Rule 39: There Is No Such Thing As Coincidence (Tony DiNozzo Love Story)

Reinstated and Revived

A few hours later   

    "That's how I've gotten here," I finish. Jenny looks at me and her eyes readjust from the notepad in her lap as she sits up.

    "You've had quite the escapade."

    "That's quite an understatement."

    "It is."

    "What will happen now? I mean among the federal standing."

    "I've already settled it, there will be a few official meetings but everything is done."

    "What about me? What of my future?"

    "Job wise? You are on a serious probationary period, and desk duty. But if you wish, I've settled all the paperwork for you to return to a job here. Had to pull some strings, FBI; CIA; Security Service. They're all looking for you, but I talked with the Vice President myself along with the Secretary of Defense this morning. They're allowing you to work here under strict orders for the time being, something along the lines of protecting national security."

    "What about everything I've done?"

    "National security," she says.

    "I should be brought to justice for what I've done under Claxton, I killed innocent people back in France," I argue.

    She nods. "They are aware of it, however it seems that despite all of that there are larger fish to fry and to say the least the team in which Claxton led is not the only one. Each of the ally countries has something similar to what we had. I am sure you had your experiences with them," she says and I can't help but know she is correct. There were many other teams similar to ours all doing acts of national security for either there home country or for another. They were much smaller, usually two to three agents and nothing like ours.

    "So because there is an undercover sector of teams fighting for the security of their countries, I am free to do as I please?" She nods.

    "Under strict supervision, yes. There will be some formal meetings with the Vice President, the Secretary of Defense and a few others at the Pentagon. All of which are to ensure that any secrets or information was not leaked to outside sources."

    "Shouldn't I be doing that now?"

    "You will be requested later this week," she says.

    "Do you need an answer now?"

    "I'd like to know by the end of the week, but I understand your reasons to wait. You'll have all the time you need."

    I mull it over and the silence fills us.

    "Is the badge still gold looking?"

    "It is." She smiles.

    "Where's the pen and paper?" I ask lightly. She moves to her desk and opens the drawer, pulling out a piece of paper. She returns to me and places it on the table, a pen next to it.

    "Well, I'm pretty sure no one wants me dead at this particular moment, and I wouldn't mind having a stateside job for a while." I smile at her and grab the pen. Signing my name, my hand odd and familiar to the rhythmic motion of signing Erin Carter.

    "Would I need to do all the training again?" I ask. She smiles and shakes her head.

    "Not all of them, but you will need to be re-certified to carry a gun and a quick review of your tactical training. I'm fairly aware that you're qualified but the agency does want to make sure it has all its paperwork taken care of especially since we're bringing someone back from the dead." I nod.