- Rough Draft
- Work in Progress
- Character Bashing
- Death - Major Character
- Discussion - Murder
- No Beta
- Violence - Canon-Level
- Challenge Response
- Ménage or More
Prologue: Death and Leaving
Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid stepped out of the FBI building in Quantico, VA. Spencer was smiling up at one of his two sentinels. They were always both Sentinels in his mind. He never thought of Aaron with his true title. They’d all three agreed the day they’d bonded that the secret of what Aaron really was would be a secret. Gibbs had been immediately worried about what people would do with the information, and Aaron had agreed. Because of it, they’d lived their lives without the close contact most bonded pairs enjoyed.
Oh, Aaron and Spencer got to see as much of each other as they’d like. Gibbs however still kept his own residence, and only told very few about his bonding. The oldest of the three of them claimed that there was someone close to him that he could use as a Guide when needed. He’d refused to explain further, though, and Aaron suggested they let it go. Because he trusted his boss and mate, he’d let it go for the moment. Spencer hoped daily that things would change and his family could finally be whole, though.
Unfortunately, that would never come to be for the three of them. Spencer was looking at Hotch, laughing at a story the older man was telling from the budget meeting he’d attended that day. There was nothing that felt out of the ordinary for him, but abruptly, Aaron stopped and started to move Spencer behind him. Before the genius could even take a step, though, there was a shot. One second Aaron was alive and happy, and the next minute his blood was all over him.
He had no idea he was screaming, crying, begging for his boss and mate. He couldn’t feel the warmth of hid hands as they covered the wound. He could hear people around him shouting. He could feel someone trying to separate him from Aaron, but he wasn’t giving him up. Bodies were surrounding him. Emotions were battering at his now fragile shields. All he could do was scream and cry and beg. All he wanted was to go back, five minutes and find a new ending. Unfortunately, his pain wasn’t even close to being over.
172 miles away at the Navy Yard in DC, Tony DiNozzo was chasing his boss across the parking lot. They were arguing over what had happened on Tony’s protection detail assignment for Director Shepard. Gibbs kept insisting that he wasn’t mad at Tony, and he didn’t blame him for her death. Tony though didn’t believe him. Granted Gibbs’ was extremely hard to read ever since he returned from his amnesia. Tony knew the older man had come online during the blast that temporarily cost him his memory.
When his boss had returned to work, though, it was as if someone had taken possession of his body. Gibbs’ already intense hard driving need for justice seemed to only be amplified. Prior to the accident, he’d been a hard-driving boss who had been hard to please, but willing to dish out praise when earned. He was the kind of boss that Tony loved to work for and had been willing to lay down his life for without question. Afterward, though it seemed as if Tony couldn’t do anything right.
Everything he did was wrong.
Supposedly the man had bonded while he was gone, but Tony had never seen either of his mates. He knew their names. He knew what they looked like because he’d done a little investigative work and researched Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner and SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. He’d never met them, though, and he knew for a fact that Gibbs still lived alone. He also knew that the older man spent most nights alone in his house. Tony was not only baffled but scared for his friend.
Despite the almost abusive conditions he sometimes worked under, he did count Gibbs as a friend. He had enough faith in the man to know these changes wouldn’t happen without cause. Something had happened. Something seriously dangerous had happened. This Gibbs was a man protecting his family. Tony just wished he knew how he knew that and what he was protecting him from.
Tony was just about to launch into another avenue to try and get Gibbs to open up to him when his boss stopped in his track. Confused, Tony stopped and turned just in time to see all of the color leave the older man’s face. When his knees buckled, Tony took a step toward him in case he fell. He heard the older man shout, “Aaron! Spencer!” and then saw his head turn to look off somewhere outside the yard. “Tony!”
His name would be the last thing Gibbs would speak. For the second time in his career, Tony had a coworker’s blood splattered over his face.
Seven months later, Tony was sitting down in the basement of his former boss’ home studying a wood plane that Gibbs had left on the bench. He’d been back on dry land for only a few hours and had come straight there as soon as he got off the ship. Director Vance had sent Tony away the second he’d laid eyes on him after Gibbs’ murder. He said that he knew Tony wouldn’t stay out of the investigation, and he was absolutely not allowed to be involved.
