A/N: So recently I've started re-watching the West Wing (because of teaching the kids at school about the American Political System and the separation of powers). And this popped into my head. What if people from NCIS and the West Wing became friends? I couldn't resist running with the idea and this little thing rolled out. There will be snippet chapters; dealing with either the West Wing or NCIS.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone of these characters, i don't make any profit from the publishing of these stories.

Just read and enjoy, maybe even review ;)


The whole hall was packed. Bartlet was making his speech and answering questions that were no doubt prepped. Tony DiNozzo took a glance at his partner. Zoe Keates, his life line really. But he knew he couldn't ask her for help with this. This was too big and could not only jeopardise her career but also her life in the force.

Nobody liked a snitch, and the problem ran from City Hall right down to the precincts. He hated the position he was in, but his sense of justice didn't let him leave it alone. He was kept up at night trying to answer the question: How could he swear an oath to uphold the laws of their country while glancing the other way when those with the responsibility of keeping up those laws were negating everything their offices stood for?

So he decided that he had to go the way he didn't want to. He needed to let the politicians play it. No journalist or City Hall councillor would listen to him. His faux pas was too wide spread in Philly for that.

He had done his research and had immediately recognized the man who led Bartlet around: Leo McGarry had been Secretary of Labour. Before that, he knew he had been a friend of his mother. Or better said, he knew his mother had been friends with his wife. He remembered seeing them at the funeral.

He just hoped he could get through to speak to the man. To do that, he had to go through the other minions of the campaign. Right now, he had his eyes set on two that were standing in the back of the hall, listening to their candidate working the crowd.

He whispered his absence to Zoe, with a 'be right back'.

"Mr Seaborn, Mr Lymann?" he came up from behind them and couldn't help but girn when they both jumped up in shock. They looked at his uniform and simultaneously their eyebrows shot up.

"Is there a problem, officer?" the man he knew to be Sam Seaborn spoke.

"Yeah," Tony awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. Now that he had their attention, he didn't know how to get the word out.

"Well?" Lymann pressed, apparently he wasn't known for patience.

"Look," Tony decided to just plunge in. "I'm not sure this is the right course, but I pretty much am left without options. The reason I'm doing this is because my mother used to be friends with Mrs McGarry and I hope he knows what to do."

"Well," Sam Seaborn looked at his compadre. "What's the problem."

"Corruption?" he smiled embarrassed. "And I'm pretty much left without any revenues."

"Corruption," Lymann sounded cynical. "So bring it up to City Hall."

"Yeah, there lies the rub," Tony answered. "This is something that goes up to the mayor, okay?"

He started to speak faster. "There is a lot of things that go missing from Narc. And that includes witness' lists against drug pins. And over a quarter of those witnesses end up being a case at Homicide."

Now he had the full attention of both.

"I can't really say much here, with everyone around," Tony spoke while continuously keeping an eye on the perimeter. "Could you just tell Leo McGarry that Anthony DiNozzo Jr needs to speak to him. It's about issues concerning my father."

Tony hoped that was a big enough clue. He distinctly recalled a big fight in the entryway of their home between the two men where Leo had yelled that his father was a conman.

He handed Sam Seaborn a piece of paper. "That's my home address and phone number. Tell him I'm on the night beat this week though."

Without another word he slipped back to Keates' side and both went outside to start going their beat.

Sam and Josh watched as the young officer made his way out of the building with a beautiful female officer.

"Think he's legit?" Josh asked his friend.

"Seemed to be," Sam answered fingering the piece of paper. "I'll give this to Leo."

It was back at the hotel that the two made their way to the governor's room, where they knew Leo was holed up as well.

"Leo?" Sam called. "Sorry governor, but …"

"Come in," Jed Bartlet spoke jovially. "Sam, Josh, got anything?"

"Yeah," Josh hesitated. "We were approached by a young officer during the rally. He said he needed to talk to you, Leo. He said he didn't know what to do and to tell you that 'Anthony DiNozzo Jr needs to speak to you. That it's an issue like his father?"

Leo had stood up at those words. "A police officer you said?"

"Yes," Sam handed him the piece of paper. "That's his home address and phone number."

"Leo?" Jed Bartlet questioned.

"His mother," Leo cleared his throat. "His mother was one of Jenny's best friends. She died, God, almost twenty years ago now. His father and I, we had a falling out half a year later. Last time I've seen the kid."

"What was the falling out about?" Jed asked his long time friend.

