

 

Of all of them, he hadn't wanted Kate and Ziva to know. Kate because of the teasing relationship they had and feared she would end up sing it against him, even if accidently, and Ziva because he didn't trust her. He was fine with McGee knowing since McGee was sensible and wouldn't use it against him but he hated him for looking it up. He wanted to tell people, because it meant he was ready for them to know.

 

"I uh….um." McGee stuttered.

 

"Spit it out Probie," Tony snapped. "Or are you too scared of me now that you know what my family's capable of?"

McGee steeled himself, giving Tony a small glare and dropped a black notebook on his desk. "I figured you'd want to deal with this, instead of having it logged as evidence where anyone could read it."

He went back to his desk without another word. Puzzled Tony Picked the book up and flipped through it. Everything in him went cold as he recognized his childish script, saw the words he'd painfully written down. It was his journal, his place to ask questions he was too afraid to ask anyone else. Some of his entries were like letters to God, whom he'd never believed in, some were just simple daily ramblings. He hadn't written every day, not every week and never at a regular time. He'd always dated the entries though, and as he'd gotten older the entries had changed.

 

Gone were the questions about why his father hurt him, he wrote about all his failed plans to end his life, or get out the house. He ranted about David's one track mind when it came to getting laid, and James's arrogant "I'm better than everyone" attitude.

 

His last entry was about his final decision to leave the house; the plan he'd actually went through with; the plan he hadn't been able to keep to once he was finally away from his family because he'd hadn't any idea what the streets would be like.

 

Closing the book Tony stared at it for a moment, filled with revulsion then curiosity.

 

"McGee where'd you get this?"

 

McGee looked up at him surprised, "Uh, Atkinson's place. It was on the kitchen table so I'm assuming it had been in David's possession."

"It should be evidence Probie," Tony pointed out. It wasn't suppose to be a reprimand, Tony was glad the journal was evidence but he was curious why McGee had omitted it.

 

"Tony," McGee said with a sigh. He closed his eyes, "I read the first paragraph on one of the pages, there's no way you'd want that in evidence. I sure wouldn't want people to have access to it if I were in your position."

 

Tony couldn't help but admit there was a warm feeling growing in him, calming him. The knowledge that McGee had looked out for him like that, even though it was against protocols proved the younger agent's loyalty to the team. That and knowing that McGee had been forced to research his biological name eliminated the sting of betrayal he'd felt, and the anger.

 

He nodded, "Thanks McGee."

He'd have to somehow pay him back, and he guessed that this would be the only time in his life where he wouldn't mind doing so.