Somehow the team, or former team as it were, had taken the assignment as if Tony had requested it. For eight weeks straight, he’d gotten daily scathing emails from Abby and Ziva screaming about how he’d let Gibbs down by following orders. He’d received not so passively aggressive ones from McGee who was pissed off that he had not only not been immediately made Team Leader of MCRT, but he wasn’t even made Senior Field Agent status. Instead, Vance had sent him back to Cyber Division and didn’t seem inclined to move him back anytime soon.
After eight weeks of constant abuse from his former team, Tony had forwarded every one of the correspondences to the Director, HR, and Internal Affairs then immediately blocked the email addresses of the terrible trio. He had a meeting early in the morning with Vance, but Tony was less than enthused about it. The only thing that he really wanted to do at that moment, was sit in the basement and mope. It felt like no one in his world cared about what Tony had suffered through. Didn’t it occur to any of them that just maybe Tony was having trouble dealing with a second teammate’s blood sprayed over his face? Apparently not.
“I should have known that you were here. What the hell are you doing here, DiNozzo?”
Tony’s head snapped up to see Tobias Fornell standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Where else would I go? This is the only home I have.”
Tony had been surprised to hear that Gibbs had left him the house. He’d expected that it would be given to his mates. While Aaron Hotchner had been shot and killed, or so they said, on the same day, Dr. Spencer Reid was still alive from what Tony could find out. The DiNozzo Network ran slower when Tony was surrounded by miles of water, but the best he’d been able to gather was “he’d been sent home to Vegas to live with his mother”. A very oddly worded sentence that Tony was still trying to dissect.
Tony turned his attention back to the wood plane and heard Tobias sigh. He heard his footsteps as he crossed the short distance to the work bench. Lifting his eyes, Tony brought the object closer to his body knowing he was being slightly irrational, but he didn’t want it taken from him. Instead, the older man just rested his hip against the side of the bench and looked at him.
“I don’t mean the house, Tony. I can guess why you’re here. I know you sold your apartment at a loss when you got shipped off. When I heard that you had returned from your assignment today, I figured this is where you’d come. I tried to meet you when the ship docked, but I got hung up in the office.”
Tony frowned turning the original question over in his mind. “I don’t understand then. Why are you asking me why I’m here if you already know the damned answer?”
Tobias sighed, and Tony stubbornly ignored the look of pity in the man’s eyes. “I also know that you got your second doctorate while you were gone. You could get a job anywhere, kid. Why the hell are you still in this fucking town? You could write your ticket? Why are you hanging around hoping for scraps of affection from people who treated you like crap? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing here, right? Hoping that at least Abby or McGee will come around with their tales between their legs to begging for forgiveness? Only we both know that won’t happen. They’re too self-absorbed to do something like that.”
Tony hung his head and studied the plane turning it over in his hand. He’d watched Gibbs use it a million times, moving it slowly and steadily across a piece of wood bringing out the vision he had in his head. Kinda like he’d done for Tony. He’d seen a rough piece of wood in an alley in Baltimore then taken it home and cared for it with patience and sometimes tough love. Maybe he was hoping that Abby or McGee would pull their heads out and care again. What else did he have, though?
“This place, this town,” Tobias started hesitantly knowing he was about to break the kid’s, heart. He didn’t know what else to do, though. Jethro would have wanted him to keep an eye on his star pupil, and by God, that was what Tobias was gonna do. “This isn’t your home anymore, Tony. These people don’t deserve you. We both know nothing good is going to come of your meeting tomorrow with Vance. He can’t see past your undetermined status to realize your value.
“We also both know that Gibbs would not have wanted this for you. The last thing he’d want is for you to spend the rest of your life in this basement buried in memories of dead people like he did. So, I ask again… What the hell are you doing here, Tony?”
Tony lifted tired, sad eyes to look at the man who had been his mentor’s best friend. For the life of him, he didn’t know. What the hell was he doing there? And, if not here, then where?
Looking back to the wood plane, Tony thought about Gibbs and quietly asked… “What do I do, boss?” Unfortunately, the only answer was silence. Probably because Tony already knew what he needed to do in his head, but his heart wasn’t quite ready. “How do I move on when no one will give me answers, Tobias? I’m not fucking stupid. I know there’s something shady going on with this whole deal. Why the fuck was I shipped off to the middle of the goddamned ocean?”
