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Dilettante
McGee contemplated his writing as he waited to be admitted to the hospital and have his wounds taken care of. Originally, he’d started writing as a dilettante. It had just been something to do as a hobby. Something to add a little joy to his personal life.
After this experience, McGee couldn’t help wondering if he should switch over to writing full time. A publisher had bought one of his books, so it might be a very viable career option. He just couldn’t leave Tony in whatever trouble he was in. He had to help him. He just wished he knew where he was.
Once Tony was safe then he could retire and write without any worries or maybe Tony would change his mind and he’d decide to stay on the MCRT, after all. He wasn’t sure, yet, what would happen. He wasn’t really happy with either option.
Just then Gibbs joined him in the hospital with a black kitten. McGee’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “Where’d you get the kitten, boss?”
“Abby.” Gibbs grunted.
“Why’d you bring him here?” McGee probed, very confused.
“Figured Tony would like to see for himself that you’re ok after you got hurt protecting him.” Gibbs continued to calmly pet the cat.
That only confused McGee more. “Am I hallucinating? Tony’s nowhere to be seen.”
“Yeah, Gibbs. Where’s DiNozzo? I’ve got a bunch of people in togas looking for him that I’d like to know what to do with.” Fornell butted in.
Tony hissed at the mention of people in togas and tried to burrow into Gibbs’ shirt. The only people he wanted looking for him were NCIS and he’d found them. He didn’t want anything to do with anyone else. He didn’t know who Fornell was talking about, but he didn’t trust anyone looking for him that he didn’t already know.
“I don’t know where Tony is, right now, Fornell, but I suggest you talk to these people in togas and find out why exactly they’re looking for him.” Gibbs glared.
“I tried. They’d only tell me a name of Penny and said they’d explain everything to King Anthony who they claimed was Anthony DiNozzo.” Fornell complained.
“I suggest you talk to Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. then.” Gibbs suggested, pointedly, as the kitten finally succeeded in climbing into Gibbs shirt. Gibbs reached in to steady it or alternatively catch it before it could get too caught in his shirt or hurt itself accidentally.
Fornell huffed and left.
