Summary: A slap in the face and access to his inheritance changes Tony's life
Rating: M
Word Count:
Status: 43,614
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13256748/1/A-Slap-In-The-Face
Chapter 1:
Tony eyed his computer with some disgust. He had finally gotten his father to turn his inheritance over to him, sort of. All he had to do was enter four 16-digit strings into the bank interface and he'd have it. He'd been trying for two years now. He only had four attempts every six months. As it was, he couldn't even access the interest. He knew his father had something to do with this. The old goat had said out right that, if he couldn't have it, Tony couldn't either.
"Son of a bitch!"
Tim looked up. "What the hell, Tony?"
"I'm really getting sick of this. I can't enter the codes to my account fast enough."
"Cut and Paste it. Seriously, Tony, you're not that computer illiterate."
"Ok, McSmartass, you do it. But I've only got three tries before I'm locked out for another six months. Oh, and the thing won't let me cut and paste."
Tim frowned then ambled over to Tony's desk. "That can't be right. It's… scrooch."
Tony moved to allow Tim access. Tim tried cut and pasting the strings and they didn't even show. "Hum. Shit! This is really not right. Who's your bank?"
Tony gave him the name of the bank, branch, and account number. "I've called them every time this happens and I get told that they'll look into it." Tony made a face. "Yeah… sure they will."
Tim read the card, thought a bit then said, "Let me make a call. This whole deal… well, only you, Tony, could get yourself into a mess like this. Just leave it to me. MIT grad and all."
Tim dialed Tony's phone then waited a bit. "Hey! Frank. Long time." He listened for a minute then replied, "Ok. I'll be there. So… need a bit of a favor. Friend of mine is having trouble accessing his account. He's a bit of a Luddite but I can't seem to cut and paste the passwords. It's not allowing enough time nor accepting the cut. See what the problem is for me?" He listened for a moment then leaned back. "On hold." He waited about two minutes while Tony glowered beside him. "Ok. That's… you might want to investigate that. So… here's what we really need. I'll read you off the numbers, you do your thing and… Tony?"
Tony nodded. "I'll give him an account number to transfer all funds to. That work?"
Tim relayed the info and his friend asked for the account number.
Tony took the phone and gave it from memory. "Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it."
Tim took the phone back and listened as his friend confirmed the transfer went through.
"There. Now stop bitching about it and do something useful." He didn't notice the narrow-eyed look Tony gave him.
Ziva wandered in with a coffee and a smirk. "How are we this fine day?"
Tim sighed, "You're late."
"And?"
Tony just snorted. "Never mind. I'd write you up… again, but Gibbs'll just file 13 it. Keep it up, Sheppard will notice, sooner or later. Now… I have to leave early today. Keep yourselves out of trouble until Gibbs gets back."
Tony ignored Ziva's surly glower in favor of answering his phone. He fiddled with it for a moment, blinked then swore. He grinned around and started to do a little victory dance. "Yes! I got it! Thanks, Probie." He turned around just as Gibbs was about to deliver a head slap. The crack of the slap was loud. Everyone in the room turned just in time to see the vivid red hand print bloom across Tony's cheek.
Tony froze. "Oh, that's just great." He watched as Gibbs opened his mouth to say something. Tony held up a finger in a just a moment gesture. "Not a word. I do not want to hear it."
Meanwhile, Ziva was laughing her head off while Tim looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or run.
Tony sat down at his desk. Gibbs glowered for a moment then sat at his. Tony clicked his mouse, typed a moment then the printer started up.
Tony stood up to take the papers out of the printer. "You know, I have no idea what I ever did to any of you to merit this level of disrespect but I'm done. I did everything I knew how to do to hold this team together for you, Jethro, but all I got was 'Gibbs wouldn't do it this way.' and 'Don't try to be Gibbs.' No way to win. Now you're back and you don't give a shit that neither one of your junior agents will even follow my legitimate orders. Now this? I'm so done."
Ziva opened her mouth and was told, "Just shut up. I don't want to hear it. I don't care about Mossad or any of that shit." She shut her mouth with a snap.