“Because it was the safest place for you,” Tobias offered sighing. Tony frowned and pulled out his cellphone. Tony watched the older man shoot off a message to someone, and he remained quiet until he got a response.
“I told them that this whole keeping you in the dark thing wouldn’t work. The agent afloat position wasn’t Vance’s idea. He wanted to put you on an investigation that he was going to have Gibbs handle to find a mole within NCIS, but the higher ups at the Sentinel and Guide Council insisted that you be protected until we could get some answers. You’d probably still be there but they were worried about your mental health, so Blair demanded they recall you.”
Tobias pulled a stool that was used for visitors near the bench and took a seat. “We don’t know for sure that Gibbs was the real target the day that he was shot. The simulations we ran to recreate what happened were 50/50 on who the target was, but there is a chance that the shooter was aiming got you, kid.”
Tony opened his mouth and then slammed it shut almost immediately trapping in the sound of horror that was trying to break free. When he felt like he could speak without shaming himself, he tried again. “I don’t understand. Why would they aim for me? I don’t… it’s my fault that Gibbs was murdered?”
“No!” Tobias snapped, and then took a breath before continuing. “It is not your fault, even if you were the target. The only people at fault are the one who pulled the trigger and anyone backing that person. So, knock that shit out right now. Now, I can’t fill you in completely, because there are still living people in danger. How much do you know about Gibbs’ bonding?”
Tony shrugged before answering. “From what I could find out he bonded with Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid from the BAU. Hotchner was killed, and Reid was sent to Las Vegas to be with his mother. For some reason, they didn’t live together or acknowledge the bond publicly. Gibbs was pretty damned mum on the whole thing. He was also an even bigger irrationally grumpy asshole than normal. Other than that, neither myself nor my contacts could find out any more information. I still don’t understand why someone would want to kill me.”
Tobias nodded. “Well, thank heavens for that. I’d be worried if they were able to. The answer to the why you would be a target is related to Gibbs’ mates. Before he bonded with Gibbs and Spencer, Aaron Hotchner was an Undetermined status just like you are. After meeting Gibbs, Hotchner came online as a Swing SentinelGuide. Gibbs was positive that you would also if you ever found your mates. He was concerned for Hotchner’s safety, and Aaron agreed. So, they decided to keep things quiet, and Gibbs would stay on his own.”
“So, Spencer Reid has lost Gibbs and Hotchner, and what… he was just… sent off into the sunset? Gibbs wouldn’t have wanted that!”
“There isn’t much else to do with him right now, kid. Like I said, there are things I can’t tell you. I also know that Gibbs would have shot me if I’da let you languish here in this basement and become him.”
Tony frowned at Tobias, and then let his gaze fall to the wood plane in his hands. Taking a deep cleansing breath, Tony let it out slowly knowing what he needed to do. Gibbs had one family member left, and Tony was going to do his best by him.
Chapter One: Dr. DiNozzo, Undetermined No More
Eight Weeks after his tough love talk with Fornell in the basement, Tony sat in his office in the Las Vegas Crime Lab as the new night shift supervisor. He had multiple job offers once he started putting his name out there. His dual doctorates in Criminal Forensics, and the new one in Criminal Justice that he’d just finished while serving aboard the USS Regan had opened doors that he’d never considered before. Once he’d given all the offers a fair consideration, Vegas ended up being the one that intrigued him the most. For most people the overnight position would be a deal breaker. However, Tony had always been the most productive in the middle of the night, and hoped that it would continue with his new shift. So far, things were working out well.
He liked the idea that the skills he’d honed at NCIS would be of good use, but it would also be a new challenge for him to conquer. He had plenty of offers in DC, but the notion that he could move to the opposite side of the country, and basically reinvent himself was appealing. Everyone had questions about his Undetermined Sentinel and Guide status, and it was Vegas who seemed to be the most understanding. Vegas was also where Tony believed that Dr. Spencer Reid was, and he was determined to help the young man in any way he could. If he could just find the man.
