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hawk_soaring and sinfulslasher:
Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.
The Paddle forsasha1600
Of Detectives and Marines forcinderella81
A Blast from the Past fortingreca
Nightmares fordawning_star
hawk_soaring and sinfulslasher:Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it.
The Paddle for
sasha1600Of Detectives and Marines for
cinderella81A Blast from the Past for
tingrecaNightmares for
dawning_star
No, Gibbs would know, but that meant that Tony wouldn't need to ask. Gibbs would know and Tony could only hope that the man felt the same way.
"Please," Tony whispered as he placed the wooden paddle in his stocking. "Please let him want this too."
"I do," the words caused Tony to jump, but he was steadied by strong arms wrapping around him. "All you had to do was ask."
Franks had taken a wet behind the ears detective and turned him into a federal agent. Franks had also helped him build his trust again after having it shattered by the man that was supposed to go to the wall for him.
Now he had a young Marine whose record indicated that he was one of the best to have at your back. But this Marine had also just lost his wife and child to a senseless crime. If left alone to his own devices, Jethro knew the man would implode. He needed to give the man an outlet, a purpose.
"Gunnery Sergeant DiNozzo!" he barked out, please when the other man snapped to attention. "I heard you're planning to leave the Corp. Got plans after?"
DiNozzo kept staring straight ahead, "No, Sir."
"Follow me," Jethro said as he walked down the hall. He didn't look back, sure that the other man was following him.
When he did stop, he turned to take in DiNozzo's expression as he read the words on the door in front of them.
"HR, Sir?"
"Yup. Figured I could use a hand getting the dirtbags off the street. You up for it?"
"Hoorah, Sir!"
And Jethro smiled.
Epic epic love for this!!!!!!!
A Blast from the Past
Re: A Blast from the Past
It was Abby's fault really. When they'd been dating, they'd played a 'who would you do' game and Kate had been in the mix. That night had ended with a little role playing and he never thought privately of Kate the same way again. If he wasn't positive that Tony didn't think about her in that Catholic schoolgirl outfit, then he'd be upset.
Instead, he went with the flow and just remembered her in whatever way he could. Because remembering was all that mattered.
Re: A Blast from the Past
Re: A Blast from the Past
Every night it was like a parade through his nightmares. Shannon and Kelly, Kate, Jenny, Mike and all the countless he couldn't keep from death. But even worse was the nights when those still living graced his dreams, presenting him countless what-if scenarios of if what could have happened.
No, time wasn't making it better, it was just making it worse.
A week later...
Tony jolted awake when he heard a muffled cry coming from the living room. He rolled out of the guest bed and grabbed his gun from the nightstand.
When he reached the living room, he was greeted by the site of Gibbs thrashing on the couch, bathed in the street light filtering through the window.
"Boss?" he said softly as he knelt on the floor near the man. "Wake up, it's just a dream."
Suddenly blue eyes were looking at him with an glint that Tony had never seen from Gibbs.
"Boss?" he questioned again. "You were dreaming. Just a nightmare."
"Tony?" Gibbs' voice was rough. Then Tony gasped as the older man grabbed him and pulled him on the couch.
"Not letting you die, Tony. You got it."
"Got it, Boss," Tony said reassuringly around his confusion. "Not gonna die. Let's go back to sleep."
And they did just that, the nightmares never gracing Gibbs' dreams again.
Tony scrubbed a hand over his face as he thought of Ducky's report and the condition the other bodies had been found in. Each one had been raped, repeatedly. But even worse was the castration. Just the thought sent a shudder through Tony's body. Ducky said it had been early in the captivity. They'd still been a live before and after Benson had cut them.
"Damn!" Tony shouted, causing the others to jump in their seats. Then the elevator pinged.
They all looked up as Gibbs strode into the bullpen.
"Boss!" and Tony was running for the other man. He didn't register where they were or who was watching.
Tony latched on to Gibbs and pressed their mouths together. Gibbs had no choice but to go with the kiss and Tony worked his tongue into Gibbs mouth, mapping every inch he could. As the kiss continued, Tony's hands slid down to Gibbs' ass, kneading the flesh underneath. He pulled their groins together and a distant part registered that Benson didn't get a chance to do what he normally did.
It seemed like hours before Tony pulled his head back to take a much needed breath. But he kept their bodies together.
He didn't have to ask, Gibbs could see the questions written all over his face. Where? How? Why didn't you let us know you were okay?
"He's got a farmhouse out in the middle of nowhere. He wasn't counting on Rule Nine. Phone's dead," and he held up the broken phone for Tony to see.
They had the same taste in music and Abby had even spied a tattoo or too on Dawn's skin.
Even better, the nuns knew her when Abby took her for a bowling night. They'd asked her a few questions Abby didn't quite follow, but it had been a great night overall.
The only thing Abby didn't get was the things that Dawn kept around the office. There were charms and some books that leaned toward a magical bent. But even more odd was the wooden stakes that Dawn had placed throughout the lab.
The stakes were hand painted in abstract pattern that made them look more like art, but they were still wooden stakes. But Abby just chalked it up to a being a bit eccentric, just like she was. After all, it wasn't like vampires existed.
Gibbs and Tony acting out (or role-playing) one of John Wayne's movies. Bonus points if it's "Sands of Iwo Jima."