Fandom: NCIS, SG1, MCU, SGA
Warnings: Mention of character death, canon typical
Word Total: 3342
Tony stared at the man who walked into the interrogation room he was being held in. Tall, fit and commanding, he filled the small room with the force of his personality and he hadn’t said a word. Tony figured he was roughly the same age as Gibbs.
When the stab of pain came, he ignored it. He didn’t have the time to break down and grieve like he wanted to for the old bastard. His list still had a few names on it.
“You’ve been a very big busy man, Agent DiNozzo,” the other man said as he sat down.
So he was going for neutral, with a faint hint of admiration, Tony realized. Well, it wasn’t like he hadn’t used the same tactics on people before. From the way the other man was acting, he had interrogated people before. And Tony himself wasn’t new to being in the hot seat.
“So glad that you approve of my activities, General O’Neill,” Tony said, voice quiet and body language neutral.
From the sharp look he got, the general wasn’t expecting to be recognized. Tony had no idea why he thought he could get away with that. The man was in command of a large number of Marines as an Air Force officer. Heavy combat asset marines who mostly stayed out of trouble, despite what service their CO was in. That was unusual enough that it had attracted his attention.
“Well, you have managed to get rid of some persistent thorns in my side with your crusade,” O’Neill told him. “And caused a number of promotions when the people in charge got arrested for all the bad things you found.”
“Did Colonel Maybourne enjoy his promotion?” Tony asked. He was ignoring the faint sounds of panic coming from the other side of the one-way mirror.
“Yes. After he stopped laughing, he enjoyed it immensely,” O’Neill informed him. “Now he’s just hoping you won’t come after him.”
“As much as Maybourne reminds me of a skeevy used car salesman, being slimy isn’t a crime. So as long as he remembers which side of the law he should be on, he’s fine,” Tony explained, voice pleasant.
“And the presumptive director of NCIS?”
Tony almost growled at the thought of that woman. “Being obsessive is all well and good in law enforcement, up to a point. But indulging your personal obsession with unsanctioned use of government resources is not okay. Especially when the plan is to kill the said object of the obsession while fucking over a number of other operations.”
O’Neill nodded once. “Well, I can see that. And the two Senators?”
“If you must have dirty laundry, make sure it’s properly buried. Or better yet, make sure it’s incinerated. If it’s anywhere a cop can find it, we will,” Tony bitched. He was still disgusted at how obvious the two men had been. Kinsey had been extremely easy to take down. “They weren’t on my target list but I found out how dirty their laundry was along the way. You’re. Welcome.”
The snort of laughter the General let loose seemed almost involuntary and Tony tried not to relax. He wasn’t out of his current mess yet and he didn’t need to get cocky.
“You have been busy,” O’Neill confirmed. “And I know none of us were upset at what you did to Kinsey. But he was apparently a side project as you took down a number of movers and shakers worldwide. Wanna tell me what caused the snap?”
Any amusement he was feeling disappeared and Tony stared at the General, eyes hard. “I’m sure all of you who survived the fallout have discerned the trigger.”
“Yeah, kid, we know,” O’Neill confirmed. His voice was colored with compassion.
“So now what?” Tony asked.
“Now? Kid, now we need to find you someplace to land. Your scorched earth campaign means everyone is too wary to take you in,” the general told him. “Everyone but me.”
That was a surprise. O’Neill and his merry group of madmen recruited from the military and from the science corps around the world. They did not, as a rule, recruit from the various alphabet agencies. He barely knew that and he had no idea how he would fit in.
“Why you?” Tony asked, curiosity stirring.
“Because you are a damn good investigator, you have an ethical code that you stand by, a steel spine and a sense of loyalty that won’t quit,” O’Neill explained. “We need someone with your skill sets and have for years, but we resisted adding one due to reasons that have proven to be utter bullshit.”
”That explains why you want me. It doesn’t explain why the directors from the FBI, the NID, S.H.I.E.L.D., and NCIS are all in the observation room having fits. Also, I thought Agent Coulson was dead?” Tony asked.
