NCIS, Ep., Agent Afloat,

Three in the Morning

It was three in the morning after Tony’s return to the Seahawk from getting the information he needed on land to close his current case.
The world and most of the ship were asleep, but his mind just wouldn’t shut down from digging at things. Vance agreed to allow McGee to use the MCRT to contact him where things could be recorded, yet McGee’s being so naïve in not knowing everything happening on that screen was watched by those on BOTH ends. His not knowing he had hung himself literally on treason charges after Tony’s captain had nodded his head and every key stroke was monitored that Tim had made. Stopping him just short of getting in. And Tim getting frustrated at it not working just before Pentagon’s security barged in to arrest him on treason charges.
Vance suddenly nowhere to be found in the room, yet his metaphorical fingers everywhere on what happened as an official investigation into how this whole mess happened. Vance’s office and home were torn apart, and his online correspondence was found to be very interesting.

All the questions everyone had ignored in the light of the day now came alive in the dark of night as Tony sat at his work laptop. He was thinking while trying to type up his report. It seemed now that Vance was gone, Gibbs felt it was alright to run rampant. He made his feelings well known, loudly, when he didn’t get what he wanted. And that was to get Tony back anyway he could. Even if it meant going out to his ship and taking over his case on him then illegally bringing him home from there.
He was currently serving his suspension having to do the reports of the Agent in Charge his other temper tantrum had gotten rid of. With oversight of the new Assistant Deputy Director who wrote him up for every little thing he did wrong in his world.
His new team was disbanded and the members put through the ringer to find just who was the mole through the Patriot Act allowed questioning. Poor Lee, his probie, at least her sister was now free.

He finished his current report, printed a copy for the ship’s files, and the rest to be sent to the office with the next download in the morning. Sat back in his small chair in his small room cum office/bedroom.
Three in the morning. Time, he didn’t really like most nights as it got him wondering if the masks were worth it. Questions he rarely otherwise never asked.
But this time, after everything that had happened, he had regrets, truth had a voice, whether he or anyone wanted to listen. He wondered if the masks were where things had gone wrong in the first place.

Fin
5/25/2026