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O’Neill entered the observation booth overlooking the interrogation room. Gibbs looked away from the one-way glass.
“I want to be part of the interrogation.”
“You are,” O’Neill assured him, “You’re right here. Observing. Offering any insights about Dinozzo or…his snake.”
“No. I want to be the one asking questions.”
“Of course you do. I understand. And I would let you, if this was a Russian spy, or a terrorist, or even a rogue NID agent. But this is an alien. You just don’t have the experience to take the lead, here. You have to trust me.” O’Neill willed Gibbs to agree with him. Finally he did, if grudgingly. He did take a step away from the General, though, and stood with the other federal agents. O’Neill nodded, and tapped the intercom. “Daniel. Go ahead.”
Below, Dr. Jackson entered the interrogation room. Agent Dinozzo was seated in a chair at a table. To either side, armed airmen watched his every move. Behind him, Teal’c held a Zat gun aimed at the prisoner. He looked up expectantly when Jackson took the chair opposite him.
When he spoke, O’Neill noted out of the corner of his eye that some of the feds still flinched at the goa’uld alteration of Dinozzo’s voice. Not Gibbs or Mallard, though. O’Neill wondered if they had already adapted to the reality of Dinozzo’s situation, or if they just refused to allow themselves to react.
“Am I to be given a chance to explain my presence here?”
“Oh, please,” Jackson answered, “I want to encourage you to tell me everything you can.   Who are you? Where do you come from? How long have you been in Agent Dinozzo?”
“I am Raish. You will not have heard of me. I was a messenger between Ra and his overseer on Earth when the uprising closed the Stargate.”
“And that overseer was…..?”
“Seth. I assume you’ve heard of him?”
“Why would you assume that?”
“I noticed, during your presentation, that you did not mention any goa’uld on Earth. Beyond the 3,000 years-ago presence, you did not remark on any of my people in your society.”
“No, we didn’t. Why is that important?”
Tony/Raish paused for a second before answering. “I was probably the last person to come through what you call the Stargate before the rebels buried it. I found the chaos on the planet and hid. I was a low-ranking servant of the System Lords. No one knew if I was alive or dead in the rebellion, and no one offplanet would care.”
“What about on planet?”
“Seth would have wondered about me. But only briefly, and only to wonder whether or not I was trapped on Earth with him, or still on one of the other planets I regularly visited.”
“So you had…what, freedom?”
“Yes. For the first time in my existance, I was under no one else’s scrutiny, no one else’s orders.”
“What did you do?”
“I retired. I had no axes to grind with the populace, no special motivation for power, no need to rule. It is an unusual character trait among my people, this lack of ambition.”
“Got that right,” O’Neill muttered behind the glass.
“It is,” Raish continued, “the main reason I never advanced. So, I ditched the body of my host. It would have been recognized as a being in Ra’s service from the forehead tattoo. I entered a….partnership with another human. He was dying from staff blast wounds he received in the fighting. I healed them, and lived out his days.”
“Was this the body of Dinozzo?”
“You try to appear less informed than you are, Dr. Jackson. Surely any competent Egyptologist would know that this body is completely unsuited to blend into the Egyptian populace of long ago. No, I have lived in a succession of bodies over the years.”
“So, you’ve taken over-“ Jackson said. He was interrrupted.
“No. Not taken over. Most of my hosts have never known I was there. I cure cancers, heal infections, but for the most part have just observed your world. Sometimes I have indulged the curiosity of my host, but seldom. Usually, I just watched time go by. You have a very interesting dynamic, here on Earth. It’s been bred out of many of the populations transported elsewhere.”
“Thanks. So, how did you come to enter this body?”
“I was in a body that lived near him in his youth. An astronomer. Not terribly ambitious, but intensely curious. I helped him understand what was up there. There…there was an accident. A fire. My host and I both agreed that the child’s life was more important, so I transferred to Anthony, kept him alive and got him out of the building.”
“And was Tony aware of you?”
“No. He’s been…amusing, just watching him. I did improve his eyesight, hearing, smell. Made him a better detective, but detecting was his choice. He’s good at it, really.”
“What about Seth?”
“I kept an eye out for him. When Tony read the paper and learned of his death, I began to worry.”
“Worry about what?”
