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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.
Answered Prompts
The Paddle (NCIS) for
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dawning_starThe Kiss (NCIS) for
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hawk_soaringIt Takes a Thief (NCIS) for
taylorgibbsSex Change (NCIS) for
cinderella81What Not to Tweet (NCIS) for
sinfulslasherNo Pups Allowed (NCIS) for
sinfulslasherA Fish Called... (NCIS) for
sinfulslasher(un)Safe House (NCIS) for
taylorgibbsIt Is Catnip! (NCIS) for
sunsaralynDeep Six: The Musical (NCIS) for
sasha1600When the Call Came (NCIS) for
taylorgibbsAdditional Training (NCIS) for
sasha1600Third Time's the Charm (NCIS) for
taylorgibbsSearching (NCIS) for
kateri_eA Helping Hand (NCIS) for
sasha1600The Eulogy (NCIS) for
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sasha1600Change of Scenery (NCIS) for
taylorgibbsThe Leap (NCIS) for
taylorgibbsAll or Nothing (NCIS) for
sinfulslasherHis Guardians, His Family (NCIS) for
taylorgibbsBonus Answer
Never Mentioned Again... Ever. (NCIS) for
hinky_hippo in dietpunkfics memeThe Superglue incident which shall not be discussed
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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.
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.
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."
Gibbs accidentally stimulated by Tony at a crime scene.
Third Time's the Charm
The second time made it a coincidence. It had been another long case and he was starting to draw conclusions from that. This time, it had been Gibbs in the lead and him bringing up the rear. Only instead of full body contact while standing up, he'd stumbled into Gibbs' stopped body so hard it sent them crashing to the ground. Then in the chaos of untangling limbs, Gibbs had brushed his knee lightly across his jean-clad cock. Said cock had taken immediate interest and he did his best to will it away before Gibbs realized what his action caused.
Third time's the charm is what they say. And it also meant that it was no longer a coincidence. They'd both been knocked out when the perp tied them up, but now he was incredibly aware of his hard cock rubbing against Gibbs' equally hard cock as they struggled against the ropes holding them tightly together. They'd only been left with their boxers for coverage and he knew it wouldn't be long before things were forever changed between them. He risked looking into Gibbs' eyes that were all to close. Seeing his feelings returned put a smile on his face.
It was the perfect crime. He would get hired on a night security guard at which ever museum held his goal. He'd spend a year working is way in and studying every little nuance that would aid in pulling off the crime. Holidays were always the best time to strike because that's when the already sparse night crews were down to the bare minimum. In recent years, budget cuts all over had helped even more.
He'd make his move when no one was watching, because he was the one supposed to be watching. Then he'd go on with job like nothing happened. He'd hang on for six months to a year before moving on to his next assignment, nobody the wiser.
And now it was time to make his latest move. It was New Year's Even and only one other guard was on duty, Tony. The guy was new, only been on the job a few weeks. And every night, he seemed to fall asleep. This would make it all the easier to get the painting out.
He already had the painting down and was in the process of hanging up the well detailed copy when he heard the words, "Freeze."
Turning his head around, he saw Tony wide awake and holding a gun pointed at him. "Baltimore PD. And they said you couldn't be caught," he finished with a smile.
Gibbs just smirked back. The kid had gumption. Maybe he could poach him for a better life.
When the Call Came
As soon as he heard the first words, he was outside and in his car. He only hesitated for a moment when he thought of what the speaker on the other end was saying, what had happened. But he pushed those thoughts from his mind and sped in the direction the call had come from.
"Be alright. You gotta be alright," he mumbled out loud once the phone was disconnected.
Some strange form of autopilot had taken residence in his mind and body and he was pulling into the hospital's parking lot. He rushed through the doors, wanting to shout at anyone to take him to where he needed to be, to make everything alright.
Several nurses pointed him the right directions through the twisting, white hallways and he slowed up as he reached the critical care unit.
He tried to focus on the words the duty nurse was telling him, but his mind was reeling. Things like fractured vertebrae and punctured lung did not sound right in his head. Nothing sounded right.