Tony signed a page, stapled several together then did another group. "I emailed my resignation to Sheppard. And here's your copy." Tony tossed the pages into Gibbs desk. "There." He picked up his coffee mug, Mighty Mouse stapler, and his letter opener. He stuffed them and a few files into his go-bag and headed up the stairs.
Tim looked at Gibbs who was looking a bit shell shocked. "What just happened?"
Gibbs sighed. "I fucked up… big time."
Ziva sneered. "Tony's just having a dizzy. He'll be back with his tail in his hand, begging to come back."
Gibbs frowned for a moment then snarled, "Next fucked up saying will be your last. Either get it right or forget it. And it's 'tizzy'. As to the other, tail between his legs, or dick in his hand. It's not cute, it's not clever; it's just annoying as hell." Ziva blinked then turned to her computer and began to type. "And the next report that comes across my desk littered with Hebrew, or any other language not English, will put you on report."
Tim stuck his nose in his computer, curious to see if he could find out exactly what sort of accounts Tony had been trying to access. He found out quickly as all he had to do was get access to Tony's computer, which he'd had for years. He was shocked to find that Tony's 'little' inheritance was from his DiNozzo and Paddington grandparents and his Mother. It amounted to a little over 120 million dollars, what with interest being turned into the principle for over twenty years.
Jeniffer Shepard, Jen to her friends, was startled to find one of her SFA's standing in front of her desk. "Tony, what can I do for you?" She blinked, "And who hit you."
Tony handed her his resignation. "Gibbs." Jen blinked but didn't get a word in as Tony walked over her. "I'll continue the op I'm on, with better back up. Or I can turn it over to someone else. I'll keep the job at Georgetown on my own merits. I like Jethro but I'm not putting up with Gibbs' abuse anymore, not to mention the disrespect of David and McGee. Also, I'm not going undercover with the only contact I have being someone who's in meetings and out of contact more than not."
Jen had known things were coming to a head with Gibbs and Co. she just hadn't expected it this soon. "Very well. I'm sorry it's come to this but… I've seen the writing on the wall for a while. I'll… assign you to Cynthia then. She's handled undercover ops before and her job won't interfere as she's never out of contact. I'll file this now but put it on hold until the op is finished. In a way, this is good, it'll allow you more time to… romance your target. As to Georgetown?"
Tony shrugged. "I actually have the qualifications to teach the class. I have a Master's in Cinematic History. I also have one in Cinematic Arts. Then there's the Criminal Psychology, Abnormal Psychology, and a Bachelor's in Police Practices and Criminal Justice. I'll expect a glowing recommendation from you to Georgetown ASAP."
Jen just nodded. "I am really sorry it's come to this." She rubbed her forehead then asked, "What do you want to do about your leave time?"
"I'll ask to be paid for it as I'm not taking it to do an Op that I should be paid time and a half for. See to that, will you?" He paused for a moment. "And don't screw me over. You'll hear from my lawyer if you do." And with that he turned and left, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.
Jen picked up her phone, put it down; then picked it up again. She dialed then waited, when it was answered she just snarled, "Jethro… my office… NOW!" and slammed it down.
It wasn't long before Gibbs entered without knocking. She just demanded. "What the hell happened? I've got an SFA with a slap mark on his face and a resignation in his hand so start talking and make it good."
Gibbs rubbed his face then admitted, "I messed up. I was just going to slap his head like I always do but he turned around and I slapped him in the face."
Jen shook her head. "I've been warning you about that for years. You finally did it. And I'm not even going to ask him to remain. He's endured enough of your bad temper and surly attitude. I will warn you to rein in your dogs before I smack you all with a rolled up paper. Now, do your own work from now on and make McGee does the SFA work on time… for now. I'll deal with Ziva. Anything else?"
"No. But I'll call him tonight and see if he's cooled off yet. If he has, you can just File 13 that resignation."
"No, I don't believe I will. He's… lost his edge. It's better if we make a clean break of it. And do not go hounding him." Jen gave her old boss an assessing look. "If you want to salvage anything of your relationship, I suggest you take a good, long look at yourself. Now get out."
Gibbs glared for a moment, realized that he wasn't going to get anywhere until everyone cooled off, and left, slamming the door behind him.
