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kaylashay81) wrote2009-12-27 11:31 pm
kaylashay81) wrote2009-12-27 11:31 pm
Fic: Three Steps From The Bottom (NCIS; 03/12)
Title: Three Steps From The Bottom
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kaylashay81
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Pre-Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: Post - 07x10 Faith
Word Count: 300
Series: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Summary: On the third day of Christmas, three steps from the bottom was where Tony sat.
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12
Sunday progressed much as Saturday had. Coffee and breakfast led to morning errands for Gibbs and Tony while Jack stayed behind to, as he put it, putter around the kitchen. They both returned home in mid-afternoon to the smells of Jack's cooking filling the house.
Dinner was a sit down affair with companionable conversations that Tony found himself enjoying a little much. It was almost what he had always pictured a family to be like.
Afterwards, Gibbs retired to the basement while Tony and Jack set up shop in the living room with Tony's DVD player and an assortment of movies. It was after the first movie, that Jack slipped downstairs and Tony let the father and son have their time together.
Several hours later, curiosity got the better of him and Tony made his way down the basement steps. He saw both of the Gibbs men working in silence at one of the tables that now graced the space once occupied by Gibbs' boat. Deciding not to disturb the two, Tony settled in on the third step from the bottom and leaned against the wall. Content to just watch.
Tony wasn't sure how much time had passed when he felt a gentle shake of his shoulder and heard a softer than normal, "Time to hit the sack, DiNozzo," from Gibbs.
Blinking his eyes open, he noticed Jack and Gibbs both looking at him with indulgent expressions. Looking beyond them to the tables, he saw a shaped lump under a draped sheet.
"What are you working on anyway, Boss?" he asked quietly as he stood to work the kinks out of his neck.
"You're a detective, DiNozzo. Figure it out."
"But no peeking!" Gibbs added as Tony moved toward the table. "Now get up the stairs."
"On your six, Boss."
01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12
Author:
kaylashay81Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Pre-Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Spoilers: Post - 07x10 Faith
Word Count: 300
Series: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Summary: On the third day of Christmas, three steps from the bottom was where Tony sat.
Sunday progressed much as Saturday had. Coffee and breakfast led to morning errands for Gibbs and Tony while Jack stayed behind to, as he put it, putter around the kitchen. They both returned home in mid-afternoon to the smells of Jack's cooking filling the house.
Dinner was a sit down affair with companionable conversations that Tony found himself enjoying a little much. It was almost what he had always pictured a family to be like.
Afterwards, Gibbs retired to the basement while Tony and Jack set up shop in the living room with Tony's DVD player and an assortment of movies. It was after the first movie, that Jack slipped downstairs and Tony let the father and son have their time together.
Several hours later, curiosity got the better of him and Tony made his way down the basement steps. He saw both of the Gibbs men working in silence at one of the tables that now graced the space once occupied by Gibbs' boat. Deciding not to disturb the two, Tony settled in on the third step from the bottom and leaned against the wall. Content to just watch.
Tony wasn't sure how much time had passed when he felt a gentle shake of his shoulder and heard a softer than normal, "Time to hit the sack, DiNozzo," from Gibbs.
Blinking his eyes open, he noticed Jack and Gibbs both looking at him with indulgent expressions. Looking beyond them to the tables, he saw a shaped lump under a draped sheet.
"What are you working on anyway, Boss?" he asked quietly as he stood to work the kinks out of his neck.
"You're a detective, DiNozzo. Figure it out."
"But no peeking!" Gibbs added as Tony moved toward the table. "Now get up the stairs."
"On your six, Boss."