He was told he had five minutes and he wanted to make those five minutes count. However, the first four and half were spent just staring at all the tubes and wires connected to the other man's body. The man that was barely recognizable under all the bruising and swelling.
Then everything snapped back to reality and he surged forward to gently take the only free hand within his own. He also reached up to lightly stroke the single tear that leaked from closed eyes.
"You know you can't die, right? You told me I couldn't once and now I'm telling -no- ordering you. You. Can't. Die. And no matter what these doctors say is gonna happen, I'm here. Got it, Boss?"
Edited 2011-12-30 04:22 am (UTC)
The Eulogy (Word Count: 900) Part 1
The downward spire had started only one month prior when he wasn't able to come in to work. It was rare for any of us to get sick, so it had everyone on edge all day, particularly Ducky. We were in the middle of the case involving stolen, top secret computers and two dead Marine wives when Ducky got the call.
I could never remember Ducky looking so much his age before. Sure, we all knew that Ducky was old, but he never truly looked it, except maybe when Kate died. It was Gibbs who put a comforting hand on the older man's shoulder and guided him to a chair.
As Ducky spoke, it was very un-Ducky like. He didn't go off on a tangent. He just told the facts. And the facts were not welcomed news to any of us.
I could vaguely recall the mention of diabetes once during a case, the one with the blind guy. But it had never been an issue before or since. So that meant that it should have been under control. Apparently, control doesn't matter sometimes and shit just happens. Or in this case, nephropathy.
Ducky did elaborate on that word after our confused and concerned looks. It was kidney disease, and not just any kidney disease, it was end-stage renal disease. And short of a transplant, there wasn't much that could be done. Dialysis had been started, but it was just a stopgap.
Without debate or complaint, we all got tested to see if we matched. Hell, my dad even got tested on the off chance, but nothing. So in the end, he was put on a list and listed a good candidate for transplant. But being a good candidate meant jack shit when you didn't match anyone.
Changes came soon after, because he could no longer accompany us to the field. Instead, Breena was fast tracked through the hiring and approval process to be an assistant, much to her father's dismay. While she had always worked in the mortuary, her degrees and desire made her just as good of an assistant as her fiancé. It also allowed her more time to spend with him, because each day just seemed to be worse than the previous.
It was raining the day Breena called Ducky to break the news that left them all shell-shocked. There would be no transplant, no coming back and beating the odds. He was simply gone. However, unlike all the others before him, there was no case to deal with. There was nothing to become engrossed to forget the pain of losing him.
Gibbs was silent as he stood beside a seated Ducky who was in tears. I could see his fist that was not squeezing Ducky's shoulder clenched at his side. Something was going to be hit with that fist; I just hoped for the sake of his hand that it was a punching bag in the gym and not some wall.
Ziva was awkwardly trying to console an inconsolable Abby. Tim was just staring blankly at his computer screen. And Vance entered the space very briefly with a hand to Ducky's shoulder and some murmured words to Gibbs about them being placed on stand down.
Then time sped up again and there was a wake and now the funeral. I was standing up looking at a crowd of both familiar and strange faces. While I knew everyone from NCIS that was present, I didn't know his family and friends from outside the agency. However, Breena had asked me to speak and so I would, even if it broke a small piece of me to do so.
WORD COUNT: 2,241
Enjoy! You got the longest response and the shortest response for January! :)
Edited 2011-12-30 04:23 am (UTC)
Change of Scenery (Word Count 230)
Tony collapsed down into the chair that was thankfully behind him. He couldn't believe it, any of it. He just wanted to rewind the day and start over.
"You heard me, Junior. I don't see what the problem is. It obviously worked for your Boss. The man lost his first wife and has been through the same number of divorces as I have. If a change of scenery, so to speak, worked for him, then why not me?"
"Why not?" Tony asked in a high-pitched voice. "You're my dad! You're not supposed to go- go-" Tony trailed off with a loss of words.
"Go what, Junior? Having a sexual identity crisis? I hear that you're never too young. And who's to say I didn't dabble back in my youth, before I met your mother of course. I was just more discrete than you were."
