Title: Leaving NCIS
Fandom: NCIS, Numbers, SG1
Warnings: Canon Typical
“You know, he might not want to answer his door,” Daniel commented as Jack walked up to the door of a cabin and knocked firmly on the wood.
“He’ll answer,” Jack promised. He waited several seconds before knocking again.
“What?” DiNozzo asked as he pulled the door open. “Seriously?”
“Hi, Tony,” Jack said cheerfully. “Can we talk?”
“Jack,” Tony replied. He leaned against the lintel of his front door and crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to offer you the chance of a lifetime,” Jack said with a straight face.
“Oh, my God,” Tony said before covering his eyes. He let his hand drop and looked at Daniel. “Daniel.”
Jack noticed the smile on his partner’s face and something in him relaxed slightly. The smile was genuine, not one of the many smiles Daniel used when dealing with people he didn’t like and had to be polite to. “Tony. Want to let us in?”
“Do I have any choice in the matter?” Tony asked. He eyed Daniel for a moment before turning his attention back to Jack. “Do I?”
Jack nodded once. “You do. We can do this here at your house or we can offer up a meeting room at the Pentagon.”
“I hate the Pentagon and I hate the traffic out there,” Tony said with a sigh. He leaned back and tilted his head slightly so his voice could carry back into the house. “Hey, babe? I have General O’Neill here with his bestie, Dr. Daniel Jackson. I’m sure that they are on the side of the angels, but they want to talk to me.”
“They can come in as long as they aren’t assholes!” another voice called from the depths of the house.
Jack raised one eyebrow at that. The voice was male. Interesting.
“It’s O’Neill and his boyfriend!” Tony returned. He had a smile on his face as he watched Jack. He could feel the tips of his ears heat up and Jack huffed once as Tony’s grin got even bigger.
The voice in the depths of the house laughed softly before replying. “Stop poking the General and get them in here. We don’t need to keep yelling our discussion for the neighbors to hear.”
“Your neighbors are deer and a few raccoons,” Daniel said as he stepped around Jack and headed into the house. “Tony. He’s on a roll.”
“I figured,” Tony said. He blocked the door and stared at Jack, all amusement gone. “You’re not going to give my partner any shit, right?”
“I..,” Jack hesitated. He wanted Tony for the SGC, and he was going to do everything in his power to get him there. But there was no way he could promise not to poke at anyone with a straight face. “Best I can promise is that I’ll try not to be an asshole. You know I poke at spots.”
“There’s poking and then there’s pushing beyond every boundary allowed,” Tony cautioned.
“Fair,” Jack said. “You know Daniel won’t let me go too far.”
“You can’t use Daniel to hold your leash forever, Jack,” Tony said before he stepped to the side and let him in.
“I really can,” Jack argued. He walked in and took the time to look around. The house was an obvious blend of two people and Jack could see the differences. One was more refined and elegant and the other seemed to be rather rough and ready. Interesting.
“I’m telling Daniel,” Tony threatened as he walked ahead of Jack.
“Why in the hell does everyone threaten me with Daniel?” Jack asked. He huffed once and followed Tony as he laughed. “Seriously!”
“They threaten you with me because you listen to Hammond when it comes to military matters, but when it comes to cultural things, you listen to Daniel,” Tony reminded him. “I see that every time I see you two.”
Jack thought that over and then shrugged. “Fair.” Daniel was sitting in the living room with the second occupant of the house. Jack could feel his eyebrows rising as he recognized the other man. “Edgerton.”
“I take it you two know each other?” Daniel asked.
“Ian is a sniper among other things,” Tony explained.
“And I first worked with him years ago before my current duty station,” Jack said. He glanced at Tony and then back to Edgerton. “Huh.”
“Why are you here, Jack?” Tony asked as he settled into place beside Edgerton.
Jack sat down in the second wingback chair next to Daniel and set the briefcase he was carrying on the coffee table between them. Popping the case open, he pulled a set of papers out. “I have a Non-Disclosure Agreement for you to review and sign, Tony. Ian has one on file with my agency already.”
“You know what Jack and Daniel do?” Tony asked. He accepted the NDA before reaching over to pull a pen out of a cup on the coffee table.
“I’ve worked around the edges of their job,” Edgerton admitted. “I signed my NDA several years ago. How did you meet them?”
“Marines keep getting assigned to where ever they work and then getting into trouble while on leave. I’ve signed a few NDAs for minor items, but I have a feeling that this is the real deal,” Tony said as he picked up the packet and shook it.
“It is indeed,” Daniel confirmed. “We aren’t going to tell you anything until you sign it though.”
“Right. I hate this part,” Tony bitched. Jack watched as he read through the whole thing at speed. Tony had a great poker face, but even he slipped a few times at some of the weirder parts of the document.
When he finished signing the last page, he closed it up and carefully placed the pen on top before placing the whole packet on the coffee table. Only when it was out of his hands, did Tony turn to look at him. “What in the actual fuck, Jack?”
“Want to tell me what’s got you up in arms?” Jack asked. He was honestly curious as to what Tony had gleaned from the NDA and his minor exposures to the SGC.