Undercover

Chapter 6

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 Chapter 6

            “Hey, what did you mean by that other comment?” G asked Tony a few minutes later.

            “Huh? What other comment?” Tony muttered, shaking his head to get himself out of his thoughts.

            “About getting drugged, kidnapped, and stuck in a sewer system the last time Gibbs said something like that.”

            “Oh. That,” Tony said, but did not seem inclined to continue.

            “Care to elaborate further?” G pressed.

            “We were investigating the disappearance of a Marine.  A few of his former teammates had been kidnapped, starved, and stung by bees, and then found dead in sewers a while later.  Course, we didn’t find out about that until later… But I was leaving to trail our main suspect and Gibbs told me to call in every hour, then said to me ‘Call in late, just once, and don’t bother coming back.’ Long story short, a waitress at a bar had kidnapped the Marines, by drugging their drinks and dragging them to the sewers.  She did the same to me, left me locked up with the current Marine she’d kidnapped.  I managed to get us out of there, but we got kinda lost in the sewers.  Eventually the waitress and Gibbs and Kate, my partner back then, found us and we got out.  The end.”  Tony recited in a bored monotone.

            G pulled the car over to the side of the road, then turned to stare at Tony for a long moment.

            “You’re serious,” he finally said.  “And Gibbs didn’t- of course he didn’t apologize.  His stupid rule six.”

            “Well, he did tell me I was irreplaceable,” Tony offered.

            G’s eyes narrowed.  “Why do I get the feeling that there’s more to that than you’re letting on?”

            “Probably because there is,” Tony sighed.  “He then told McGee- who wasn’t on the team then, but was helping out and sitting at my desk- to forget about taking my spot, cause I was still alive.”

            G winced in sympathy.  “Gibbs might not say sorry, but I’m sorry that he was being a bastard.  You don’t deserve any of his shit.”

            “Thanks, but that was years ago.  I got over it.”

            “You’re telling me that’s the only time he’s ever been like that?” G asked, arching an eyebrow.

            “No,” Tony scrubbed a hand over his face.  “But it doesn’t matter right now.  Can we just head back? Or did you still have that thing that you wanted to talk to me about?”

            “It matters, Tony.  I’ll leave it for now, but if he shows up here or fires you…” G trailed off, scowling.  “As for the things I need to talk to you about, I’d rather wait until we’re at my place after work.  It’ll take a while, most likely.”

            “Okay,” Tony waited a beat, but G still didn’t move.  “So… are we heading back?”

            “Yeah,” G gave him one last long, searching look, then pulled the car back onto the road.

              The car ride was as awkward as imagined. Tony for once was at a loss for words, and G didn’t know how to get a conversation started after the previous one. So they stuck to silence.