If O’Neill was going to give him a place to land after the earthquake his vengeance had caused in the halls of government, he wanted his curiosity assuaged.
“DiNozzo, you would kill everyone you didn’t arrest if you went with the NID. As much as Fornell wants you under his banner, he’s already admitted you would spend a good 85% of your day bored out of your mind, so he passed out of a vague concern for the mental health of his other agents,” O’Neill said. His voice and body language showed he was amused by what he was relaying.
Tony snorted out a laugh and sat back in his chair. “Okay, I can see that. And yes, enough of the NID needs to be killed in a fire before the earth is salted and then nuked that Maybourne would be left with nothing to run if I went over there. Even then, some of those cockroaches might find someplace to hide. At least until I got bored.”
“Gee, tell us how you really feel, son,” O’Neill, drawled, voice wry. “Not gonna tell me how you know who’s back there?”
“I can hear them,” Tony admitted with a shrug. “And the Maybourne wears a rather unique aftershave, so I can smell him.”
“Huh, lemme guess, you have ears like Radar?” The general asked. “And the sense of smell?”
“I’m not Jim Ellison, General, but I’ve always had good ears. Being a supertaster and smeller is just annoying,” Tony told him with a shrug. “What’s up with Coulson?”
“We got him after New York,” O’Neill gave him a level look. “Gonna tell me what’s got your tail in a knot?”
He suppressed a sigh with the skill of long practice. “S.H.I.E.L.D. needs a pest control man to go through it with fire to cauterize every nasty bit. Discreetly. And they needed to have started killing the pests about three years after it was founded.”
Tony ignored the hubbub that pronouncement caused. He had found all sorts of things when he was tracing the assholes who had killed Gibbs. And not all the facts he had found were easy to stomach. If the Powers That Be wanted to expand on his mess, they would need to get into his laptop, because he couldn’t. When he had been escorted into the interview room, his laptop had been confiscated.
“Yeah, no,” Tony said, voice hard. “Those bastards got Gibbs killed. And they wanted us to do nothing to hunt down the responsible parties. McGee may have folded but I wasn’t planning on letting anything go.”
O’Neill sat back in his chair and nodded. “Okay, I can see that.”
Tony didn’t say anything else, just looked at the door right before it opened. He was totally done hiding his lights under a bushel and he was going to get the respect he deserved at the start. If it made people uncomfortable? Too damn bad.
The man who entered the room looked bland. He had an ordinary face, receding hairline and a nice, bland suit in a very sedate color. It was only when you saw him move that you started paying attention to him. Coulson had spent years perfecting his camouflage of ordinary.
But for Tony, he seemed willing to shed it. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve got a mess of snakes in your hen house. To the point where there are more snakes than hens. You need to start some serious fires to drive them out,” Tony told him bluntly. He had what he needed to back up his claims, so he wasn’t worried about that. “Who’s got my laptop?”
“Carter,” the general said.
“Tell her to look under the file labeled Kahn,” Tony instructed him. Turning to Coulson, he took a deep breath. He was going to give the other man some profoundly bad news and he hated that. “Get Jasper on ice. He’s a major hemorrhage point.”
“Fuck,” Coulson cursed once before striding out the door.
“Well, that wasn’t good,” Tony observed. Coulson rarely cursed and for him to have done so showed how rattled he was.
“No, not good at all. What’s turning out to be good is you coming with us. I’ve got the perfect spot to stash you too. Should keep you out of trouble for at least a year,” O’Neill told him with a bright smile.
Tony felt a stirring of interest before his common sense reared its head. “Have you met me? I tend to find trouble without much of an issue. And if I can’t find it, I make it. Also, I want to review everything about this hiding spot.”
Waving a hand at him in a’ hurry up’ gesture, the general started for the door. “I think you’ll enjoy yourself. How much do you know about Atlantis?”
“Please tell me you were joking,” Tony demanded as he settled into a chair on O’Neill’s private plane.
“You wish,” the general said with a grin a shade too evil for comfort.
“But where? I thought we had mostly mapped the major landmarks under the oceans,” Tony asked, bewildered. “An underwater city would be huge news.”
