A/N. So this is my final NCIS fic. I'm not sure how many people have followed me while I've been writing in this fandom, but I figured I'd say goodbye. It's been a lot of fun, but since I don't watch the show anymore (and half of my OTP isn't in it anymore) I thought the time was right to call it a day. I'm still going to be around on FF and AO3, but it will most likely be less frequent. Currently my writings are mostly The Originals (which is ending soon) and I'm toying with the idea of doing some SG1 stuff, since I'm in the middle of a rewatch.

Anyways, enough rambling. Thanks for a good ride, NCIS, and here's my final farewell.

Tony didn't want to be here. Yet another thing he was being forced into by the family name. 'It's a status symbol, Junior', 'you're of the age where you need to worry about what people think of you', 'I don't see why you're complaining, it's not like you're the one paying'. Taking a deep breath, Tony put on an expression that said he'd been listening to what the handler was saying. In truth he hadn't heard a word.

"Do you have anything specific in mind, Mr DiNozzo?"

"I, uh..."

"I know, you're probably feeling spoilt for choice. The first one's always the hardest."

"I'm only planning on getting one."

"Ok, well then let's narrow down your options. Male or female?"

Tony took another breath. He was really doing this. No turning back now. "Male," he said decisively.

"Ok, and do you have any physical specifications?"

"Someone who can handle themselves," Tony knew that's not what the handler had meant, but he didn't want to be here any longer than necessary. "I don't have time to take care of anyone. I need someone who can take care of themselves when I'm not around."

"Age?"

Tony smirked. He knew very well how the price could fluctuate depending on age. The handler was probably hoping Tony wanted someone underage so he could ramp up the costs. "Over 25."

Throughout this question and answer session, the handler had been making notes. He looked up from the pad at his next question. "And what level of training do you require?"

"Hell, I don't know," Tony huffed out. "You got any that still have a brain in their heads?"

The handler was about to reply when a shout from the other room drew their attention. The shout was followed by a crash, and the sound of a door flinging open. Tony stood up and headed towards the noise, the handler close behind. More shouting was heard, and Tony was almost knocked down by a half naked man in chains that clearly weren't doing their job. The man in question stopped to make sure Tony was ok, and their eyes met. Tony was struck by how clear they were. Sharp and blue, and Tony didn't realise his mouth was open until he saw the man smirk. Their moment was cut short by the sound of someone yelling 'get the taser' and the man, for the first time, looked afraid. It was then that everything fell into place. This man was trying to escape. He was a slave.

"No!" Tony shouted without fully realising it. The man looked shocked, and Tony's hand instinctively tightened where it hand landed on his arm earlier. The handler and another man Tony could only assume caused the earlier crash rushed out to where Tony was standing with the slave. "No taser," Tony clarified quickly. "I've made up my mind. I want this one."