Tim made his way to the bullpen after briskly jogging off the elevator he set his workload down on his escritorio and stopped as he noticed Abby leaning on Gibb’s desk…his coffee was there but he wasn’t.
“Hi Abby” He smiled
“Your late Timmy..” She smiled back.
“I know…I know” He was about to sit when he was stopped por the footsteps of his boss.
“Sorry Boss…I nearly overslept”
Gibbs nudged the Goth.
“Oh! Yeah….your going to be training today.”
He looked at Abby.
“Probies?”
“Nope…well kind of… your going to train with our newest probie.”
He smiled.
“Thanks for choosing me.” He looked at Gibbs who just smirked as he was lectura his paper.
“I chose tu Tim” Abby dicho slowly she crossed her arms.
“Oh well…thanks Abs who’s going to be my partner today?”
Just then Dwight rounded the corner dressed in an aceituna, oliva tank-top, camouflage pants and steel-toed boots. He leaned down as the Goth whispered in his ear.
“Don’t hurt him…he’s like a gummy oso, oso de he’s kinda soft and tu could smash him up easily if your not careful. He’s a sweetie…so don’t go all Sgt. Hartman on him.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Don’t worry Little Spider….I won’t unless I have a reason.” He smiled.
“Dwiiight”
He patted the parte superior, arriba of her head.
McGee meanwhile looked as if he was going to faint.
“Hey little buddy look like tu and I are gonna be trainin’ today”
“Yeah” He swallowed.
Dwight put an arm around him as they began their walk over to training. Abby exhaled and watched them enter the elevator.
“You think Tim’s going to be okay with him?”
Gibbs looked over his glasses.
“Do you?”
“Yeah….I think.”
Abby sighed.
“I hope…”
Gibbs just smirked as he heard the Goth scamper back to her lab.
*** Training facility, NCIS
Dwight walked with his arm still around the nervous agent as they stepped into a buzzing training room.
“Your not going to hurt me are you?”
Dwight Smiled.
“No…Abby would kill me.” He smiled.
Tim laughed
“…and she’d leave no evidence” they dicho in unison
Dwight smiled.
“Ahh you’re on the ball.” He taped his temple
“Yeah…I may be a nerd but I have my moments.” He smiled sheepishly
“Hey tu have heart…and that is what all good o’le boys have….no matter where they’re from.” He patted the shorter agent on the back.
“Thanks.”
The tall southerner smiled.
“Ready to work...?”
McGee nodded his confidence renewed
Several minutos later Tim came out in an ncis tank parte superior, arriba and shorts…after several minutos of stretching Dwight set up a training dummy.
“First thing…I wanna see how tu take a suspect down in a rush.”
Tim nodded and went low for the legs.
Dwight stopped him.
“Sorry….”
“Nah…don’t be…. tu need a good set up mover for your double leg.”
“Like what...?”
“Well..” He hunkered down low siguiente too him. “If you’re going to come at someone low….it should be from the side.”
He moved adelante, hacia adelante and pointed.
“That way tu can keep them off balance. Be sure to push up with your legs when tu hit and go for their hands if they are armed to pin their arms…if tu are alone…and be sure to get on parte superior, arriba of them use your body weight. When your with your partners adapt to the situation.”
Tim nodded and charged taking the dummy down hard.
Dwight nodded “Very nice….”
McGee smiled.
*** Undisclosed Location, Russia
Tony walked across the courtyard in front of the beautiful estate. There was a small city of tents and wagons. There were people of all faiths living in peace with each other. He had never seen that before in his life.
He headed towards a wooden long hut. Justave had told him that’s where he had trained as a young boy at the age of seven when he was accepted into the Soviet Army…where his father had prepared when Russia was fighting against the great Nazi scourge…and his grandfather and great grandfather had done the same when they competed in competitions around all of Russia.
As he approached the door he stepped in slowly, the room was dimly lit….he peered in and saw her drenched in sweat her beautiful long hair matted to her back. She was viciously attacking a heavy bag. He saw the fuego in her eyes as she punched and kicked with all her might.