Tony had come in early. Some things hadn’t changed and most likely never would. He lived at his new job as much as he had his SFA position in DC at NCIS. Normally, he spend time reviewing active cases, and seeing if anything jumped out at him on ones that were getting stuck. Today though his lone bonded Sentinel and Guide duo were returning from their vacation, and he would be meeting them for the first time. He’d only been on the job for a week, but they already had arranged to take two weeks off, and left the week before he’d arrived.
There were other Sentinels and Guides working in the lab on his shift and others, but there was only one bonded pair in the whole crime lab. Tony felt fortunate that the pair was on his team. He just hoped that they liked him more than their coworkers. So far, things were rough with the rest of the team. He hadn’t exactly expected that he would walk in, and they would just fawn all over him. However, he didn’t think the previous team leader would leave quite so much… baggage.
Dr. Gil Grissom was widely known in the forensics community. Tony had actually met him once while working on his Criminal Forensics doctorate. The man was odd to say the least. He came across like every highly intelligent person that Tony had ever met in his life. Incredibly brilliant, completely out of touch with emotions and current… well current anything that wasn’t in their field of work. Tony had enjoyed the man thoroughly.
So, he could understand why they were upset he was gone. He’d seemed despite his out of touch tendencies that he was someone who was fiercely protective of those that were close to him, and that feeling would be returned by those around him. He also knew that it was harder to give the new guy a chance when you liked the previous person in that position one so much. Dr. Grissom had been a part of the hiring process though, and they’d had a talk after he’d been selected for the spot. Needless to say things were pretty much like he’d been warned by the older man.
The Undersheriff had made it clear that Tony could pick a new SIC if needed. He hadn’t wanted to deliver another blow to Catherine Willows so soon after she lost the spot she felt was hers though. Because of that, he’d told the Undersheriff that he was going to leave things as they were for the moment. Tony sympathized with her, but there were some issues raised that hurt her. There was one that both the Undersheriff and the Lab Supervisor Conrad Ecklie had felt important that he venomously disagreed with, there was another concern on their part which he wholeheartedly agreed with, and the rest of what they’d seen has issues he was completely indifferent about.
He absolutely hated the notion that a S&G status, even once such of his own as undetermined made him a better anything. There was absolutely no reason why Catherine’s mundane status should in itself automatically put her at a disadvantage. She had experience. She was determined. She was damned good at her job, and had fought hard for her position. The problem was that, well… so was Tony. There was unfortunately no category she excelled at, which Tony didn’t meet or beat her in.
Both of his doctorates were obtained while on the job. His years on the job equaled hers, and his time at NCIS gave him CSI field experience. He had just as much leadership experience as she did, and damnit he was good at what he did. He also didn’t have the… Well, Tony wasn’t sure what to call it. He was labeling it as bias at the moment. Catherine didn’t seem to outright hate Sentinels and Guides, but considering how common they were, and how much training there was available, she seemed to be intentionally ignorant on the subject.
The thing that Tony agreed should work against her was her tight relationship with her father Sam Braun, who owned one of the local casinos. Normally, Tony would be the last one to hold their parent against them. The problem was that he wasn’t quite convinced that Catherine was as able to separate her relationship with her father from her job when needed. Grissom hinted that there were a couple times where Catherine may have let Sam influence an investigation. That was a promotion killer in Tony’s eyes. It would also see her off his team the second he saw signs of it. From what Grissom said the man skirted the line between legal and illegal too often for him to be comfortable with her allowing his thoughts and ideals to influence her investigations. Hell, even if he was a living saint he still shouldn’t have any sway in the outcome of a case. It just wasn’t good for her or the lab. Only the evidence should determine guilt or innocence.
Thus far, the only mandate he’d given her for her to remain as his second in command was that she needed to complete a shit load of Sentinel and Guide training. At the moment, she was mulling over the issue very, very slowly. He hoped that she mulled faster, because he was only giving her ‘til the end of the week before he lost his patience with her completely and looked for a new Second in Command. The bigger problem seemed to be that her upset with him left the other two CSI’s upset with him, and defensive on her behalf. Especially one Guide Warrick Brown, the next highest ranking CSI after Catherine with Nick and Greg out, who was someone that Grissom had passionately defended to Tony during their talk.