"Dad!" Tony whined as he dropped his head down and tried to cover his ears. "I don't want to hear about your dabbling or anything else pertaining to sex and you. Just- No."
"But you needed to know, Junior. Despite what you think, I am trying to make this work between and you and Jethro were honest about your relationship, so it's only fitting that I'm honest about mine."
"But why him?" Tony all but pouted. "Why McGee?"
"Why not?" Senior answered with a smile.
The Leap (Word Count 177)
"Hey," he said softly, give the other man a light tap to his cheek. "Welcome back. Was beginning to think you were just going to keeping sleeping."
"Uh," Tony managed, looking slightly lost. "What happened?"
"We missed the fact that Rogers had an accomplice who managed to get the drop on you. Both Ducky and Pitt said you'd come around. Just had to give it time. Glad you're back."
And then Gibbs leaned down and captured Tony's lips in a kiss. At first, he didn't respond but then he relaxed into and Gibbs felt more grounded than he had for the last twenty-four hours.
"Gonna go let Pitt know you're up and get a fresh cup of coffee. Behave," then Gibbs was out the door.
"Al?" Tony said softly in hopes the hologram of his friend would appear. He couldn't remember leaping into a gay man before, but something about that kiss had just seemed right.
Searching (Word Count 736)
He abruptly stopped that line of thinking. He couldn't think about them at all. It hurt too damn much. Instead, he just kept the pedal pushed down and the heavy music of the radio cranked high. He didn't care where he was going. He didn't care about much at all.
He woke sluggishly, the effects of the alcohol showing itself in the pounding of his head. He tried to roll over, but was stopped by a heavy weight draped over him. He froze as he became suddenly alert, taking in his surroundings.
This wasn't his hotel room. It looked like a run down apartment. And the body draped over him was decidedly not female judging by the muscles and the cock pressed against his thigh.
He carefully maneuvered himself from the bed so as not to wake the sleeping man. Once he was standing somewhat steadily, he grabbed his clothes, pulling them on. As he did so, he took the opportunity to study the sleeping man.
There was a mess of unruly hair on his head and he seemed young, like fresh from college young. Gibbd didn't remember what it was like to be that young. The man was well toned and spoke of being athletic. He even allowed his eyes to linger on the cock that was nestled in a thatch of pubic hair.
He'd never allowed himself to explore that longing before, things like that weren't even thought of in Stillwater. And then there'd been Shannon.
Now he was wondering at the feelings welling up within him. But instead of sorting them out, he pushed them away. Shannon was gone and he didn't want to feel anything like that again.
He picked up his shoes and exited the bedroom. Telling himself he was only doing it to get an idea of where he was, he picked up the man's wallet sitting by the door and checked out the license.
"Anthony DiNozzo. Peoria, Illinois," he mumbled. "Hope you had fun, cause I sure as hell don't remember."
And then he was gone.
It was a few years later that he realized his first wife post-Shannon wasn't going to work out. A case had taken him and Franks to Philadelphia and he'd caught a glimpse of that one-night stand from Peoria walking through the precinct.
And it hit him. That wave that he'd felt one other time at a train station in Stillwater washed over him again. He still didn't have a memory of that night, but just seeing the man triggered something inside of him.
Then Franks was shouting at him to get a move on and he was gone.
Wife number two was a forgone conclusion when he cried out, "Tony!" in the middle of a particular rough bout of sex in their Russian apartment. She accused of cheating on her with a man and it had spiraled downhill from there.
Then came Stephanie. There were already lawyers involved before he went to Baltimore, but he had hopes that they could work it out. They still were somewhat amicable.
But then he was tackled to the street by a flying cop wearing tube socks and any thought of reconciliation with Stephanie was knocked from his head. He had Anthony DiNozzo pinning him down and he wanted to find some way, any way, to get the man back in bed and this time without alcohol clouding his memories.
Gibbs tossed the rag vaguely towards the bathroom door. He didn't care where it landed at this point. All he cared about was getting some rest so they could have a repeat performance sometime in the near future.