Tony watched her and winced at the sound of the bag mixed with Ziva’s own grunts he knew she carried around very deep pain that he dare not question.
The deaths of her mother and sister were never far from the surface…and it was clear she struggled with a deep hatred of the way her father had chosen his career at Mossad instead of raising her, Tali and Ari as a family.
The way he constantly denied ever being unfaithful to her mother before she died…but it was plain to see that Ari was the frutas of his betrayal of her mother…he even made veiled references to her having another sibling besides Tali but he refused to confirmar nor fully deny that question.
Deep down Tony knew that he had much in common with her but like her he was scared of losing control and falling in amor again…this time for real. He remembered how she hated him when he exposed Michael Rivkin as a rouge officer when she so wanted to believe that someone could actually amor her.
The día he was taken to prison, she asked her father if it was real again he was indecisive.
Just as he had been when then-director, Shepard asked him if his amor for Jean was real.
When she was left in Israel, it drove him mad not having her close. Abby noted that he was “broken” and even Gibbs saw the light leave his eyes for those months when she wasn’t there.
It was then that he knew…he would cruzar, cruz heaven and hell to get her back. She may have not wanted his corazón but she was now burned into his soul. When the team found her in Africa. Something in him took over he claimed “vengeance” to his captor but that was a lie.
When he told Ziva that he couldn’t live with out her he saw the last muro of her mistrust of him come crashing down. Then Abby cornered him shortly after they came home….she knew the truth….he very deeply loved her…but didn’t know how to tell her.
He remembered the gentle kiss Ziva had dado him after thanking him for saving her.
He stepped further into the room and sat down continuing to watch her.
She was now shadow-kick boxing she moved like a dancer…the candlelight reflected off her skin. She was like a living painting light and shadows danced in harmony.
Her muscles glinting with perspiration as she kicked. He could see her beautiful eyes and the peace within them as she lost herself in her movements.
This was the beauty Tony had wanted to see for years as they worked together.
A strong beauty that no one could take from her no matter how hard people tried.
Tony was lost in watching her 'till the slide of a pistol shook him from his daze.
“Who ever is there step into the light…slowly” Ziva dicho slowly between exhausted pants.
“Don’t shoot…it’s me.” He dicho lazily holding up his hands.
“Kusemek” She flipped the safety and holstered her weapon.
“How long have tu been watching me…?”
“Uh, about two hours….since I came to see if tu wanted cena since everyone is eating.”
She walked up to him slowly and looked into his eyes.
“What gave tu the right to spy on me…?”
Tony looked back at her.
“I wasn’t spying I was watching.”
He handed her a towel she had brought with her, she quickly snatched it from him and toweled her face.
“I am más then capable of feeding myself.” She dicho pulling her hair in a messy braid.
“Right…forget I asked.” He turned and walked out the door looking at her before he fully stepped out.
Several minutos went por until she sighed deeply and realized her defensiveness had hurt him…yet again.
***
Tony walked and sat down siguiente to the warm fire, across from him was a rather large and barrel-chested man he was the cook for all the people there…his name was Voladya he was still in tremendous shape despite his age. He was referred to as “Uncle” por everyone younger then 50.
“What is wrong my American friend?” He dicho in his thick basso accent.
“Well I think my co-worker hates me.” He dicho filling a small bowl with a thick estofado, guiso de from a large pot that was simmering.
Voladya smiled “How old are you?”
Tony cleared his throat. “Um…about 38”
“Ah so long ago…”
Tony looked at him.
“And you…?”
“I am seventy-two years young” He proudly stated..
“Seventy two?” Tony looked at him stunned.
Voladya laughed heartily.
He smiled warmly…as he seemed to know what the Italian was going to say o at least what he was thinking.
“What kind of girl is this worker of yours?”
“She’s Jewish…strong willed…and could probably kick my teeth in.”
