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Title: His Alibis
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kaylashay81
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Word Count: 5 x 100
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ncisdrabble100; Challenge #93 - Alibis
Crossposted:ncisdrabble100; ncisfanfic; tonydinozzo
Summary: A well placed alibi can go a long way.
Other kids told him to tell the teacher something along the lines of “the dog ate my homework,” but he had been taught early on that it didn’t pay to tell a lie. So when the teacher asked him where his homework was, Anthony DiNozzo gave a small smile and said that his parents had needed his presence at a dinner party that the President of the United States was the guest of honor for. That was the day he learned that in some cases telling a believable lie was a better alibi than the truth of what really happened.
In college, he became the master of alibis. Juggling multiple girlfriends around his sports schedules, classes and the frat kept him on his toes. Not to mention the way he played down his grades so that he appeared the dumb jock that everyone thought he was. He also managed to play up the rich façade so that people didn’t know that his family had cut him off. He had a ready excuse when he missed a party. It wasn’t from getting laid or practicing like he let everyone believe. Working as a night guard was a secret he would keep.
In Philly, he got to put those skills he had honed over the years to use. He spent most of those two years undercover, working to ferret out drug lords and other criminal types. He had to constantly maintain a balance of lies and alibis to cover his check-ins with his handlers. One little slip in the carefully balanced routine could cause years of work to crumble or even him to lose his life. One mistake two years in led to his abrupt move to Baltimore and being assigned to homicide. It was a change, but it required fewer alibis.
When he jumped Baltimore to NCIS, he learned a new appreciation for artfully created alibis. The Navy and Marines could create some of the best he had ever seen when it came to saying, “I’m not the one you’re looking for.” His secret indulgence was sitting in the observation room watching Gibbs work a suspect to the point that the truth came out. He had been on the other end of that stare many times and it was amazing how people would respond to it. He hoped that the longer he watched, the more he could learn from Gibbs’ interrogations.
Then Chip framed him and he didn’t have an alibi to hand to the FBI or even Gibbs. He knew that Gibbs believed he was innocent, but Gibbs believing wouldn’t keep him from ending up behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. Once it was over, it was months before he could be alone. He spent time in the office so he was on camera with a time and date stamp, time with various women and most of the time sitting on the bottom step to Gibbs’ basement. The older man never asked him about it, he understood why.
Author:
kaylashay81Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Word Count: 5 x 100
Challenge:
ncisdrabble100; Challenge #93 - AlibisCrossposted:
ncisdrabble100; ncisfanfic; tonydinozzoSummary: A well placed alibi can go a long way.
Other kids told him to tell the teacher something along the lines of “the dog ate my homework,” but he had been taught early on that it didn’t pay to tell a lie. So when the teacher asked him where his homework was, Anthony DiNozzo gave a small smile and said that his parents had needed his presence at a dinner party that the President of the United States was the guest of honor for. That was the day he learned that in some cases telling a believable lie was a better alibi than the truth of what really happened.
In college, he became the master of alibis. Juggling multiple girlfriends around his sports schedules, classes and the frat kept him on his toes. Not to mention the way he played down his grades so that he appeared the dumb jock that everyone thought he was. He also managed to play up the rich façade so that people didn’t know that his family had cut him off. He had a ready excuse when he missed a party. It wasn’t from getting laid or practicing like he let everyone believe. Working as a night guard was a secret he would keep.
In Philly, he got to put those skills he had honed over the years to use. He spent most of those two years undercover, working to ferret out drug lords and other criminal types. He had to constantly maintain a balance of lies and alibis to cover his check-ins with his handlers. One little slip in the carefully balanced routine could cause years of work to crumble or even him to lose his life. One mistake two years in led to his abrupt move to Baltimore and being assigned to homicide. It was a change, but it required fewer alibis.
When he jumped Baltimore to NCIS, he learned a new appreciation for artfully created alibis. The Navy and Marines could create some of the best he had ever seen when it came to saying, “I’m not the one you’re looking for.” His secret indulgence was sitting in the observation room watching Gibbs work a suspect to the point that the truth came out. He had been on the other end of that stare many times and it was amazing how people would respond to it. He hoped that the longer he watched, the more he could learn from Gibbs’ interrogations.
Then Chip framed him and he didn’t have an alibi to hand to the FBI or even Gibbs. He knew that Gibbs believed he was innocent, but Gibbs believing wouldn’t keep him from ending up behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit. Once it was over, it was months before he could be alone. He spent time in the office so he was on camera with a time and date stamp, time with various women and most of the time sitting on the bottom step to Gibbs’ basement. The older man never asked him about it, he understood why.