“I was aware when the Stargate was found, and have never since then seen it displayed in a Museum. I suspected that a government had taken it under wraps. When the stories of Seth broke, there were rumors of some government involvement in addition to the regular forces one would expect. I…urged Tony to change to a federal law enforcement agency. I hoped to one day get close to the truth.” He spread his arms wide, in ironic triumph. “Ta daaaaaa!”
“So, what have you been able to pick up?”
“A little. I knew you’d opened the gate, that was about it. I can help.”
“Help?”
“I know some things. I probably should demand some sort of promise from you, but I’m much too old to play such games. If you want them, I know where Seth cached many ancient weapons and alien devices.”
“Actually, ATF personnel backtracked his movements and finances to a farm in south France, a warehouse in Kansas City and some sort of mail dump in Toronto.”
“Oh.” Raish was surprised. “Then I can offer you the secret vehicle belonging to Osiris.”
“Well,” Jackson said, skipping over a great deal of personal and program history, “we blew up her ship in orbit a while back.”
“Her?”
“Long story.”
“Ah. Then you also know where Osiris and Isis were buried?”
“Yep.”
“And the prison of Hathor?” Raish was getting a little uptight. O’Neill imagined a pile of poker chips in front of him, rapidly dwindling before his eyes.
“She’s been released, and killed.”
“The Antarctic Stargate?”
“Truth be told, that one was hooked up downstairs for a while. We had to get rid of it, another long story. What else you got?” The goa’uld leaned back in his chair.
“I would suspect that you’re trying to downplay any possible contribution of mine to lowball any reciprocal agreement. But few humans could successfully lie to me or to Tony these days. Tell me, have you learned what happened to Seth’s off world holdings after the uprising?”
“Dunno,” Jackson shrugged. “Where were they?”
“If they stand, they would have some very valuable weapons still stockpiled. A few sarcophagi, spacecraft, whatever else Seth thought would be useful…”
“After 3,000 years? The System Lords would have left it lying around?”
“As you know, most of my people are ambitious. Seth was building up his inventory slowly. Most would not have known it existed. It was carefully hidden while he worked for Ra. As fast as the rebellion grew, he would not have had time to contact any allies. It’s possible it still exists. I can show you where it is. In fact, I may be the only living goa’uld who can get you into the cache.”
****
Everyone was back in the conference room. Everyone except Tony and Teal’c that was. One monitor screen showed the two of them staring at each other across the interrogation room table. O’Neill stated his biggest concern.
“Okay, for all that he’s behaved for however long he’s been on Earth, this may be the first chance he’s had to get off Earth since forever.   It may all be a big con to get him access to…something. Any comments? Daniel?”
“Well, it’s possible that he’s telling the truth.”
“A non-ambitious goa’uld?” Jack was clearly skeptical. Carter replied to his doubts.
“Well, sir, we do know there are some goa’uld that don’t particularly share Ra or Seth’s outlooks. Otherwise there wouldn’t be any Tokra. Maybe he did just opt out of the whole power game.”
“For three thousand years? Carter, even if he was fishing the whole time, it’d eventually get old.”
“May I suggest something?” All eyes turned to Gibbs. “You need to check this out. The possible rewards are too great to ignore, right? And we need to experience gate travel. How about we all go?”
“Not possible.” O’Neill was adamant.
“No, really,” so was Gibbs. “You guys take care of the alien planet and cache and so on. We watch Tony.”
“Could you shoot him?” O’Neill asked. “If your friend turns out to be under the control of a bad guy, could you take him out? Look him in the face, when he talks with Tony’s voice, and asks you to let him go?”
“If he’s dumb enough to try that with me, then the man I knew is already gone. The man I thought I knew…he’d rather be dead than a threat, to me, to us, or to the whole world.”
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The MALP trundled up the ramp to the Stargate. Teal’c watched Tony ponder the large mittens strapped to his hands. “You know, Teal’c,” he commented, in Tony’s unaugmented voice. “it’ll be hard for me to defend myself like this.”
“It will also be hard for you to grab a weapon if someone’s attention is diverted. Be glad they did not let me shackle you in the manner I desired.”
“Always looking for the silver lining, eh? I knew you were an optimist.”
“Indeed. This does improve my chances of using you as a moving target for practice.” Raish’s eyes glowed as he turned towards Teal’c.
“You don’t care about my host? Hurting him, killing him?”
“Caring might interfere with doing what is necessary. I hope you and Tony both understand that.” In Tony’s voice, they responded.