“Ah…Israeli girls very strong…..good fighters.”
Tony nodded a smile forming on his lips, he loved talking about her.
“Yeah she’s a major bad ass.”
Voladya nodded.
“Like your Clint Eastwood.”
Tony laughed.
“Yeah except very pretty.”
“Yes….girls from the East are beautiful….and even those that are not look good after drink!”
Tony laughed again.
“Well I think she’s beautiful…and I always act like an idiot around her….like a major idiot.”
“Ah yes…..”
“I just don’t think I’m good enough for her….her father is well let’s say he’s not a big fan of mine.”
He was then offered a drink.
“Listen here boy….she will find her way to you. amor is not like train but like lightening bolt when it happens tu will know…..God has chosen her for you. I see in your eyes that tu are a good man….and your corazón is true.”
Tony rose slowly and shook the older man’s hand.
“Thanks….”
Voladya rose his glass In reply.
***Local Bar, Washington, D. C.
The día had gone very well for the former probie as he had impressed the tall southerner after several hours of being thrown from pillar to post McGee ended up breaking Dwight’s nose during a disarming drill.
After helping stop the bleeding Dwight actually gave him a five saying he hadn’t had his nose broken since he was in collage at LSU. Much to Tim’s shock he laughed it off instead of beating him into intensive care,
“You were a regular Sgt. Alvin York at the range Timmy boy.” He patted his back.
“Well…I do practice when no ones around. It’s still not easy for me to draw on someone. I still haven’t gotten over the thought that I may have shot and undercover police officer.”
Dwight poured a pair of shots and looked at him.
“Yeah I don’t believe that….we heard that through scuttlebutt that it wasn’t proven.”
Tim looked at him.
“Still….I just wish it was más cut and dry.” He sipped his shot.
Dwight nodded.
“I know how that can feel….we don’t like to kill anyone innocent…but when things happen that we can’t control sometimes it happens…when I was in Iraq we had several firefights with insurgents…and well several villagers were caught in at least 2 that I was in. War is different then police work but still sometimes things happen that can’t be helped.”
Tim nodded.
“I went to his funeral….and I met his wife…she looked at me and dicho that she knew I wasn’t the sort to just shoot someone unless I was specifically aiming for someone else. No one at the office knows and well it’s taken a while but I’ve gotten over the guilt pretty much but every now and then it creeps up when I draw on people.”
Dwight patted his back.
“It’s what makes us human….and I know you’re a good guy. So tu just work on it with the Big Man…and he’ll keep tu from beatin’ yourself up. We have faith in tu ‘Lil Mac.”
Tim smiled at the new nickname.
“Thanks Dwight.”
Tim smiled as a song started on the jukebox he began to mouth the words as he listened.
“Cowboys ain't easy to amor and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give tu a song then diamonds o gold”
Dwight smiled big nodded and replied.
“Lone-star cinturón, correa buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if tu don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away”
They sang together with Dwight’s Louisiana twang coming out fully at first as they turned slowly on their stools….causing Tim to smile brightly.
“Mamas' don't let your bebés grow up to be cowboys
Don't let ’em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas' don't let your bebés grow up to be cowboys
Cause they'll never stay inicial and they're always alone Even with someone they love”
Several Agents clapped and whistled asking the pair to continue…
Tim slowly breathed motioned for another shot and went on.
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornin's.
Dwight laughed as the agents again cheered Tim’s courage as he replied.
“Little warm cachorritos and children and girls of the night.” which drew whistles from the room.
Several others stood and joined in.
“Them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong he's just different
but his pride won't let him do things to make tu think he's right”
A loud cheer came as the whole room joined in for the repeat of the chorus.
Dwight laughed as the song ended to a rousing applause, laughter and cheers.
“Lil’ Mac….you never told me tu liked Waylon n’ Willie..”
Tim smiled and promptly fell out of his seat…Dwight picked him up.
“You know Tim you’re a good time”
he laughed, paid and helped the former probie to his truck.
