Asking Tony (21)

Jack's P.O.V.

Okay, okay, okay. Now that I'm back from Russia/Iran, there are a few things I want to do now I'm home again.

First of all, I got settled in a new apartment -fully and completely leaving my adoptive parent's place.

So, after taking 3 days to do that, I bought something.

Do you want to know what it is?

Yeah?

Okay, I'll show you. But you have to promise not to tell Anna. Because I can't show her until I've show 2 very important people.

So, can you keep a secret? Yes? Good. Alright, here it is.







I'm gonna propose to her.

I'm going to propose... to her. 

I'm actually going to propose to her!

I still can't wrap my brain around it from some reason.

But first... I have to ask Tony if I can.

Frick. This is the part I was least looking forward to. Well... there's one part I'm more dreading.

I had loved Anna ever since I first met her, at age 7 and I joined her and Brock -the three of us becoming a little group. Brock and Anna got together first though, so I stepped aside. And of course Ethan joined us. After Brock died, not only had our foursome became a threesome, but I had a chance. Rylee had joined our threesome for a few months, then framed Anna for murder, and that fell apart quick.

Sure I had taken Anna to the black and white ball per Brock's request, but after that, that was all me.

I walked into the NCIS building, pinning a visitors badge to my chest. I was pretty good at blending in/hiding in plain sight, so there was no worry there. Where there was worry, was with Anna's insane ability to spot people in a crowd. Luckily, Anna wasn't in the cubical when I got there. And Tony was.

'Good' I thought to myself. I was about to call out to him, when I remembered something. His name. Should I call him Mr. DiNozzo? Or Tony? I had called him Tony a lot but for some reason it didn't sound formal enough. Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo? Tony, or Mr DiNozzo?

Tony.

"Tony?" I asked tentatively. He looked up from his paperwork, and recognized me.

"Jack, you're back from Russia." He observed, standing up and joining me at the mouth of the cubical. "Do you want me to go and get Ellie, or what?"

"No, no, no I'm here to talk to you. Is there somewhere we can go to talk in private?" 

"Yeah sure, this way." Tony lead me to a back conference room, and motioned for me to sit down. But I didn't. "You okay kid? You look sick. Do you want to sit down?"

"No, no, no, I'm okay. Just nervous."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Well... here's the thing." I took a deep breath, and pulled the ring out of my pocket, tossing it to him. "I want to propose to Ellie, but I figured I would have to ask you first."

"Dam right you have to ask me first." Tony agreed. He opened the little black ring box, to reveal the little diamond crown ring I had bought for Anna. "Wow Jack," He said, taking the ring out, and looking at it from all angles. "Ellie's gonna love this."

"So, I'm allowed to ask her?"

"Of course you are. She cried forever when you got deployed. She worried so much about you. She has everyone of the notes you sent her pinned on her wall."

"I kept all of her notes to me too. They're stuck in the pages of my journal, on the day's I got them. I always cried whenever I read one. She's so sweet, full of optimism, and hope."

"Yeah, yeah she is isn't she?" Tony agreed, chucking the ring back at me in it's box. "If I let you marry her, will you promise to take care of her?"

"Of course. With all of my everything."

"Then you have my permission."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah, you're a good kid. You'll do great with her."

"Thank you."

"Of course. You asked Abby too right?"

I was taken aback by that. "Wait, what? I have to ask Abby too? The freaky happy goth?"

"Yup. She's important to Ellie, and was her godmother when she was young."

"Welp... wish me luck."

"It won't help!"

"Yeah, it probably won't. Is she down in the forensics lab?"

"Yeah she is. Ellie's up in MTAC and will probably be there for a while -she's leading a sting operation- so you're in the clear from her. However, I'd advise you to be quick. And you should probably tell the rest of the team. About your plans I mean." 

I furrowed brow. "What do you mean by that?"

"To propose. They're kinda into the whole Ellie stupidly missing you, and talking about you thing. She has in fact been a bit of a nightmare."

"Even Gibbs?"

"Especially Gibbs."

"Eh, Abby's probably going to be worse than Gibbs."

"That's very true. She is one of the few people in the world who could kill you and leave behind not even a single trace of a trace of forensic evidence behind. As she so kindly reminds us all the time."

"Oh no. I'm probably going to die aren't I?"

"Yup, probably. You got this." He insisted, opening the door and letting me leave before him.

As I made my way to the elevator, we walked through the cubical and I got to see Anna's desk. There were pictures on there, in frames. One was of her and I at the airport before I left, Anna spilling over with tears. Of course. Her head was in my shoulder, wet patches on my shoulder under where her eyes were. 

Another, was a picture my parents had taken of Brock and I dumping a bucket of ice water on an unsuspecting Anna doing homework. Brock and I ruined a textbook that day. And I still didn't care.

The third picture frame wasn't a picture at all, but a letter: one I had written.

Anna, 
          Hi! How are you? Wow that sounds really lame. If only there were something... not lame I could say other than 'hi' because wow do I have a small vocabulary.
          Iran's okay. Lots of smoke. I'm not on the ground with the big guns, and I'm not a sniper either. But of course you already know that. You already know that I work in the kitchen. Of course it's not the huge honor that shooting a bunch of people down is, then again, I don't have to shoot anyone down.
          I hope you're okay, because I worry about you a lot. I think about you everyday. So how on Earth can I be saved?
          Hey, something's been bothering me for a while. What does supercalafragilisticexpialladocious mean? Is that how you spell it? Supercalafragilisticexpialladocious? Cilifragilistic? Supercallafragilisticexpialladocious? I give up. Unless I got it... Did I get it? Probably not... okay one last change. Supercallifragalisticexpialladocious. Is that it? If it was, what does it mean? Because no one here knows.
          I pray for you a lot. Like... everyday. Twice a day. I really really pray that you're okay because if you're not I don't know what I'm going to do.
          I don't really know what else to write other than, how do you make your spegettii sauce again? Spegetti? SpAgEEtTTii. Yeah I'll go with that.
          Anyhoo, I miss you. I don't know when my tour's over, but hopefully it's soon. I miss your face. Your voice. The way you get really scared everytime I stand behind you. I don't even have to grab you anymore, or even reach out, I just have to stand there. YES IT IS FUNNY.

         I love you.
         So much.

-Jack <3

I smiled at it. She really did frame all my letters. Wow. And I did eventually figure out how to spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and spaghetti. Eventually.

Took me a while.

But I got it...


Eventually...

I smiled again, ran a hand through my light brown hair, which was getting blonder and blonder the more the sun was shining. Then I remembered why I was here. I shook my head, and walked back to the elevator.

Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee. 

A LOT more to come! 

I have so many ideas! 

And a lot of things I want to do with younger Ellie. Like... elementary school Ellie. Also, some Hope and Tony back story. 

Anyhoo, hope you lot enjoyed! 

Sorry this chapter was shorter, but it's going to be 4 parts! So that'll be super fun. 

Love you lot!! 

-Eliza <3

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