Author’s Note: I really hope that you guys like this one-shot. Tony is one of my favorite characters on NCIS because he’s not only a good person but he has a sense of humor. And who doesn’t love his love for movies? But, anyway, I hope that you guys like this. Requests are open at the moment. My prompt lists can be found on my masterlist.
7. “What’s our exit strategy?” “Our what?” “Oh my God, we’re all going to die!”
Word Count: 1,389
Warnings: Language
Y/n and Tony were sitting in a corner booth at the front of the restaurant. Tony’s arm was slung across Y/n’s shoulder as they waited for the suspect to arrive. In front of them sat two cokes that they were drinking while they watched and waited. All they needed was for the murder to meet with his accomplice. It was that simple, but it seemed that the man they were after didn’t think so. They had no idea that it would take all day.
A few days before, the team had caught the man’s accomplice. He didn’t seem to care that he had killed a man as he was at his sister’s dance recital. Y/n and Tony cuffed him and then Gibbs and Tony questioned the man for hours as he made it clear that he wasn’t going to talk. That he really didn’t care what happened to him. And then when he realized that he had no way out, that he was still pinned to the murder, he caved. He spilled everything he had on the man and more. Y/n was glad that she wouldn’t need an accomplice if she ever murdered someone.
The man then Gibbs that he would be meeting with the man at a bar in a few days and that was the teams best chance to catch him. And that is why Y/n and Tony found themselves in the restaurant, doing nothing but twitling their thumbs.
“What are you gonna do after this?” Y/n asked Tony as she stirred the straw in her coke. Trestaurantant wasn’t too busy, so from where they sat, Y/n had a good look at the man they were meant to be watching.
Tony shift and moved his arm back to his side. He wasn’t too thrilled to have to get up close and person with Y/n. It wasn’t that he didn’t like her, he thought that she was a wonderful person and a great agent. But there was just something about her that gave him anxiety. Maybe she was intimidating, but that couldn’t be it. She hadn’t done anything to scare him. Maybe it was him. Maybe he was the problem. He didn’t know. He probably never would.
Turning to her, he said, “I think I’ll try to get you out of the dress.” Y/n rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder.
Glancing around the restaurant, all she saw were the other people in the restaurant and the man that they were keeping their eyes on. The angle of the lights made the sweat on the man’s face visible as it ran down from his forehead. Everyone was having a great time. Friends were talking over lunch, some people were on dates with those that they thought were the one, and family members were bickering over whatever. They all were enjoying themselves. Y/n wished that she was enjoying her time in the place like everyone else. But instead of chatting away like everyone else, she was stuck sitting next to Tony. “You know that is never gonna happen, DiNozzo. Your no Clark Gable. So don’t think that you can talk me out of my clothes.”
“Ouch! You think Clark Gable is better than me?” He asked in shook. “ You think that he could do a better job at flirting than me? The man’s dead!”
“I’m well aware that he’s dead,” she told him. “But who didn’t love the man in Gone with the Wind? And to be honest, Gibbs is probably better at getting women to strip than you.”
Tony was not a fan of that comment.
Ever since Y/n had joined the team there had been tension between her a Tony. It started out fine. She knew that it wasn’t because of anything that she had done. She was new and he didn’t trust her. That was normal. She had bounced around the agency many times and was familiar with the tension that new agents brought with them. But as time went on and as Tony was always forced to partner with Y/n, the tension decreased. She liked that she was able to joke around with him and the rest of the team. She liked that she finally felt like apart of the team.
While the tension decreased for a time, one day it shot all the way to hell. Y/n didn’t understand how one day Tony could treat her like family and the next fawn all over her. He was always making jokes about how he loved her and would do anything for her. Often times he would quote movies and all Y/n could do was roll her eyes. She had never been trapped in a work relationship like DiNozzo put her in. And often times she was unsure if that was his normal behavior towards people he was friendly with or towards women that he found attractive. He created horrible sexual tension that was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
During the more than friendly banter, the accomplice they were watching slipped out the back door, out of their sight. It took the pair a few moments to notice.
“Shit! Gibbs is not going to be happy about this,” Tony muttered as he stood from the table, Y/n right behind him.
The two went out the back, their guns were drawn. The back door came out to an alley with a dumpster next to the door and nothing but trash on the other side. The door shut behind them with a thud that sent Y/n in the air.
“I’m tough, Tony. I’ve got this,” he teased. “Tough people don’t jump when doors shut, Y/L/N.”
Y/n scoffed, “Oh, yeah? Says the one that jumps when Gibbs walks in the room.” Y/n moved passed Tony and was about to go around the dumpster when shoots rang through the alley. “Shit.”
The two crouched behind the dumpster before Tony went and tried the door. Y/n looked back at him as Tony turned back to her and shook his head. There was no way out, the door was locked.
Tony crouched beside Y/n, “It be smart of you to be afraid of Gibbs as well,” he said before looking over the dumpster and firing back at where the shots came from.
The two of them shoot off a few rounds at where the shoots first came from, but they were getting nowhere fast. It seemed that whoever was firing at them had a whole arsenal, while they just had a few rounds.
“Tony,” Y/n called. “Do you think we were set up? Because I’ve been set up before and this definitely feels like a setup.”
Tony muttered to himself as he reloaded his gun and shot over the top of the dumpster. “Really! Why didn’t you bring this up earlier?”
Y/n kept quiet as they exchanged shots with whoever was shooting at them. Y/n cursed under her breath as she realized that she was out of ammo. “Tony, I think we have a problem.”
Still firing shots off, Tony asked, “And what would that be? The fact that you should mention things in advance?”
“No! I’m out of ammo.”
“Well that’s just great,” he commented, throwing up his hands and turned to her. “What do you want me to do?”
“What’s our exit strategy?”
Tony turned back to the dumpster and peeked his head over. He could see a shadow around the corner of the building, but he knew that he probably won’t be able to get a shot at the person. “Our what?”
Y/n’s eyes went wide as she ran a hand over her face. “Oh my God, we’re all going to die!”
“No, we’re not,” Tony reassured her. “Just call Gibbs.”
Y/n shook her head at her partner. For a senior agent, Y/n would have thought that Tony would have a plan. But of course, he didn’t. That would be too easy. Y/n dialed Gibb’s number and told him of their situation. Y/n wasn’t afraid of Gibbs he was a kind man who didn’t shit. Tony, on the other hand, was the one to watch out for. Especially if you didn’t want to die.
Tengo tu beso, aquí en mi mente. No quiero un beso; quiero algo mejor. Me conformo con el recuerdo de tus ojitos cerrados y risa enloquecida a milímetros de mí.