“Hi Abby” He smiled
“Your late Timmy..” She smiled back.
“I know…I know” He was about to sit when he was stopped por the footsteps of his boss.
“Sorry Boss…I nearly overslept”
Gibbs nudged the Goth.
“Oh! Yeah….your going to be training today.”
He looked at Abby.
“Probies?”
“Nope…well kind of… your going to train with our newest probie.”
He smiled.
“Thanks for choosing me.” He looked at Gibbs who just smirked as he was lectura his paper.
“I chose tu Tim” Abby dicho slowly she crossed her arms.
“Oh well…thanks Abs who’s going to be my partner today?”
Just then Dwight rounded the corner dressed in an aceituna, oliva tank-top, camouflage pants and steel-toed boots. He leaned down as the Goth whispered in his ear.
“Don’t hurt him…he’s like a gummy oso, oso de he’s kinda soft and tu could smash him up easily if your not careful. He’s a sweetie…so don’t go all Sgt. Hartman on him.” She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Don’t worry Little Spider….I won’t unless I have a reason.” He smiled.
“Dwiiight”
He patted the parte superior, arriba of her head.
McGee meanwhile looked as if he was going to faint.
“Hey little buddy look like tu and I are gonna be trainin’ today”
“Yeah” He swallowed.
Dwight put an arm around him as they began their walk over to training. Abby exhaled and watched them enter the elevator.
“You think Tim’s going to be okay with him?”
Gibbs looked over his glasses.
“Do you?”
“Yeah….I think.”
Abby sighed.
“I hope…”
Gibbs just smirked as he heard the Goth scamper back to her lab.
*** Training facility, NCIS
Dwight walked with his arm still around the nervous agent as they stepped into a buzzing training room.
“Your not going to hurt me are you?”
Dwight Smiled.
“No…Abby would kill me.” He smiled.
Tim laughed
“…and she’d leave no evidence” they dicho in unison
Dwight smiled.
“Ahh you’re on the ball.” He taped his temple
“Yeah…I may be a nerd but I have my moments.” He smiled sheepishly
“Hey tu have heart…and that is what all good o’le boys have….no matter where they’re from.” He patted the shorter agent on the back.
“Thanks.”
The tall southerner smiled.
“Ready to work...?”
McGee nodded his confidence renewed
Several minutos later Tim came out in an ncis tank parte superior, arriba and shorts…after several minutos of stretching Dwight set up a training dummy.
“First thing…I wanna see how tu take a suspect down in a rush.”
Tim nodded and went low for the legs.
Dwight stopped him.
“Sorry….”
“Nah…don’t be…. tu need a good set up mover for your double leg.”
“Like what...?”
“Well..” He hunkered down low siguiente too him. “If you’re going to come at someone low….it should be from the side.”
He moved adelante, hacia adelante and pointed.
“That way tu can keep them off balance. Be sure to push up with your legs when tu hit and go for their hands if they are armed to pin their arms…if tu are alone…and be sure to get on parte superior, arriba of them use your body weight. When your with your partners adapt to the situation.”
Tim nodded and charged taking the dummy down hard.
Dwight nodded “Very nice….”
McGee smiled.
*** Undisclosed Location, Russia
Tony walked across the courtyard in front of the beautiful estate. There was a small city of tents and wagons. There were people of all faiths living in peace with each other. He had never seen that before in his life.
He headed towards a wooden long hut. Justave had told him that’s where he had trained as a young boy at the age of seven when he was accepted into the Soviet Army…where his father had prepared when Russia was fighting against the great Nazi scourge…and his grandfather and great grandfather had done the same when they competed in competitions around all of Russia.
As he approached the door he stepped in slowly, the room was dimly lit….he peered in and saw her drenched in sweat her beautiful long hair matted to her back. She was viciously attacking a heavy bag. He saw the fuego in her eyes as she punched and kicked with all her might.