Tony had looked at CSI Brown’s file, and almost immediately demanded his release or removal from his team. The fact that a rookie had been killed while he was out placing a bet on the clock was inexcusable in his opinion. Tony understood that there was no guarantee if he was there he would have stopped her death and not just been killed himself. There were just some things Tony couldn’t overlook though and the gambling thing, leaving your job to support your habit just….
Grissom had practically begged him to give Warrick a chance to keep his spot on the team. While Tony wasn’t sure he could have fired him, he knew for a fact that he could have the man transferred to another shift, as Ecklie had already told him he could move anyone he wanted to off of his team. What disturbed him the most when reviewing Brown’s file was that he didn’t see any counselling requirement for the gambling addition having been mandated.
Despite the fact that it was years past, Tony hadn’t been willing to make an exception on that, and Grissom had been more than happy to agree. Warrick of course wasn’t very happy about it. He especially wasn’t happy that Tony had insisted on picking an acceptable list of choices. That list had been made up of Bonded Guides whom would not be as susceptible to his manipulation as a Sentinel as an Unbonded Guide or a mundane. There would be no BS’ing his way out of this, which might be what pissed the CSI off the most. He’d have to actually face what he’d done and why he’d done it.
Then there was the weird dynamic between the two CSI’s. Catherine and Warrick seemed to have a mutual attraction thing going on. Only with one being a mundane, and the other a level 4 Sentinel there was no way that it would work. Tony was pretty sure that it was unhealthy, and most of the research he was aware of supported it. Relationships between a Sentinel or Guide and a Mundane only worked if the Sentinel or Guide was of a low level or in a Dormant state, which would signal they would never come online. All things considered though, there was nothing he could do about their personal relationship as long as it didn’t interfere in their jobs in a way he could prove. So far it hadn’t and he had to content himself with that. It didn’t mean though that he wouldn’t worry and keep an eye on the situation.
Someday Warrick and his guide would find each other, and a relationship with Catherine wouldn’t be given a second thought. The bonding urge to be with your True Mate simply overrode any other sexual relationship you had. For both of their sakes, he hoped that their mutual longing remained an unresolved sexual tension. He was hoping that both Catherine and Warrick would come around, but it was looking dim at this point.
Sarah Sidle was the last person Grissom made a request of him for. Apparently Catherine and Warrick weren’t the only ones sniffing at each other that would result in a doomed relationship. Guide Dr. Gil Grissom and Guide Sarah Sidle apparently had their own mutual appreciation society going on. Like Catherine and Warrick, fortunately, they both had the sense to not do anything about it. Grissom was logical enough to understand things could only end painfully if they explored their interests and therefore had managed to evade the emotional pull he felt from her. He had admitted though that his resolve had been weakening, which had been part of his reasoning for leaving.
Sarah was… well Tony wasn’t sure what Sarah was in regards to Grissom. Out of everyone he’d met so far though Sarah was the one he understood the most. She was an individual who’d had a crappy childhood, which created an incredibly high need to protect one’s self from the entire world. She’d build a nearly impenetrable wall that she let very few inside. She hid behind a mask of anger and indifference that served to protect her from her own longing for a Mate and a place to belong. Tony had a feeling the anger wasn’t completely an act, but he was pretty sure the indifference was.
Gil Grissom had been someone she’d let in. She’d come to Vegas from San Francisco just because of him, and now he’d left her, again. Granted it was because he was concerned that he wouldn’t be able to hold himself in check from what would have been an unhealthy relationship, but that wasn’t much of a consolation prize for the often abandoned Guide Sidle. Both Grissom and Tony hoped that distance would, in this case, not make the heart grow fonder.
Tony understood that what Sarah needed from him was time. So, time she was getting. She was basically respectful, and was very good at her job. She may question his decisions at times, but she always did so in an appropriate fashion behind the closed door of his office. She never acted up in the field or in front of the PD or even other lab members. He hoped that someday he’d find out who the person was behind those walls she’d built. He was willing to wait as long as she needed, and to do whatever he had to in order to help her along the way as long as she kept doing things the right way.
