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kaylashay81) wrote2008-05-18 08:11 pm
kaylashay81) wrote2008-05-18 08:11 pm
Fic: Five Associations (NCIS)
Title: Five Associations
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kaylashay81
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Warnings: Pre-Slash
Word Count: 5x100
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ncisdrabble100; Challenge #86 - Too Late
Beta:azraelz_angel Many Thanks!!!!
Crossposted:ncisdrabble100; gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_slash; ncisfanfic; tonydinozzo
Written For:writinginct's NFA prompt table: 50 Things Tony Associates With Gibbs; #6 Smell, #11 Coffee, #16 Glasses, #35 Smile, #49 Head Smack
Summary: I just catalogued everything I learned about him and prayed I could tell him before it was too late.
The moment I met him in Baltimore I knew the bastard was it, the one I had been looking for all my life. He smacked me on the back of the head and told me the case was his and to get lost. I smiled and told him I didn’t care who was in charge as long as we caught the guy responsible. We worked side by side from that moment on and I never told him how I really felt. I just catalogued everything I learned about him and prayed I could tell him before it was too late.
Gibbs was an enigma wrapped within a mystery, or so I joked with myself. At times, all I could see was the gruff man that he presented to everyone around him. Then I would catch those rare moments, usually around Abby where his face would light up and you could see this smile teetering at the edge of creation on his face. I made it my goal to get that smile to show up more. I liked it and wanted to see it every day for the rest of my life. But usually I looked too late to catch it.
Smell has always been important to me. I can’t remember my mother that well, but I still remember the horrible perfume from France she used to lather on every day to cover up the smell of her brandy. When I meet someone, I tend to categorize them in my mind with the smell I first notice. With Gibbs, it was the heavy wood scent. I made it my mission once I was hired to find out where it came from. The first time I saw the boat, I knew. It was just unfortunate that work always delayed me from helping.
Coffee. Anyone who had met Gibbs for just a few seconds knew that the man had an unholy addiction. I didn’t understand it myself, but then I compared it to my love of pizza and realized to each their own. I slowly learned that I could judge his moods by how fast he drank. When he was on his fourth cup and it wasn’t even noon, I knew it would be a bad day. Of course, by the time I realized what number he was on, it always too late to take back whatever stupid thing I had just done.
I’ll never admit it to another living soul, not even Abby, but something about Gibbs and his reading glasses hits all the right buttons. One night, we were both at the office wrapping up the paperwork on a difficult case when I glanced over and saw him reading a report with the glasses perched on the end of his nose and the tip of his tongue barely visible. My breathing stopped and I just stared until he finally looked up and caught me. I tried to backtrack, but he knew and it was too late to deny how I felt.
Author:
kaylashay81Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Warnings: Pre-Slash
Word Count: 5x100
Challenge:
ncisdrabble100; Challenge #86 - Too LateBeta:
azraelz_angel Many Thanks!!!!Crossposted:
ncisdrabble100; gibbs_dinozzo; ncis_slash; ncisfanfic; tonydinozzoWritten For:
writinginct's NFA prompt table: 50 Things Tony Associates With Gibbs; #6 Smell, #11 Coffee, #16 Glasses, #35 Smile, #49 Head SmackSummary: I just catalogued everything I learned about him and prayed I could tell him before it was too late.
The moment I met him in Baltimore I knew the bastard was it, the one I had been looking for all my life. He smacked me on the back of the head and told me the case was his and to get lost. I smiled and told him I didn’t care who was in charge as long as we caught the guy responsible. We worked side by side from that moment on and I never told him how I really felt. I just catalogued everything I learned about him and prayed I could tell him before it was too late.
Gibbs was an enigma wrapped within a mystery, or so I joked with myself. At times, all I could see was the gruff man that he presented to everyone around him. Then I would catch those rare moments, usually around Abby where his face would light up and you could see this smile teetering at the edge of creation on his face. I made it my goal to get that smile to show up more. I liked it and wanted to see it every day for the rest of my life. But usually I looked too late to catch it.
Smell has always been important to me. I can’t remember my mother that well, but I still remember the horrible perfume from France she used to lather on every day to cover up the smell of her brandy. When I meet someone, I tend to categorize them in my mind with the smell I first notice. With Gibbs, it was the heavy wood scent. I made it my mission once I was hired to find out where it came from. The first time I saw the boat, I knew. It was just unfortunate that work always delayed me from helping.
Coffee. Anyone who had met Gibbs for just a few seconds knew that the man had an unholy addiction. I didn’t understand it myself, but then I compared it to my love of pizza and realized to each their own. I slowly learned that I could judge his moods by how fast he drank. When he was on his fourth cup and it wasn’t even noon, I knew it would be a bad day. Of course, by the time I realized what number he was on, it always too late to take back whatever stupid thing I had just done.
I’ll never admit it to another living soul, not even Abby, but something about Gibbs and his reading glasses hits all the right buttons. One night, we were both at the office wrapping up the paperwork on a difficult case when I glanced over and saw him reading a report with the glasses perched on the end of his nose and the tip of his tongue barely visible. My breathing stopped and I just stared until he finally looked up and caught me. I tried to backtrack, but he knew and it was too late to deny how I felt.
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That's just perfect- for DiNozzo and Gibbs's coffee intake!
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SQUEEEEE!
^_^
I love love love the glasses bit - ::sigh:: he's SO busted ;)
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See! I started in on those prompts... but I was already one of the Tibbs writers, so this isn't getting us knew writers... oh well...
And yes, Tony is so busted it's not even funny. I think I might do the next set from Gibbs POV as he notices Tony noticing things... that could get interesting....
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We haven't had much Tibbs love on the NFA lately. It's sorta been the McGee or Jen show lately. Not that I mind but they're not my favorites.
The Giva thing has sort of hijacked my brain - but that's good in a way because it's pushing me to get "Here In This Man's Arms" done. I've got WAY too many WIPs.
I like your "Gibbs noticing Tony noticing" idea :)
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I need to grab that icon one of these days....
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:-)
Coffee would be the first thing I associate with Gibbs, I think...
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:-)
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Oh the borderline angst and yearning!! I wish Gibbs would hurry up and make a move. Poor Tony isn't going to be making any moves anytime soon.