“Yeah, no. We know more about our solar system than we do about the depths of our oceans. And I never said that Atlantis was under our oceans,” O’Neill said with a snort. “How much do you know about what we do?”
”Enough to know I wasn’t to go poking around your secrets as long as you seemed aboveboard. Especially if I didn’t want to get sucked into them,” Tony told him, voice blunt. He eyed O’Neill warily as the general pulled a very thick document out of his briefcase and set it before him. From the first page, he could tell it was a non-disclosure agreement. “Just tell me I’m not going to sign away my soul if I agree to that thing.”
“We don’t put soul clauses in our paperwork, Agent DiNozzo. But if you do ascend to a higher plane of existence, we do request that you check in with us at least once a month,” the general said with a straight face.
“Right,” Tony pulled the stack of paper closer and started reading. “I’m gonna hold my questions until after I’ve gone through this thing.”
His mental list of questions started with the first page and kept going. After the sixth popped up, he leaned over and grabbed his backpack to retrieve the legal pad and pen be had stashed to take notes.
“You are so going to get along with Danny.” he thought he heard as he jotted down his notes.
His watch showed it had been two hours when he surfaced from his reading. He had several pages of questions all neatly written out along with some observations that needed looking into. Glancing up, he saw O’Neill was going through his own paperwork, although it seemed to be on a laptop.
“Seriously. Stargate Command? And you weren’t kidding about the checking in thing. What on the hell are you hiding under Cheyenne Mountain?” he asked.
“Things that will blow your mind, kid,” O’Neill said. Tony could tell he was serious and that more than anything got him considering what he had read as more than an elaborate ruse.
“Well, shit,” Tony muttered as he sat back in his seat. He tapped the pages of his legal pad and thought about what he had read. ”This is gonna fuck with my world view, isn’t it?”
“Like nothing else on earth. Not even the stuff S.H.I.E.L.D. has hidden will fuck you up this bad,” he was told.
“How close has the planet come to being decimated?” Tony asked after several minutes thought.
“In the last ten years? Several dozen times. New York and the mess that happened there was rather minor on my scale of planetary invasion scenarios. Messy as all get out,” O’Neill allowed, “but not as bad as it could have been.”
“That’s not actually reassuring,” Tony fired back.
“It’s not meant to be,” O’Neill said. “Due to the dust-up in New York, we had to change things around. Then you and your rather pointed response to Gibbs went further and uncovered a number of dirty operators and situations that directly impact us. You caused a lot of havoc when you started tossing rocks around. Most of it good, but havoc none the less.”
Tony suppressed the urge to squirm. His quest had done what it needed to; to make those responsible for the death of his mentor pay. Most of the bastards he had caught even managed to get to trial. Those that hadn’t suicided after it got out what he was doing.
“I wasn’t kidding about the conference we had,” O’Neill met his eyes, his own brown eyes level and serious. “What you did served us all well and we didn’t want you to get lost down a black hole somewhere. I won the argument. I want you to take your skills and apply them to my program. Top to bottom and all our facilities. I don’t care whose toes you step on.”
Huh. “You know I’ll dig until everything’s exposed, right? Every single doubtful, dirty or iffy decision. It’ll all see the light of day and get picked over. If anyone is doing shady shit, I’ll find it. And it will stop. I don’t care if your command is basically decent, I’m gonna make sure it’s clean.”
O’Neill sat back in his chair and smiled. “I’m counting on it.”
Tony walked into the General’s office and sat down across from him. He had been in the Mountain for two weeks and had moved through the place like the earthquake O’Neill had called him, shaking everything up in his path. The General was often horrifically amused and seemed like he was egging him on with every new discovery.
Not that Tony cared. He had targets. Legal targets that had earned their retribution.
“Do you know that your Medical personnel are skirting the edges of appropriate behavior?” Tony asked as he settled into his seat.
“Do I want to know?” the General asked.