“I know you can’t be sure it’s really me, Murray, but from in here, he seems to be sincere. Still, do what you have to. If something goes down, and I can’t stop him, I hope someone does.” Teal’c nodded solemnly to what he hoped was the host. He regretted the loss of the Tolin, and the technology to be sure which personality one was talking to in a host. It didn’t really matter, though. It would be as it would be.
The blast door opened and the rest of the expedition entered. Sciuto’s eyes drank in the gate room, the gate, and the vertical pool of blue in the middle of it. Magee seemed as entranced by the wormhole, while Todd and Mallard were at least attentive to their surroudings, including the Marines stationed about the room. Gibbs only had eyes for Tony.
“I hope you don’t make me shoot you, Tony. But don’t for a second think I won’t. Or that I’ll jump between you and this hard ass if he thinks you deserve to die.” Teal’c was unsure about the term, but at a nod from Jackson, realized it was a compliment. He bowed slightly to the agent. He enjoyed working with professionals, who understood each other. Who could separate their emotions from the necessity of the task at hand. From what he had seen so far, the NCIS team was close to his standard.
He wondered what Master Breitach would think of Gibbs. The General’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Knowing that that brief moment of interruption might mean distraction, he automatically refocused his attention on his prisoner. Who merely stood there, quietly.
“Okay, people, the MALP shows a fairly standard desert world. You’re go for Operation Treasurehunt. Be careful.” Teal’c made sure Gibbs and Todd were placed to secure the goa’uld. Then he stepped up the ramp on point. The rest followed, and were soon swallowed up by the roiling blue wormhole. Long after the gate shut down, O’Neill stood at the window, watching where he’d last seen his friends depart.
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Teal’c scanned the world before him. The dunes stretched to the horizon, unbroken by any structure or terrain feature but more and more sand. The Stargate was partially covered by such a dune, with a clear bite that had been taken out by the wormhole’s surge on opening. The glass at the edges still smoked. The MALP had moved to a point clear of the surge.
Carter supervised the NCIS technicians as they removed their testing devices from the MALP. Sciuto reported a surface gravity about 2% heavier than Earth, while Magee’s atmosphere test showed a world devoid of smog. Mallard pointed out the slightly unusual tints of the sun and the sky. Gibbs briefly discussed the possibility that the equipment had been tampered with, which they felt confident that their seals and personal tags had ruled out. Soon, everyone was ready to move on, and gathered around Dinozzo.
Raish had been staring at a compass for some minutes, and finally pointed a confident hand. “That way.”
They moved out. Teal’c moved in the lead, Carter walked where she could see both Teal’c and their guide. Todd and Gibbs seemed quite professional in their treatment of the possible threat. Abby and Magee were quite distracted by the world around them, even though there was little to see that wasn’t close to Earth-normal at the moment.   Mallard kept his eyes to the ground. Carter wondered if the heat was affecting him, until she noticed him shift a small specimen net in his grip. She realized he was watching the ground for insects or other small examples of the biology of this planet, and approved of his diligence. She hoped his efforts would be rewarded.
Jackson, she noticed, had taken up a position on the other side of the group. SG-1 had the six federal agents bracketed, so the more ‘worldly’ gate travellers were between their wards and any possible surprises. She realized that she should have given orders to make sure that happened, but was just as glad that it happened automatically.
After about 20 minutes of walking, a small outcropping of slate-looking stone rose out of the dunes. Raish stopped walking, bringing everyone else to a halt around him.
“There’s an access panel under the rock. Fire a zat’nik’o’tel anywhere along this side,” he gestured, “and it’ll open up.” Teal’c raised his zat gun and looked a question at Carter. She gestured for him to wait.
“Why would the panel be engineered that way?” she asked him.
“Are you in the habit of walking along, shooting rocks?” She shook her head. “No one else is, either. Seth wanted this hideway to last a long time, so very little is exposed to the elements. But the technology should have lasted until now. I’ll stand close to it, or far away, whatever you want. All that should happen is that a door opens.” Carter nodded, Teal’c fired where Raish had directed. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then, with a creak and a puff of cold air, a slab of stone swung up and away. A fairly standard goa’uld control panel was revealed. “Now, someone press the blue crystal, seating it fully within the housing.”
Teal’c figured they had hesitated all they needed to, and stepped up to the panel. After reseating the crystal, a groan of metal announced the opening of a doorway to his immediate right. More cooled air puffed out, smelling of nothing so much as the air conditioning units of a spaceship. He stepped to the door. Over his shoulder he asked about booby traps.