Tony watched her and winced at the sound of the bag mixed with Ziva’s own grunts he knew she carried around very deep pain that he dare not question.
The deaths of her mother and sister were never far from the surface…and it was clear she struggled with a deep hatred of the way her father had chosen his career at Mossad instead of raising her, Tali and Ari as a family.
The way he constantly denied ever being unfaithful to her mother before she died…but it was plain to see that Ari was the frutas of his betrayal of her mother…he even made veiled references to her having another sibling besides Tali but he refused to confirmar nor fully deny that question.
Deep down Tony knew that he had much in common with her but like her he was scared of losing control and falling in amor again…this time for real. He remembered how she hated him when he exposed Michael Rivkin as a rouge officer when she so wanted to believe that someone could actually amor her.
The día he was taken to prison, she asked her father if it was real again he was indecisive.
Just as he had been when then-director, Shepard asked him if his amor for Jean was real.
When she was left in Israel, it drove him mad not having her close. Abby noted that he was “broken” and even Gibbs saw the light leave his eyes for those months when she wasn’t there.
It was then that he knew…he would cruzar, cruz heaven and hell to get her back. She may have not wanted his corazón but she was now burned into his soul. When the team found her in Africa. Something in him took over he claimed “vengeance” to his captor but that was a lie.
When he told Ziva that he couldn’t live with out her he saw the last muro of her mistrust of him come crashing down. Then Abby cornered him shortly after they came home….she knew the truth….he very deeply loved her…but didn’t know how to tell her.
He remembered the gentle kiss Ziva had dado him after thanking him for saving her.
He stepped further into the room and sat down continuing to watch her.
She was now shadow-kick boxing she moved like a dancer…the candlelight reflected off her skin. She was like a living painting light and shadows danced in harmony.
Her muscles glinting with perspiration as she kicked. He could see her beautiful eyes and the peace within them as she lost herself in her movements.
This was the beauty Tony had wanted to see for years as they worked together.
A strong beauty that no one could take from her no matter how hard people tried.
Tony was lost in watching her 'till the slide of a pistol shook him from his daze.
“Who ever is there step into the light…slowly” Ziva dicho slowly between exhausted pants.
“Don’t shoot…it’s me.” He dicho lazily holding up his hands.
“Kusemek” She flipped the safety and holstered her weapon.
“How long have tu been watching me…?”
“Uh, about two hours….since I came to see if tu wanted cena since everyone is eating.”
She walked up to him slowly and looked into his eyes.
“What gave tu the right to spy on me…?”
Tony looked back at her.
“I wasn’t spying I was watching.”
He handed her a towel she had brought with her, she quickly snatched it from him and toweled her face.
“I am más then capable of feeding myself.” She dicho pulling her hair in a messy braid.
“Right…forget I asked.” He turned and walked out the door looking at her before he fully stepped out.
Several minutos went por until she sighed deeply and realized her defensiveness had hurt him…yet again.
***
Tony walked and sat down siguiente to the warm fire, across from him was a rather large and barrel-chested man he was the cook for all the people there…his name was Voladya he was still in tremendous shape despite his age. He was referred to as “Uncle” por everyone younger then 50.
“What is wrong my American friend?” He dicho in his thick basso accent.
“Well I think my co-worker hates me.” He dicho filling a small bowl with a thick estofado, guiso de from a large pot that was simmering.
Voladya smiled “How old are you?”
Tony cleared his throat. “Um…about 38”
“Ah so long ago…”
Tony looked at him.
“And you…?”
“I am seventy-two years young” He proudly stated..
“Seventy two?” Tony looked at him stunned.
Voladya laughed heartily.
He smiled warmly…as he seemed to know what the Italian was going to say o at least what he was thinking.
“What kind of girl is this worker of yours?”
“She’s Jewish…strong willed…and could probably kick my teeth in.”
“Ah…Israeli girls very strong…..good fighters.”
Tony nodded a smile forming on his lips, he loved talking about her.
“Yeah she’s a major bad ass.”
