Undercover

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

            “Wait, what?” Eric asked, frowning in confusion.  “José and Miguel?  Who are they?”

            Deeks rolled his eyes.  “Their aliases from the undercover assignment in the cartel. Duh.”

            Eric blushed slightly.  “Oh.  Right.  I knew that.”

            Normally, Tony would have tried to make some funny comment, but he couldn’t muster up the energy.  He knew that he had made the right decision in staying to see out the case, especially since he and G would have to go in undercover again.  Nevertheless, he still felt conflicted and guilty, even though there was no logical reason for that.  If anyone should feel guilty, it should be Gibbs, but the man never seemed to feel guilty or regretful.  At least not when it came to Tony. 

            With a small sigh, Tony brought himself out of his thoughts again.  G was speaking to Eric

            “-to find us some mid level cartel people in the area.  And I’ll speak to some people to update our cover to say that we got out of prison.  If it’s all right with Tony, we’ll go in tomorrow afternoon and hopefully put this case behind us soon.  Sound good, Tony?”

            “Uh, yeah great,” Tony muttered, trying to ignore the sudden apprehension building.  Something felt off, like something bad was about to happen and he needed to stop it. 

            G closed his eyes briefly, seeming to consider something.  “Okay.  Eric, find us some guys to meet with, and then head home for tonight, everyone.  Deeks, you still planning to stop in with Sam?”

            Deeks nodded, heading downstairs to grab his things.  The rest of the team muttered farewells and left as well.  G, however, made no move to leave.

            “Are we going, or do you usually just sleep here?” Tony gently prodded.

            “Right, yeah,”  G said softly.  “Just have a bad feeling about this for some reason.”

            “Feels like something bad is going to happen?”

            “Yeah.  You feel it too?”  G asked, heading for the stairs.

            “Yep.  Hopefully nothing, though.”

            “Doubt it.  If it’s affecting both of us, then it’s probably something. Maybe we’re just getting paranoid.”

            “Getting paranoid?” Tony joked.  “G, you were paranoid before I even knew you.”

            “And you weren’t?”

            “I never denied it.  I would maintain that I had legitimate reason, growing up with my father,”  Tony said, relishing in the fact that he could be open with G, instead of hiding behind his ‘joker frat boy’ persona.

            “Well, by that reasoning, so do I,” G pointed out, grabbing his bag and tossing Tony’s to him.

            “True,” Tony admitted.  “Let’s call a truce and say we’re both somewhat paranoid, but both have good reason for it.”

            “Okay, that works for me. Although I would prefer to call it ‘staying alive’.”

            Tony laughed, some of the tension and guilt disappearing with the lighthearted- for once- banter.