“Seth was paranoid, but the only time he booby trapped a cache, he almost blew himself up. He was wounded, in a hurry, and forgot to reset one thing. I dragged him to a sarcophagus, saved his life. First thing he said when it opened wasn’t ‘thanks’ but for me to remove all the ‘security devices’ in the installation. As far as I know, he never used one again.”
Carter thought on this. From her brief introduction to Seth, she felt it possible he’d be arrogant enough to assume his hiding method was sufficient to protect this cache. And there hadn’t been any traps in his commune. What the hell, she thought, they were already pretty far along trusting their guide. She waved everyone forward. “Just be careful,” she cautioned. Jackson moved over to her as they took up the drag position.
“Did you think,” he whispered, “that anyone here wasn’t going to be careful?” She winced slightly.
“It’s from command school. Every so often, you give orders for what people were going to do anyway. Conditions them to be slaves to the sound of your voice.”
“Good idea. You should be careful, too.” They grinned at each other and entered the cave.
Teal’c followed the passage some distance into the ground. It appeared to be hastily dug out of the rock. A short ways into the ground, an alcove held a flat slab typical of where a goa’uld might rest if they were not in a sarcophagus. An alcove above it held a zat gun and a handheld healing device. Raish peered in.
“This was his priority. Healing and self defense, if he was followed here. The sarcophagi are further down, behind locked doors.” They continued on. Lights set into the walls lit as they approached, some flickering. A very few did not seem to function at all. They finally reached a chamber with two doors set into it. Raish gestured at one. “You should find some weapons cached here, nothing bigger than a staff weapon. Some data storage. Maybe a couple of hand controls. The other one leads to a hangar. The last time I was here, there were about 10 death gliders and an Al’Kesh. More chambers beyond it.” Jackson opened the cache door, glanced in to see a few crates.
“I notice,” he called over his shoulder, “that not all of the crates have Seth’s markings on them.”
“They were stolen,” Raish replied.   “Most of it was my doing, as I escorted shipments between the worlds.” Jackson nodded and shut the door. Carter opened the door to the hangar. Bright light flooded the chamber as the door opened, and some mechanical sounds echoed into the passage. Raish lunged to the door control, shouting ‘Shut it! Shut it!’ Teal’c almost shot him, but saw that he was in fact shutting the doors, and sagging beneath the door control. He noted that Todd and Gibbs also had guns aimed at their charge.
“Explain.” He commanded their guide.
“There shouldn’t have been lights on in there. Or that noise. Someone else is here.”
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Carter and Teal’c crept along the catwalk above the hangar. Several jaffa milled about, performing maintenance or repairs on death gliders. Carter estimated about 3 dozen gliders were stored in the ready racks overhead, another dozen scattered around the maintenance bays. The end of an Al’Kesh poked around a distant corner of the room. No one seemed to be in charge, the techs were all working their jobs without supervision. Teal’c tapped her shoulder and gestured. He pointed to the workers, then to his own forehead. Carter saw that they bore the markings of several different System Lords. Satisfied there was nothing else to see, she nodded back the way they’d come. The door to the entrance passage was camouflaged to where they almost couldn’t find it again. They slipped through and rejoined their team.
“Okay, they don’t seem to know about this entrance. We almost didn’t find it, and we were looking for it. So we’re probably safe?” She looked the question to Raish.
“There are two ways into the facility. The way we came, and a landing port for ships coming from above. If they took that route, they may not know this one. The door shut after we entered, so they won’t stumble across it.”
“Okay, so who are they? They have as many different markings as those crates. Are they rebels?” Teal’c shook his head.
“Rebel jaffa would have stripped the weapons from this place, and returned to their homes. They would not have brought more stolen gliders to this site.”
“Many markings?” Jackson asked. “Haven’t you guys seen something like that before? Hathor?” He turned to Raish. “Would Hathor have known about this place?”
“It’s possible, she was a sometime ally of Seth. And she enjoyed seducing jaffa and goa’uld from other masters. She might have set a contingent of her followers to increasing the inventory, to use this as a base. But you said she was dead.”
Carter shrugged. “It’s a long story. She did have some time to herself after we almost killed her. Is there any way to know how long they’ve been here?”