Ziva read the email from HR then smirked happily. "Well, that was quick. Tony has quit. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you with Gibbs when I'm made SFA."
Tim shook his head. "And what makes you so sure you'll be SFA? I did the job while Tony took Gibbs' place."
Gibbs stormed in and barked, "And did a shitty job of it. He did all the paperwork for both positions. I don't see that you did much of anything. And Ziva? Not a chance in hell. I'll be bringing in an SFA from outside the team." And with that, he got his sidearm and creds from his desk and stormed off.
Ziva announced, "I will speak with Jenny."
She was startled and dismayed to hear, 'I don't believe you will.' from just over her head.
"Jenny?"
"I've made arrangements for HR to speak with both of you. Where's Gibbs?"
Tim gulped. "He just left. He was really pissed."
"Too bad for him. You're both on two weeks unpaid, disciplinary leave. You will be escorted out, the escort will collect your creds and guns." And with that, she turned on her heel and walked back to her office, slamming the abused door behind her.
Tim blenched, "Oh, shit, she's never slammed a door before."
Ziva also blenched, "I think we have… stabbed ourselves in the back."
Tim gave Ziva an aggrieved look. "Someone else stabs you in the back, which is what we did to Tony; shooting ourselves in the foot in the process." He shut down his computer, put some things in his pack and gathered his creds and gun. "Oh. Don't call me. I'm turning off my phone as soon as I hit the gate."
Ziva huffed. She had been going to call him as soon as she could to nag him into agreeing with her. Now he would be thinking for himself and that wasn't to her benefit at all.
Tim nodded at the elevator, "They're here. And do not kick up a fuss. I'm not up to soothing ruffled feathers at the moment so you'll just make yourself look like a roaring bitch."
The security officers approached in tandem. It seemed that no one was taking any chances so both Tim and Ziva had been assigned two men.
Tim just nodded, picked up his things, surrendering his arm and wallet without comment. He shouldered his pack and followed the two officers to the elevator.
Ziva gave up her arm and wallet with a scowl, grabbed her bag with a glower and stomped after him. The two men assigned to her glanced at each other, shrugged in tandem, and followed.
It was a bit crowded in the elevator as the four security men were active duty Marines who dwarfed Tim, not to mention towering over Ziva, but they managed.
One of the Marines nodded at Tim and Ziva. He handed them some papers, saying, "Ok. Here's your paperwork. There's a copy of your formal reprimand, a receipt for your arm and creds, and an Ex Parte order for the Yard. You'll get your arm and ID back when you return." He turned to Ziva. "For your information, just so you can't say you didn't know. An Ex Parte order is a temporary order forbidding you to have contact with a person or to enter a property. In both your cases there's one for Special Agent DiNozzo and one for the Yard in it's entirety." He smirked at Ziva's shocked face. "Have a nice day." He nodded to his companions and they all marched off leaving Tim and Ziva to the not so gentle ministrations of the officer in charge of the front door.
He just pointed to the doors and said, "Out!"
Ziva started to argue but Tim snarled, "Do. Not. Start. Anything." He left, leaving her standing there with egg on her face.
Abby sang along to one of her favorite songs, dancing in place while she waited for results.
Her Skype binging brought her attention to Tim. "Timmy! Hi!" She eyed him. "Hey, what's with the long face."
"You won't believe this." He told her the whole mess, ending, "So now I'm on unpaid, disciplinary leave for two weeks."
Abby gave a little screech. "No! Nonono! Tony can't quit! He'll ruin everything. Call him up! Tell him to come back right now."
"Can't do that. There's an Ex Parte and I'm not breaching it. Beside the fact that it won't do any good." Tim shook his head. "I'm beginning to wonder why he stayed as long as he did. I'll talk to you later… I just wanted to break the news before some catty bitch did it. Don't call me later, I'm turning my phone off. Bye, Abs."
Abby stared at the screen for a bit before she decided to have a fit. She stormed around her lab, slamming drawers and swearing. After that, she tried to hack HR to see what was going on. She was mortally embarrassed when she got a flashing, spinning pop up that said, "Abigale Scuito! Stop hacking internal systems! You are warned!"
She signed out early and went home.