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Prologue
When I first met DiNozzo, I knew he'd be a good agent. He had the experience, the instincts, the street smarts, everything I needed in a team member. He also had a way of disarming a suspect with his charm. I don't mean literally disarm them, he could do that too, but getting them to drop their guard, make a mistake and let some incriminating information slip out.
Yeah, I knew my gut was right about hiring the kid. He's not bad to have around the squad room either. I may give him a hard time about his joking around and acting like a horny teenager, but he gets the job done. Hell, he does it with seemingly no effort at all. That infuriated Kate and baffles McGee and Ziva. I'm not surprised though, Tony's got incredible powers of observation, an almost photographic memory and the uncanny ability to see even the most obscure connections.
Sounds like he's the perfect agent, right? He's not, not at all. He's one of the best I've ever worked with, but he can be undisciplined; he's no superhero, and that's the problem. He get into more trouble than anyone. It's as if he's got a sign on his back that says, "Hit me! Kidnap me! Shoot at me!" I've started calling him Pauline. Ziva and McGee don't get it, but being a movie buff, Tony does, and he's a little embarrassed. It's not as if he intentionally looks for trouble, it just seems to find him.
The reason why I'm giving this explanation, almost as long as one of Ducky's stories, is because I find myself in a very familiar situation. Sitting in a hospital room, watching for any sign of life from the body lying in the bed: my senior field agent, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.
It's déjà vu all over again.
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A/N: I know this is short. It is a teaser, after all.