"Glad I finally found you," Tony hummed happily next to him. "Was always mad at myself I let you slip away without even getting your name. Although, now I know why you didn't give it the last time, Leroy Jethro," Tony drawled out. "Think I'll still stick with Gibbs, even in bed."
Gibbs didn't respond, he just wrapped an arm around the other man and pulled him close, feeling some of that long buried pain start to recede.
The one where Tony wants a puppy, no matter how adamantly Gibbs says no.
"Why?" Tony asked petulantly. "You just say no, but never why."
"Because," Gibbs said, clearly not wanting to elaborate.
"Because why?"
Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose. "They're high maintenance. You gotta feed them, play with them, take them outside, be there for them, train them to behave... It's like being your boss and that's already a full time job. So no."
Tony pouted. "So you're comparing me to a puppy, Gibbs?"
"Yup," Gibbs said with a hint of a smile. "So no more puppies. One is enough to handle."
"If we can't have one, then can we have play time instead," Tony asked with a waggle of his eyebrows. "I've been well behaved lately."
TBC
All of Nothing (Word Count 264)
How the night had evolved from steak and beer to Abby showing up after a date gone wrong to poker had been lost in the charged mood of the game that was nearing it's end.
It had been Abby that found a full deck of cards tucked away in one of his kitchen drawers. However, it had been Tony that had suggested clothing in lieu of the poker chips they were missing.
"Come on," he had reasoned, 'just down to our respective underwear. Plus I want to know what other tattoos Abby's hiding from us."
"What makes you think you'll get to see 'em, Tony? I can out bluff the best bluffer."
And with that, the game had started and as the clothes had been stripped away, the sexual arousal filtering the room had increased ten fold.
Gibbs was down to his boxers, simple and white with a noticeable tent that no one was mentioning. Abby still had her bra and some type of a thong that had a picture of a little black kitten on the front. All Tony had left was his pants with apparently nothing underneath.
They stared at each other heavily over the table, giving small glances towards their current hands.
Tony reached down and popped the top button on his pants and tilted his chair back so the other two could see the trail of hair leading beneath the waist of his jeans.
"So, we either stop now or go all or nothing. I'm in."
Gibbs and Abby just nodded and they revealed their hands and so much more.
And it's a goldfish. Not multiple fishies. Just one.
(I think his name is Bob).
Edited 2011-12-31 07:45 am (UTC)
...and I want to see that on the show sometime! *dies laughing*
(Tony: "Are we there yet?"
Ziva: "McGee is taking up too much space!"
McGee: "Ziva just farted."
Tony: Are we there yet?")
Additional Training
Tony had known that transferring his slave contract from a police force to the federal government, but he hadn't expected this. His past transfers had led to initial housing in the slave quarters at his designated precinct. After a year, he had an option to secure his own living space in approved slave apartments, but he had always remained at the precinct housing. It was safer.
Now, it appeared the federal government operated different. Or maybe it was just Special Agent Gibbs. The man had pull. Tony knew this. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in possession of a federal badge. So it shouldn't have surprised him.
He tugged lightly at the bindings that held him face first against the wooden frame that was a boat in process; a boat in the basement. He couldn't speak due to the cock gag that was situated in his mouth. He had a feeling it was modeled from the real thing. The real one he would be feeling somewhere in his body all too soon.
"Never had a slave agent under my command," Gibbs voice echoed behind him. He gave a slight twitch, but not the full jump he wanted with the bindings tightly in place.
"Judging by your surprise, you didn’t read the fine print in your contract transfer. The federal government doesn't like the responsibility of holding slave contracts. They usually just broker the deal and then transfer ownership to whoever will be in charge of the slave in question. So you're mine now. All mine."
Tony's body shuddered as he felt Gibbs' calloused hands trail up and down his naked, bound body. Then one of those strong hands slipped in front and started stroking his cock, which eagerly responded.
"Better pace yourself, DiNozzo," Gibbs all but growled into his ear. "You have a lot of training to go before you I'll let you release that."
And with a squeeze to his cock, Tony knew that his training had just begun.