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Tony didn't know what he would find inside the house. He knew his guide was in trouble and that was all he needed to know. He was vibrating on the edge of feral; he knew it wouldn't be long before he tipped over the edge.
He used his phone to message Fornell. He was one of the few Agents he trusted with his whole heart right now. The irony wasn't lost on him.
"Tobias you better track me down. You are going to need back-up."
Fornell was good people. He was one of the few people who had come to visit him in the hospital. "What's going on and why not ask Gibbs?"
Tony snorted, "I am going to be my own one-man army ... I don't need a sniper. It is dealing with the clean up with whoever is fucking with my Guide."
Fornell gasped because oh boy, this was not going to be pretty. He was not one of the masses who fell for Tony's pretty boy act. He knew the Agent was capable and lethal all on his lonesome. "Do what you gotta do to keep you and your Guide alive Tony."
"Aye aye."
Fornell signed off, Tony trusted him to activate the right people to help sort out this mess. It was the last piece of rational thought he was capable of and now he was going in for the kill.
He burst through the door of the house. He knew it was the right one, he could see Orso's paw print on the front door. The sound of Orso's roar guided him to the living room. He came through the door just in time to see the sick bastard stab his guide in the stomach.
How dare this vile piece of shit lay his hands on his guide. Never mind Orso's roar - Tony's was louder. He felt the feral drive bubble over. There was no way he was going to let this killer take his other half just after they had met.
Tony's punch was a true one. It landed in the corner of the would-be killer's jaw. He could hear the bones crack in the arsehole's face. The adrenaline and extra momentum were enough to knock the killer back against the wall.
This was not over. The average looking bastard got up. "You want to stop my kill?"
Tony rolled his eyes, "You are not too bright ... He is mine. My guide."
Foyet growled at him and flicked a knife up. It should have distracted him, what with it being covered in his Guide's blood. It didn't. It helped him focus his senses, and ready his body for a quick and brutal fight. He would serve justice and send a message that no one should ever dare lay a hand on his Guide.
Tony chuckled at the tiny knife. "You call that a knife?"
Oh, he didn’t like that comment. Tony could see the minute expressions on his face with his senses dialled up. Sure enough, there was a sneer and a promise of, "It is good enough to kill your pathetic guide with, isn't it?"
Tony didn't bat an eyelid. Gibbs was a good boss and mentor. So much so that even as a mundane Tony was willing to follow him. He believed in his boss's rules, and he had never loved them as half as much as he did now. "Rule 9 is an awesome rule."
He watched the would-be killer's eyes grow wide and wary. Tony always believed in being well prepared. He treasured Gibb's gift of a marine issue knife. Well, that along with the training on how to use it.
Tony wasn't going to play with the deranged killer. He needed to kill him quick and clean to save his Guide. Foyet charged at him. Tony's training kicked in. He used his arm to block the attack, with a flash of strength. He took the knife and buried it in Foyet's neck. He wanted it quick and over with.
Pulling the knife out, Tony saw the blood spray splash over the pale walls. It was a vivid splash of colour over the stark walls. Tony didn't care though as he knew the facts. It would take thirty seconds for him to bleed out. The guy was truly out of it as he hadn't gone down. Tony had no time to mess about. He staked the guy’s hand to the wall. He would let nature take its course.
He had a guide to save.
Tony felt nothing but righteous satisfaction with Foyet’s blood landing on the floor. He was terrified with every millilitre of his Guides blood landing on the floor.
He saw his Guide, he was a strong male, and a leader. Well to do considering his suits were as expensive as Tony’s. It just showed the blood seeping across the shirt even better. Tony’s feral drive receded to let him offer medical aid to his Guide.
Tony would not give into panic no matter how much it was welling up. “Hey, beautiful I need you to open your eyes ... The bastard is dead.”
There was a groan from his guide. He wanted to see those beautiful eyes open his eyes. The Guide was restless. Tony hated the pain he would cause but he pressed down on the wound. He needed the pressure to stay alive.