Tony rested his elbows on the desktop to rub his temples. Ever since the first day he’d stepped foot into the lab he’d had a mild headache. It would dim slightly when he went home, but the second he stepped foot back into the lab for his next shift it returned. Tony was also pretty sure that it was building a little every day. He’d had headaches on occasion, but nothing like this. This was… he didn’t know what it was. He was about to take another dose of highly unhelpful headache medicine when he heard a knock on his door. Looking up he saw two men coming in, whom he recognized from their personnel files as Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders. His returning CSIs.
Tony stood to greet them, but the second that the two of them crossed the threshold into his office, Tony’s world exploded. Screaming, Tony put his one hand over his ear, as the other clenched something tightly to his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as his life erupted into a whole barrel of too much. The sound was awful. It felt like he was at a Guns N Roses concert standing right in front of one of their big speakers without protective ear muffs. Only it was the sound of what felt like every fucking person in Vegas. The Sentinel friendly lights in the office still felt like they were burning into his skin. Despite the fact that his eyes were squeezed shut, Tony swore he could still see things, and he was pretty sure it was literally the insides of his eyelids. The smell was worse than any dumpster or landfill dive he’d done in his entire career.
And the feelings…
Jesus, it felt like he could feel the emotions of every person in Vegas inside of his head. He could hear someone screaming like they were being murdered. He was pretty sure that it was him, but he couldn’t make it stop. This wasn’t right. He knew enough about Sentinels and Guides to know that this wasn’t right. It was like someone had given him all the traits of a Top Level Sentinel and added in all of the traits of a Top Level Guide just for fun. That wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be even possible, and it was tearing him to pieces. If something didn’t change soon he was pretty sure he was going to lose every ounce of his sanity.
Scrambling back, he heard a door shut as he found the darkest corner of the room, and settled in rocking back and forth as he screamed and cried. He felt something crawling into his lap, and involuntarily his hand covering his ear dropped and buried itself into its fur. The emotions didn’t go away by any means, but they did dim slightly. He felt the light being blocked and opening his eyes slightly to see that his office had turned into a zoo. On his lap was a Cinnamon British Shorthair Cat that was not small by any means. In front of him was a huge Brown Grizzly Bear. Leaning forward, Tony rested his forehead against its fur. His senses dimmed slightly as they had with the cat, but again didn’t go back to normal.
Hearing a whimper from across the room he peeked around the grizzley, and saw a grey wolf with a spider monkey on its back. The office door was closed, but he could hear mixed in with everything else some kind of argument going on outside. Even with the assistance he was getting from the animals, it was all too much though. Shutting his eyes tightly again, Tony just clung exhausted to the cat and Gibbs’ plainer. Hopefully help would come before he lost his mind.
Instead it just got worse.
He was watching the wolf and spider monkey, trying to determine what they were doing there when the office door opened abruptly, and Catherine came storming in. “What is going on in here? Why are you hiding on a corner? Come out and act like an adult. You’re pathetic. This is your idea of leadership? You’re a complete joke. Don’t think I’m keeping my mouth shut about this. That position should have been mine, and I’m gonna make sure I get it.”
The office itself was a safe haven for a Sentinel. Grissom made sure his office was some place that his Sentinel, if found, could go to get away. It wasn’t quite an isolation room. The lab already had one and making his office into one wasn’t practical. When the door was shut though, it would give enough of a barrier between the Sentinel and the rest of the lab that he or she would get some relief from whatever was stressing him or her.
The second the door was opened though that barrier was destroyed. All of the pain came rushing back, and Tony found himself curled up in a ball clutching the cat and planer as he screamed, again. It felt like someone had hit him in the head with a metal baseball bat while throwing acid into his eyeballs. All he could do was scream and hope the pain would end. Not long after the door shut again, he passed out as all of the animals huddled around him to protect him from the world beyond the room.
The last thing Nick had expected when he walked into his new boss’ office was to feel like he’d met his Guide. Especially since he already had one who had been standing right next to him. “Nicky, what was that?” He heard Greg ask sounding strained, and slightly panicked.
Turning is head Nick opened his mouth to respond when Catherine and Warrick came running up. “We heard the screaming. What the hell is going on?”
“It’s Dr. DiNozzo. Something… I think he came online when we walked into his office.” Greg admitted softly, still sounding shaken. Concerned, Nick moved away from his position in front of the door to hug his Guide. It never occurred to him that anyone would be a threat to the Guide, his Guide something in him corrected, inside the office. Unfortunately, Catherine took that as a sign that it was free to go in.