Voladya nodded.
“Like your Clint Eastwood.”
Tony laughed.
“Yeah except very pretty.”
“Yes….girls from the East are beautiful….and even those that are not look good after drink!”
Tony laughed again.
“Well I think she’s beautiful…and I always act like an idiot around her….like a major idiot.”
“Ah yes…..”
“I just don’t think I’m good enough for her….her father is well let’s say he’s not a big fan of mine.”
He was then offered a drink.
“Listen here boy….she will find her way to you. amor is not like train but like lightening bolt when it happens tu will know…..God has chosen her for you. I see in your eyes that tu are a good man….and your corazón is true.”
Tony rose slowly and shook the older man’s hand.
“Thanks….”
Voladya rose his glass In reply.
***Local Bar, Washington, D. C.
The día had gone very well for the former probie as he had impressed the tall southerner after several hours of being thrown from pillar to post McGee ended up breaking Dwight’s nose during a disarming drill.
After helping stop the bleeding Dwight actually gave him a five saying he hadn’t had his nose broken since he was in collage at LSU. Much to Tim’s shock he laughed it off instead of beating him into intensive care,
“You were a regular Sgt. Alvin York at the range Timmy boy.” He patted his back.
“Well…I do practice when no ones around. It’s still not easy for me to draw on someone. I still haven’t gotten over the thought that I may have shot and undercover police officer.”
Dwight poured a pair of shots and looked at him.
“Yeah I don’t believe that….we heard that through scuttlebutt that it wasn’t proven.”
Tim looked at him.
“Still….I just wish it was más cut and dry.” He sipped his shot.
Dwight nodded.
“I know how that can feel….we don’t like to kill anyone innocent…but when things happen that we can’t control sometimes it happens…when I was in Iraq we had several firefights with insurgents…and well several villagers were caught in at least 2 that I was in. War is different then police work but still sometimes things happen that can’t be helped.”
Tim nodded.
“I went to his funeral….and I met his wife…she looked at me and dicho that she knew I wasn’t the sort to just shoot someone unless I was specifically aiming for someone else. No one at the office knows and well it’s taken a while but I’ve gotten over the guilt pretty much but every now and then it creeps up when I draw on people.”
Dwight patted his back.
“It’s what makes us human….and I know you’re a good guy. So tu just work on it with the Big Man…and he’ll keep tu from beatin’ yourself up. We have faith in tu ‘Lil Mac.”
Tim smiled at the new nickname.
“Thanks Dwight.”
Tim smiled as a song started on the jukebox he began to mouth the words as he listened.
“Cowboys ain't easy to amor and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give tu a song then diamonds o gold”
Dwight smiled big nodded and replied.
“Lone-star cinturón, correa buckles and old faded Levi's each night begins a new day
And if tu don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away”
They sang together with Dwight’s Louisiana twang coming out fully at first as they turned slowly on their stools….causing Tim to smile brightly.
“Mamas' don't let your bebés grow up to be cowboys
Don't let ’em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas' don't let your bebés grow up to be cowboys
Cause they'll never stay inicial and they're always alone Even with someone they love”
Several Agents clapped and whistled asking the pair to continue…
Tim slowly breathed motioned for another shot and went on.
Cowboys like smoky old pool rooms and clear mountain mornin's.
Dwight laughed as the agents again cheered Tim’s courage as he replied.
“Little warm cachorritos and children and girls of the night.” which drew whistles from the room.
Several others stood and joined in.
“Them that don't know him won't like him
And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong he's just different
but his pride won't let him do things to make tu think he's right”
A loud cheer came as the whole room joined in for the repeat of the chorus.
Dwight laughed as the song ended to a rousing applause, laughter and cheers.
“Lil’ Mac….you never told me tu liked Waylon n’ Willie..”
Tim smiled and promptly fell out of his seat…Dwight picked him up.
“You know Tim you’re a good time”
he laughed, paid and helped the former probie to his truck.