“There’s a control room, which logs site activity automatically. There may even be video records of their arrival. We can get there, but it will take some stealth.” Carter considered her options. In the end, they removed the restraints from Tony/Raish. Under the circumstances, he need only have let them walk in the hangar, and made a loud noise, to betray them. She selected herself, Teal’c, Todd and Gibbs to accompany her to the control room. Everyone else, she placed under Jackson’s orders. He was to wait a reasonable time, then return to Stargate Command if he hadn’t heard from her.
They eased out onto the catwalk in single file, following Raish in the direction of a flight of stairs. He proved adept at finding the best cover between them and the workers and they were soon up against another blank stretch of wall at one end of a hangar bay. He opened a door no one else could see, and they swept inside. Lights came up as the door closed behind them. Monitors showed various views of the underground base, including the chamber the others waited in. Carter appreciated a chance to monitor the others under her command while they were separated.
Raish moved to bring up the base records. Within a few minutes, they were witness to Hathor’s triumphant entry. She ordered her chemically controlled slaves to make the site operational, and to be ready to receive vessels as she was able to supply them. After a few months of flurried activity, with battle damaged ships arriving one after the other, the supply dwindled. It finally stopped, about the time Hathor herself was killed, as near as Carter could estimate. The techs were almost finished with repairs of the ships needing the most attention.
At her direction, Raish managed to locate and number the complement. It appeared to be about 30 permanent personnel. Every so often, one of two Al’Kesh had been used to return the pilots of the gliders to Hathor’s base, and bring supplies for this one. The last such supply run was well over a year ago. That ship had never returned.
As she tried to figure out their next move, Gibbs had a question. “When were you here last? Can we see those pictures?” Raish called up a film of a small woman, entering from the Stargate side, driving a floating wagon of crates into the tunnel. She bore Seth’s tattoo on her forehead, and wore rather fine Egyptian robes. Gibbs realized that he had to take the goa’uld’s word for it that he was, indeed, using that body as a host at the time. Todd drew everyone’s attention to one monitor, where they saw two Jaffa pointing staff weapons at Magee, Mallard and Jackson.
“Where’s Abby?” Kate asked. Gibbs tapped Dinozzo’s shoulder.
“Can you show me the storage room off that chamber?” From the camera’s view, they saw Abby clutching a staff weapon, hunkering down behind a stack of crates. A jaffa looked in briefly, then left. She relaxed a little when the door shut. Then she started creeping towards the door.
“Okay, what do we do, Colonel?” He asked. “Our people are in trouble.”
Carter rounded on Raish. “I thought they couldn’t find that room?!”
“I have no explanation. Perhaps a sentry we never noticed? Maybe the closing mechanism failed after so long? Does it matter?”
“No,” she admitted. “Can you track them?” Raish tapped a few controls, and they followed the men in custody down to a barracks room off of the main hangar. There a senior acting jaffa questioned them. After a few minutes of their version of a three stooges routine, he zatted them unconcious and had them tied to beds.
“This is bad,” Raish said. “Now, he’s got to get orders about what to do with them. He’s going to send someone off to Hathor, and he’s going to find out she’s never coming back. There’s no telling what he’ll do then.”
With 30 opponents, Carter was unsure whether to concentrate her forces for the strength, or to spread them out for maximum surprise. And what to do with Raish. He turned to her as she conssidered.
“Give me a radio, I can direct your team through the facility to the barracks. I can keep you away from the jaffa until you have freed the others. Then I can help you take the place over.” Carter hesitated. Raish pointed to a small button at the side of the panel. “If it helps, this button that’s been at my elbow? It releases a gas. I don’t want to get too technical, but anyone that doesn’t have a snake in their skull falls down dead. I could have pressed it at any time since I sat down.”
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Abby snuck slowly down the hallway. She was fairly sure this was the direction the men had been taken. Suddenly, a hand appeared out of no where, and grabbed her staff weapon. She tried to wrest it back, but it didn’t move. Then she noticed that the hand belonged to Teal’c. She gave him a wide smile and released the weapon. He turned it end over end, and held it out to her again. Once she took it, he keyed the opening on the business end of the staff. It opened with a click. She realized she’d been pointing back behind her the entire time, and grimaced. He nodded once and gestured for her to follow him.