Nick heard the door open, and turned his head in horror as he listened to her start snapping at the man. The screaming had only just stopped. Nick knew that was thanks to the measures Grissom had taken to make his office Sentinel friendly when the door was closed.
Angrily, he quickly moved forward as Catherine berated the Doctor, and clamping his hand around her arm yanked her out of the office. He practically threw her at Warrick, snarling as he once more closed the door. The urge to go comfort the Guide was great, but something was telling him not just yet. His understanding was that the Doctor didn’t have an S&G status, and it seemed that when closed in the room with the Spirit Guides he was getting some relief. He was trying not to think too hard on why his Guide and Greg’s as well were in the room with the Doctor, but none of the others from the lab were in there.
“What in the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your goddamned mind?” Nick snapped angrily, as Catherine struggled to get out of Warrick’s grip.
“Settle down, Catherine,” Warrick said shaking her slightly as she continued to fight. “That was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen you do. I have been telling you for two weeks now that he isn’t wrong about those classes he mandated you to take. Had you done so, you’d know what you just did to that man. Nick or Greg, you’re the bosses right now since this is an S&G issue. What are we doing? We can’t just leave him in there to suffer.”
“The hell they are!” Catherine snapped struggling in Warrick’s grasp.
“Actually, Catherine, Warrick is right.” The four turned to see Sarah standing there with her arms wrapped around her middle. Sentinel David Hodges and Guide Mandy Webster standing behind her.
Mandy nodded her agreement with Sarah’s proclamation, frowning at Catherine. Normally she liked the woman, but sometimes she let her ambition and her daddy’s name go to her head. Sam’s hatred for all things S&G were famous in Vegas. His refusal to let his daughter go through any of the mundane S&G classes had hurt her more than once. Her own stubborn refusal to see he was wrong hurt her even more.
“This isn’t a lab matter,” Hodges pointed out. The unbonded Sentinel didn’t usually take to others well, but somehow he and Dr. DiNozzo had clicked right from the start. Even though he wasn’t Dr. Grissom, Hodges was at least willing to follow the new boss’ lead for the moment. David’s dislike of Catherine was well known. So, no one was really surprised that he wasn’t taking her side. “Just because it’s happening in the lab doesn’t mean the Las Vegas PD has authority over the situation. Not when a Sentinel or Guide is involved.”
“I felt him come online,” Sarah added, still speaking softly. Of the group of guides in the lab – Greg, Sarah herself, Mandy, and Henry – Sarah was the most emphatically sensitive. “He’s… I don’t understand what’s going on, but this is definitely an S&G matter. That makes Nick the responsible lab member. Even when Ecklie shows up Nick and Greg would outrank him. Not only are they individually stronger than any of the other Guides or Sentinels in LVPD they’re the strongest bonded pair and the strongest in the city of Vegas as a whole. Nick, I… we need to call Blair. This… what’s going on in there with him…”
Sarah took a deep breath, and David put a hand on her arm to try and help. Sarah smiled at the sometimes irritating lab rat. “I’ve never felt anything like him before. I had David call Ecklie right away. I just… it felt right. I’m sorry if I overstepped bounds. I… I like Dr. DiNozzo. He’s been great with all of us, being patient and giving us our space since he took over for Griss.”
Nick frowned not understanding what Sarah meant. “Don’t worry about the Ecklie thing. You made a right call. As for DiNozzo, I don’t understand what isn’t clear. He’s a Guide. I don’t understand what’s so confusing about that?”
Mandy immediately disagreed. “He’s not a Guide!”
Greg unintentionally spoke on top of her disagreeing with his mate. “No he’s not, Nicky. He’s…”
Greg immediately shut up, and Nick could feel a spike of panic through their bond. He also felt one of Greg’s bursts of inspiration, similar to when he solved a puzzle in the lab. “Sarah’s right, Nicky. I am going to the isolation room to call Blair. This is… do NOT let anyone into that room.”
Glaring at Catherine, Greg ran off to the Iso room to make his call. He’d thought they were only a myth. Something to be whispered about on conspiracy sites, and treated like unicorns. If he was right though… A unicorn had come to Vegas in the shape of their new Shift Manager.