“Want? I’m sure that’s a no, but you need to know,” Tony admitted. “Whoever came up with that ATA genome therapy thing? Needs to be smacked in the head with an ethics board. When your doctors gave me my status, I looked into all the permissions that should have been on file after they asked for blood. There were none listed. Seriously, no one signed off on giving their blood for the research. And there was no peer review on any of his work.”
“For fucks sake,” O’Neill muttered before switching languages. Tony heard the edge of something that sounded related to Latin, but with a different cadence. O’Neill cursed steadily for several seconds before he took a deep breath. “What else?”
“The amount of Tretonin made and the amount issued out to the Jaffa doesn’t match. You’re short about a day’s manufacturing or so with each delivery. That’s not a non-trivial amount.” Tony reported. “Some of that can be explained by packaging error and the like, but not that much. I don’t have any idea what it’s being taken for, but I’m sure I’ll be discovering that soon.”
“You are such a ray of sunshine,” O’Neill muttered. “What next?”
Tony smirked at the General. “You could have left me where I was. I had more assholes to hunt.”
“Don’t think I don’t know that you are still doing your part in that,” O’Neill snapped. “Eli David is now short a son.”
“Bastard shouldn’t have set that psycho little fucker on us then. I don’t think I will ever forgive him for what he put Ducky through,” Tony muttered. “Anyway, you didn’t need him trying to get his hooks into this place.”
“Point,” O’Neill muttered. “What did you find?”
“What makes you think I found something else?” Tony asked. He was having a lot of fun with his report to the General. O’Neill was reacting to everything beautifully.
“You’re exuding a smug sort of evil and that’s freaking the kids out,” the General observed. “Now spill it.”
“You would think that a bunch of people who go to other planets for a living would be less excitable,” Tony bitched.
“Sadly, no,” O’Neill mused. “Now stop pussyfooting around the issue. What else caught your eye?”
“Oh, the military supply version of grand theft auto? Where you are missing, over the last ten years, more than two million dollars in supplies, gear, and general shit? Plus possible espionage where your secrets are leaking out of this place like a sieve,” Tony reported.
“Jesus,” O’Neill muttered before placing his hands flat on his desk.
Tony nodded once. What else was there to say?
“Do you have any idea how has been behind the thefts? And where our secrets are leaking from?”
“Yeah, I do. And you need to work quickly to get AFOSI on this, because at least half of the perps are in the Air Force and I don’t exactly have the authority to arrest them,” Tony admitted. “Also, you are going to want to inform the Joint Chiefs that they’ll be needing a new General in charge of Area 51.”
“Landry?” O’Neill asked. He looked perturbed. “Why? Is he in on it?”
“No, it doesn’t look like he’s got anything to do with the thefts, but at the very least, he’s turned a blind eye to it. I can’t be certain about the secrets,” Tony said. “Some of the rumors I’ve been hearing out of there have been unsettling. I’ll be looking into that facility after I finish cleaning up the Mountain.”
“Right,” O’Neill said before he ran a hand over his face. “You’ve been here two weeks. Seriously, do you sleep?”
“As much as my nightmares let me,” Tony admitted. “It’s better while I’m working at least. And seriously, I can’t let things slide. You’ve got a number of minor issues as well. Sexual harassment is a thing that needs to be hammed home with some people and it seems that the last seminar was more than six months ago. It needs to be frequent and explicit given how mixed the command is. There seems to be a raft of minor theft happening as well in the enlisted barracks. Nothing at the high-level thefts, but annoying none-the-less.”
“So I have lots of things that need to be dealt with so the command doesn’t become a toxic pit?” O’Neill asked.
“Pretty much,” Tony allowed. “Overall, morale is good, your people are generally happy and things seem to be on an even keel. But there’s always room for improvement and once the illegal and borderline illegal shit is gone, things will be better.”
O’Neill eyed him closely. “And the happier you will be with all the bad apples gone.”
“I can’t deny I’m happier when the scumbags are in jail,” Tony confirmed. “I don’t like people who play fast and loose with medical ethics or steal from our troops. It irks me, right down to the bottom of my soul.”
The General burst into laughter at that. “Well, at least you know this about yourself.”