The passage was cleared by Raish, so he quickly moved to catch up with the others, the technician on his heels. Raish also warned Carter that he was coming, to avoid any unpleasant surprises.   Carter was sketching out the positions of the jaffa between them and the barracks, and assigning areas of responsibility. She split the NCIS agents between her and Teal’c as backups. She looked long and hard at the technician holding her staff weapon, now in the correct position. Finally, she told her to remain behind cover, and come out when and if necessary, as directed by Raish.
They braced themselves to start the attack, when a loud voice shook the entire hangar.
“What was that?” she asked the radio.
“The honcho is calling everyone together. Probably to discuss their prisoners.”
“Everyone? How many guards in the barracks?”
“Um…none.”
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Jackson looked up as the door opened, and was quite happy to see Teal’c come through it. He made short work of the restraints, as Sciuto and Todd did for the other two prisoners. Then they were rushed out into the hangar bay. Gibbs and Carter covered the short walk between the barracks room and the Al’Kesh. They all rushed into it, sealed the door. Teal’c moved purposefully to the control room, the others trailed behind.
“So, what’s up?” Jackson asked, “We making our escape by spaceship?”
“Not exactly,” Carter answered. In the bridge, Teal’c examined the controls, sealed all openings, and nodded to Carter. She nodded back. The ship lifted slightly, and turned the bow towards where the warriors were congregated. They had a moment of shock to see their transport moving, then a forward weapon fired.
********
In the conference room, General O’Neill leaned back in his chair with a large smile on his face. “Now THAT is what I call a shootout. Well done, Colonel.”
“Actually, sir, it was Agent Gibbs’ idea.” She nodded to the NCIS investigator. He nodded back and added, “It was just a suggestion. She went out and made it work.”
“Whatever,” O’Neill said, waving away any distractions, “the mission was a success, mutual admiration societies can disband at their leisure. SG 14 is sending back overwhelmingly ecstatic reports about what they’re finding, and the guys from Area 52 are packing their big wrenches to recover whatever they can from the site. There’s only one loose end, here.”
Once again, all eyes turned towards Tony ‘Raish’ Dinozzo. He shrugged. “What can I do for you, General?”
“Well,” he began, “I have standing orders for what we do with anything we could possibly use to our advantage. But…” he paused. Jackson leaned forward to fill the silence.
“But…any intel he has is about 100 centuries out of date.”
“And,” Carter continued, “we seem to have gained all the possible cache locations he had.”
“And his age is quite advanced.” said Teal’c. “He probably has little time left on this world.” The general nodded.
“So, it’s my conclusion that we really can’t use you. We may have to call on you later, for questions or some unforseen need. But from what I’ve seen in the records, Agent Dinozzo is a great asset to this country at NCIS. And since we can’t separate the two of you, without the possibility of grave harm to the host, you might as well both be there.” Raish looked around with growing hope in his eyes.
“You’re letting me go?”
“Consider it a parole. As long as you’re content to stay out of sight and out of mind, and in Dinozzo, I don’t have any objections. Let us know if you want to change jobs, or get a transfer. And I don’t want you to change hosts without telling us. Before you change hosts. Now, about those widows….” He trailed off again, looking at Gibbs this time.
“I’ll inform them they died, bravely, for their country. That I can’t reveal the circumstances, but they should be proud of their men. That they died saving others, in the finest Marine tradition.” Everyone at the table lowered their heads, briefly, in a moment of silence for all the fallen heroes of Stargate Command – Marine, Airman, Sailor and Soldier.
********
The staff cars came up to the curb at the airport terminal. As airmen began slinging bags onto luggage carts, Tony stepped over to take a final whiff of Colorado air. He noticed that everyone seemed to be looking at him out of the corner of their eyes.
“Hey! Guys! I’m me. Tony. Same guy you know and envy. Comrade in arms and all around great guy! Sure, I have a roommate I didn’t recall, but he’s real quiet. Really. Nothing’s changed.” Still, no one seemed quite sure how to deal with the newfound knowledge of their coworker. Then Gibbs stepped up to him.
“So, Raish, where exactly are you in….there?” Tony’s eyes flashed, and his voice did the snake-thing.
“If you are concerned about my safety, Special Agent Gibbs, I am around Dinozzo’s spine. I feel nothing when you dope-slap him.” Then his voice returned to normal. “Actually, boss, I think you should respect your elders, and Raish is certainly elder. He’s older than most languages-“
Gibbs silenced his agent with a slap across the back of his head. Then he tossed an arm around his shoulders, smiled and said “Shuddup, Tony. And welcome back.”
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