“Jack ... Where ...” The pain was making it difficult to think. Aaron wanted to know his son was safe.
Tony could tell Jack was important. He looked around the room, scanned the photos. He knew the corpse in the corner was the ex-wife. In older photos, she was standing there happy with his guide and a young blonde boy. Jack was his son. Christ, his son had been trapped in the house.
He was hoping the mom had hidden the boy. It would be traumatic but he would survive which is all a parent could hope for.
“Orso find and protect the cub. I can’t leave my guide.” Tony’s voice wasn’t wavering but you could hear his desperation. He could hear the emergency vehicles down the road. They were good as his phone call to Fornell was less than five minutes ago.
The door opened with a sobbing boy. “Is the bad man dead?”
Tony was firm and radiated sincerity as he answered. “Yeah, kiddo he is very dead. I won’t let anyone pick on you or your Poppa. I won’t stand for it and what’s your name?”
“Jack.”
What a picture he made. Orso was holding Jack’s hand as a baby hawk sat on the kid’s shoulder. He was the most protected kid on the street. He needed to make sure his Guide was safe. Tony reassured his Guide’s son, “Just you watch help is on the way.”
The boy nodded, choosing to trust the Sentinel. How could he not? He’d saved him and stopped his Dad from dying. It wasn’t good but at least his Dad had a fighting chance. He knew his Dad would pull through as he wouldn’t let the bad guy win.
“Where is Tony?” The boy asked Tony, confusing him.
“Is that Daddies spirit animal?”
It was almost as if by speaking its name you summoned it. A Giant tiger appeared low and crouching ready to help its owner. Wow, when all this drama was over he would give his Guide shit for Tony the Tiger.
Jack nodded, the door slamming open scared him. It was okay though as Orso stood in front of him, growling loud and his paws up ready to attack. Jack felt safe now and even better some of his Dad's team were now here - Derek and some other Agents.
Tony sighed a breath of relief, but he didn't relax. “Fornell, help me clean up this mess and tell me there are Guide trained EMT’s here.”
Tobias didn’t tease DiNozzo because he could see the stress on his face. Blair and Jim fast-tracked their staff. They will stabilize your boy and make sure he gets the best care.
Tony was struggling, “I can’t leave him or Jack.”
Derek had come into the house and expected the worse. He didn’t get it. Things were rough as Haley was dead; Hotch was injured. It wasn’t all bad though as Hotch was still breathing. Foyet was dead and Jack was okay. The kid was holding the hand of the biggest Grizzly Bear he had ever seen.
He looked over at the killer. Dead. Oh, and staked to the wall with the biggest knife he had ever seen. He approved, he really liked this Sentinel’s style. The Sentinel and AD Fornell knew each other that much was clear. The guy was just off a feral episode but was calm enough to talk; Derek was guessing it was Jack’s presence.
“I always clear up your messes but this time, you gotta join the dark side.” Fornell bargained.
What the hell did that mean? Derek had to wonder but it wasn’t too bad as the Sentinel was grinning.
“Tobus if my Guide is okay ... you have yourself a deal. There is no way I am going to let him chase serial killers without me.”
Fornell cackled as he had finally got what he had wanted for the last five years. He couldn’t wait to let his boss know and go and tell Vance what an idiot he was.
Life was good, yep a definite win day. He watched the Guide and Sentinel be bundled in the back of the ambulance. “Tony you are going straight to the centre and Blair has a medical team waiting.”
Tony nodded, even as he clutched both his Guide’s hand and his Guide’s son close to him.
Derek watched the van drive off, knowing he needed to report back to the team. “I like the guy’s style.”
The AD chuckled, there was a weird twinkle in his eye, “Just wait until you get to see Agent DiNozzo in action.”
Derek wasn’t too sure how that would do. He could say he’d seen Sentinel DiNozzo in action with definitive results. No one had yet to move Foyet, “Well I can say he makes a memorable first impression.”