My love for this is a fire capable of forging mithril.
Wonderful stuff! I always love to read the snarkfest Tony and Jack can fulminate! This was golden.
I am in love.
Thank you for your evil sharing 😉
LOVE this. A stripped down, grieving Tony would be a force of nature…and O’Neill would definitely want to use him.
Your rightous Tony is a thing of beauty.
Wow, this is great!
So very awesome.
have I told you lately that I adore you? Love this. Thanks for sharing.
This is utterly amazing! Total win! I smiled and laughed all the way through it. Thanks for sharing it!
This is great
Loved Tony on an unending hunt, love O’Neill being amused with him. Seems like people should have left Gibbs alone – RIP Gibbs. 😦
Thanks for sharing, LH!
This…this is the reason we loove evil author day!
Thanks for sharing. Love Tony and Jack -even when they are just friends.
Ditto what everyone has said! This is bright burning fun with the snark and the fierce competence of an incredible cop and person – the real Tony DiNozzo. Also Tony and Jack is always made of win. Thank you for sharing!!!
All the love for this! I love Smart not hiding it Tony!
Tony as a one man wrecking crew is AMAZING!
This had me bouncing in my chair. Thanks
Awesome! Tony tearing through corruption like a chainsaw is always entertaining!
Wonderful. Tony is a 10 point Earthquake.
Thank you for sharing.
Tony kicking ass and taking names. Yes, please.
Love. Oddly, I’d never considered a Stargate/avengers xover to kick Thanos in the ass but I wonder how he’d fare against a few thousand drones and a tel’tak or three.
One of my very favorite Tonys is where his giveafuck is broken, adding this slightly dark avenging angel edge is even more compelling. 🙂
So wonderful. It’s interesting to see Jack’s pov regarding Avengers and I just love competent Tony Dinozzo. Thanks 🙂
Awesome, loved it. Your Tony is one of the best i have read in a long long time. Thank you for sharing this.
this Tony is a thing of beauty indeed. and he and Jack kicking arses and taking names? booyah!!
Oh, Tony with a complete give a fuck broken… And Jack enabling him! Fantastic, Ladyholder, thank you for sharing!
It irks him? Is Tony now Foghorn Leghorn? *g* All joking aside, I love it when Tony lets his light shine. Also, an MCU AND Stargate crossover? I love it!
This is great. Thank you for sharing.
An unmasked, pissed off, broken give-a-fuck Tony is awesome. This is truly a thing of beauty from first word to last. Thank you so, so much.
This was an amazing read. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Fun earthquake! I love Tony on a tear
This is wonderful! On top of it Tony is one of my favorite reads 🙂
The energy for this whole story was amazing, seriously has become one of my fav short stories. Tony with all his fucks gone but a mission to keep him moving was so captivating to read. He and Jack play wonderfully off of each other, and Tony ripping through Cheyenne Mountain was a lovely bonus. So many points that had me in delight. Continued good luck and energy with your writing
Loved this. Kickass Tony is always fun and having him go through Stargate Command works wonders. Would love to see him do Area 51 and Atlantis too for the hell of it. . Any chance of this little fic going farther?
I read this story when I need a lift. Tony cutting a swath through SG and Atlantis never gets old.
How did I miss this?
Oh, yeah, working truly insane hours….
Vastly late to the party, but this is awesome.
Oh, Lady, this is brilliant. I don’t know how I missed it. I love every syllable!
This is great—I’ll definitely be rereading this! Also, Tony’s last line is pure gold.
och, this is marvelous!!! I can just see Tony going through the SGC wi’ a big flamethrower, hee hee hee!!
ta, lass, this made me smile after a grim day.
This is so in character it was like reading a script from the shows only better??? I really love this despite the background angst, thank you so much for writing it!
I’ve got a real thing for a giving-no-fucks Tony. And if this was fairly early in the series, he would be a Cat 5 hurricane if Gibbs was killed.
This is a simply splendid Tony fic, even if you did kill off Gibbs. I love his interactions with Jack. And adding the MCU to the crossover — brilliant!
Still love this!