Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them. I'm not xanthe who's verse I playing within and original character I'm
Genre: AU set within xanthe's BDSM verse (so anything goes, but this fic is tame)
Tag: Episode Tag to 02x17 An Eye for an Eye; Fic Tag to The First Collar by xanthe
Word Count: 485
Note: I wrote this in comments on Xanthe's fic The First Collar. It is set within the episode An Eye for an Eye within her verse. To fully understand this fic, you need to have read The First Collar and understand her verse.
Summary: South America was supposed to be a safe haven for him.
South America. It seemed like a good idea at the time. He had a few connections through some old drug contacts and it was a hemisphere away from that little shit DiNozzo and his top from hell. He didn't consider it running. No, it was a strategic retreat.
Things had gone smoothly for several years and he wasn't shunned from the subs like he had become in the DC/Metro area. He tried not to think about how every sub he used resembled Tony in some way (eyes, smile, hair, attitude...). But he showed each and every one of them who was top. And they would wear his collar without complaint during the time he had them under his cock.
So he was almost at the top of his game when it all came crumbling down. The doors to the seedy dive had just opened and the filtered light from the sinking sun revealed Tony DiNozzo, complete with a collar and a gun hanging from his shoulder harness.
Jake felt the blood drain from his face as he looked furtively for that bastard Gibbs. He even felt his jaw twinge as a reminder of his last, and hopefully last encounter. To his relief, he saw a confident top of a woman with dark hair standing behind Tony, gazing at the dive's crowd in disdain.
"Go ask your questions so we can get out of this place, DiNozzo," she hissed and Jake felt his anger soar as he saw the smartass smirk cross Tony's face in response.
"Remember, Katie, Boss said I'm in charge," and with a wink at her he was heading toward the bar and straight towards Jake.
Jake tried to turn, but knew he wasn't quick enough when he heard a sharp, "Damn!" come from Tony's mouth.
Then he felt a hand tighten on his shoulder as he was forced back around.
"Didn't figure I would ever see you again, Jakey. How's that jaw?"
Jake let his anger take over from his common sense as he grabbed Tony's wrist in a strong hold. "Don't see that top of yours around here, boy. You looking to go another round in a dark alley?"
Before he knew what hit him, the woman had his hand removed from Tony's wrist and twisted around his back in a painful motion. He could also fill the poke of her gun at his side.
"Don't know who you are, but Gibbs would kill me if I stood by and let some sleazy top touch what is his. Get the hell out of here."
Even as his mind was telling him to fight and not be cowed again, his body was responding to the order from a top stronger than himself. He made is way back to the rundown room he'd called home and threw his meager belongings into bags without thought.
"Africa," he mumbled to himself. "Africa should be safe."