"His father," Leo hesitated. "I guess he was lost in grief. He didn't do right by the boy after she died. I yelled and accused the guy of a lot of things. But my parting words were that he was too busy with his swindling and cons to pay attention to the family he still had."

"He spoke a bit about corruption in City Hall," Sam offered. "But didn't dare to say anything else out in the public. Kinda paranoid. "

"I gotta speak to him," Leo stood up.

"Not alone, you're not," Jed refuted.

"I'll come with," Sam offered. He was intrigued by the cop who had took a leap of faith and spoke to politicians hoping they'd gave a crap about it.

Half an hour later saw them at a run down part of town looking at an apartment complex that Sam wondered if it had ever seen a better day.

Leo walked up and after a bit a searching they found the right number. There was no doorbell and he was left to banging on the door. Sam jumped as they heard a dog bark some apartments down.

They heard foot steps on the other side of the door and after a pause, the locks were turned and the door swung open

"Mr McGarry," Tony greeted him in a young voice that brought Leo back to the days when they were all still alive and happy.

"Anthony," the man greeted warmly and shook his hand before pulling him in an embrace. "It has been too long."

"Yeah," DiNozzo agreed. "Come in, both of you."

They immediately walked into the living room, where a comfortable old black leather sofa was dominating the space with a nice comfy chair adjacent to it.

"Sit down," Tony gestured to the seats. "I know it isn't the governor's living room, but-"

"It's fine, Anthony," Leo calmed the man.

"Right," Anthony nodded. "Want something to drink? I have beer."

Sam nodded with a smile, while Leo immediately refused one. DiNozzo observed the other man carefully.

"Good for you," he said as he walked into the kitchen.

"What do you mean?" Leo demanded defensively.

"Well," DiNozzo called out as he walked back in with two beers and a glass of sparkling water. "I bet you hit the wall. And did what dear ol' dad never could; admitting to a problem. So; good for you."

Leo could only stare at the young man in front of him.

"Thanks," Sam took the beer and both men clinked their bottles.

"How is your dad?" Leo asked suddenly.

"Wouldn't know, sir," Tony's voice sounded relax, but his body language was stiff. "Haven't actually talked to the man outside of Christmas greetings since he sent me off to RMA back in the day."

"Back in the day?" Sam echoed with a frown.

Tony turned a smile to the other man. "That is a euphemism for being kicked out of the house into Military Academy at the age of twelve."

"Son of a bitch," Leo swore, shocking Sam. He couldn't remember that phrase ever making it out of the man's mouth.

"But I didn't ask you to come here because of daddy dearest," Tony waved away his bastard of a father and came to the point. "I wanted your opinion on this."

With those words he pulled a file from under the sitting of the chair and tossed it onto the coffee table. Leo put down his water and grasped the file. He leafed through it, frown deepening.

"Anyone knows you have these?" he asked urgently.

DiNozzo shook his head. "No, although everyone knows I know about the crap, but they don't know I have any evidence. My partner doesn't know either."

"Why?" Sam asked. "She'll have your back right?"

DiNozzo pulled a face. "I can't offer her any protection against the Force if I include her in this. Right now, because I keep her out of this we still get the backup when requested. If I clue her in …"

"You'll be locked out so soon that the presses will still be hot when your bodies are cold," Leo nodded understandingly.

"I just," DiNozzo rubbed his face with both hands. "I have no political network to get this off the ground. But I refuse to let this lie. That was not in the oath I took."

Sam's respect for the man grew hearing this. After spending so much time on the campaign in between seasoned political operators, he got a bit tired of hearing that he was naïve and idealistic to believe in such values. This man had chosen a profession where that was the core of what he was doing. And stood by it, apparently, no matter the cost.

"You know this'll kill you," Leo noted.

DiNozzo nodded. "I have to leave this joint anyhow. They're getting jittery. Every time we're requesting backup, I'm afraid they won't show. And I will not let Keates get killed because of this."

Leo sighed. "I've got some strings that are above City Hall around here. I'll make sure the right people see this file."

DiNozzo sighed as if the burden of the world was just lifted off his shoulders. "Thank you Mr McGarry."

"Leo, kid," he corrected him.

"Tony," he responded.

Leo raised an eyebrow. "Dad always called me Junior. That's not a name; it's a generational denominator. And he always did this 'I'm the real Anthony DiNozzo' spiel to everyone. So; Tony."

"Sam Seaborn," Sam introduced himself.

DiNozzo lifted his beer bottle in greeting.

