@storyofwhoiam sent: 🔫 graham for a starter where Tony's been shot.
Tony didn't usually do the prison visits. His brand of charismatic asshole tended to piss criminals off and that wasn't usually what they were looking to happen when they went on prison visits. Usually Gibbs sent McGee. McGee was good at getting prisoners to talk. But McGee was tied up in MTAC and the last time Ziva got sent to a men's prison she'd put one of the prisoners in a chokehold. So it was up to Tony to do the legwork on this case. Not something that he minded- it got him out of the office and away from the frustrated glances Gibbs kept shooting in his direction. The case wasn't going the way Gibbs wanted it to, wasn't solved after the first 24 hours. It was frustrating all of them, but no one more so than the boss. Gibbs was a hard-ass about these kinds of things.
So Tony trudged off to Wentworth Correctional Centre in the boonies of Virginia, a notepad full of questions that he had for staff and prisoners alike. That's what happened when a case cracked open old cases though. There were always plenty of questions. He even had questions for the financial team, something he didn't usually question, but there were some hinky (Abby's words) financials that came from the Warden's accounts so Tony was going to question everyone, even payroll. It was a day of bitch work, if he was being honest, something he definitely thought was more suited to the probie, but it had to be done, and Tony was good at following Gibbs' orders.
Getting through security was more of a nightmare than when he went to the Pentagon, but soon he was there, standing on the inside, notebook in hand. He wanted to start with the easy questions, staff and guards. He was working himself up to the prisoners, he told himself. There was very little pleasure in interviewing people who were already locked up for crimes.
He was heading towards the Warden's office, down a long hall of grey doors, when the alarm sounded. Immediately, Tony had his gun in hand and was running back down the hall, towards the cells. He was pushing through one of the doors when a gunshot sounded. The next thing he knew, there was a pain in his side and he was sliding down the wall, hand moving to press against his side.
He forced himself to stand up and move away from the cells, falling against the closest door and slamming his hand against it desperately.
"Help me! Help me!" He shouted as loud as he could, sliding down the door and collapsing against the ground. This wasn't how today was supposed to go, dammit. Gibbs was going to kill him.