"You're doing something good," Leo complimented him. "Something that everyone should do. You can be proud of yourself, kid. And on that college career of yours."

"You followed that?' Tony sounded surprised.

"Greatest basketball talent to appear at Ohio State," Leo grinned. "When a family name like that makes the national sport news, I notice."

"Yeah that's a long time ago," Tony seemed to blush at hearing that they knew his college career. "Besides, I blew my knee out remember?"

"Yeah, I do," Leo nodded.

The phone ringing interrupted their conversation. DiNozzo stood up with a sigh.

"DiNozzo," he intoned.

There was a short silence.

"Keates," he sighed rubbing one eye with the palm of his hand. "Right now really isn't the time."

"Yeah, I know," Tony nodded. "No Keates, I've already got it covered. Don't worry, okay?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow," there was a small smile on his face.

"Nope, I won the bet, remember? Final four and you've not put down the Buckeyes, of course I won! So you better bring the jelly-filled ones."


He put down the phone again. "Sorry, my partner is harassing my ass."

"It's okay, we have to get going again," Leo and Sam stood up.

"Call me anytime, kid," Leo shook his hand with the other resting on his shoulder. "I'm proud of you. Your mom would be too. Out of her mind with worry, mind you, but proud."

"Thanks, Leo."

Sam handed him a business card. "Let me know if you want to hang out. Keep in touch, okay?"

"Sure," Tony smiled.

It was cold that January as Sam walked around the White House in a daze. He still couldn't believe that they made it here. In the White House.

A knock on his brand new White House Office door made him look up.

"Sam," Ginger spoke. "I've got a report Leo said you needed to see."

Sam took the report from her and read it quickly. He saw the situation in Philly had reached it climax. Entire lines of people had been fired over the fall out. He suddenly realized that he hadn't heard from Tony since Leo had warned him that they were about to go on the line with it.

He quickly punched in the number and waited for the other man to answer.

"DiNozzo," a flat tone that sounded busy.

"Hello, Tony," Sam greeted him.

"Sam Seaborn, that you?" the tone was suddenly much more attentive and warm.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I'm actually calling from the White House, if you can believe it."

"Well, I've seen the Inauguration and the Election so, yes," the other man laughed loud.

"You did vote for us, right?" Sam laughed trying to sound serious.

"Ah," he could clearly hear the police officer squirm in his seat.

"You serious" he exclaimed. "Why the hell did you vote for the other guy?"

"Who says I did?" Tony shot right back.

"You didn't say you vote for Bartlet," Sam argued back.

"Yeah well, I actually didn't vote at all," Tony confessed.

"What?" Sam was surprised. "Why the hell not?"

"Uhm," Tony hesitated. "I was sort of indisposed at the moment."

"Indisposed," Sam repeated weakly. "Indisposed how?"

"As in concussed and in the hospital?" Tony managed to make it sound like a question.

"What happened?" Sam was concerned. There was an niggling in the back of his mind as if he should know what had happened.

"Police captains and chiefs are much smarter than they appear to be," DiNozzo sounded nonchalantly. "Plus destroying the careers of Homicide and Narc Detectives is not a sound decision for your health."

"WHAT!" Sam exploded.

"Sam, calm down," Tony tried to suss him. "I'm okay. Out of there. Right now, I'm working the beat in Baltimore. Nice city, really. Especially gotta love the old school Italian mafia that controls a lot of the back alleys."

"That doesn't really make me feel better," Sam argued with his friend.

"Yeah, well," Tony said once more. "I'm a cop Sam. Means that I walk the street with risk so that other can do so safely. It's the way it is."

"Anyway, I just got the report from Philly," Sam changed the subject, realizing that Tony could be just as stubborn as Toby.


"And," Sam prolonged a bit. "They're charging them. City Counsil, the Mayor, the whole shebang. You did good Tony."

He could hear the loud exhale that followed the statement. "Thanks for the call Sam."

"I'll speak to you soon, okay?" Sam pressed.

"Somehow I think you are going to lack time to call me Sam," Tony laughed. "Keep it up to e-mails. Those we can both write when we have the time. I'll talk to you whenever. Say hi to Leo for me, and thanks."

With their goodbyes they both hung up. It took a while to find Leo's office. The rest of the Senior Staff was already there.

"Sa," Leo sounded disapproving.

"Sorry, I was on the phone with Tony," Sam explained. "He said 'thanks'."

Leo nodded his understanding and started the meeting.