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Title: Intoxicating Moments
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kaylashay81
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Gen
Fandoms: NCIS
Word Count: 5 x 100
Spoilers: Episode Tag to 06x16 Bounce
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ncisdrabble100; Challenge #128 Intoxicated
Crossposted:ncisdrabble100; ncisfanfic; gibbsbasement; ncis_fic
Summary: First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
When he was young, he didn't have a word for it. He just knew that something made his parents act differently than other adults he knew. During the day, his mother would focus on directing the house staff on what decorations she wanted changed. As the day progressed, she would start yelling orders in a shrill voice and then grab him by his shirt collar and force him into a sailor suit. His father wouldn't be around during the day, but in the evenings, Tony would pour his drink and then report his day while still in the sailor suit.
After learning what alcohol did to his parents, he avoided the stuff until he was in college. He had too many memories of the smell of it on his father or his mother as they came too close to him. But on the night of his twenty-first birthday, he couldn't say to no to his frat brothers as they proceeded to pour beer after beer into him. The next morning was hell and he found himself unconsciously making the remedy his father had shown him at the tender age of eight. His frat buddies laughed, but the "DiNozzo Defibrillator" worked.
The first homicide case he worked left him with a bad taste in his mouth. Five-year-old twin girls had been found in a city park. Their bodies had been brutally raped and then cut open. The only place left untouched had been their identical faces framed in pale blonde hair. Two days later, they learned the father was responsible and Tony couldn't remember how long he spent over the toilet in the station until his partner tugged him to his feet. He tried to shrug the man off, but Tony soon found himself at a bar drowning the memory away.
There had been a smile when a gruff NCIS agent tried to take over his case. There had been an even larger smile when the same agent had to come to him to ask for assistance when the case stalled. Tony soon found himself undercover trying to suss out Navy personnel that were working with a local Baltimore drug ring. His own department was short staffed and Special Agent Gibbs was his only backup. He wasn't sure how he was drugged, but he just knew it was the funniest thing ever when Gibbs offered him a job at the hospital.
Boat. Bourbon. Basement. In all honesty, he had understood years ago why Gibbs had those things in his life. They just never talked about it. Gibbs had those things for distraction and Tony settled for smooth curves, sweat and a bed. They were different measures but achieved the same result. But sometimes, Tony found himself needing more than a pretty face he could lose himself in. So that night, Tony found himself walking into Gibbs' house, grabbing an empty glass from the kitchen and heading down the stairs. Gibbs just passed the bottle and sandpaper to him without a word.
Author:
kaylashay81Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I'm not Bellesario or CBS, so I don't claim to own them.
Genre: Gen
Fandoms: NCIS
Word Count: 5 x 100
Spoilers: Episode Tag to 06x16 Bounce
Challenge:
ncisdrabble100; Challenge #128 IntoxicatedCrossposted:
ncisdrabble100; ncisfanfic; gibbsbasement; ncis_ficSummary: First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you. - F. Scott Fitzgerald
When he was young, he didn't have a word for it. He just knew that something made his parents act differently than other adults he knew. During the day, his mother would focus on directing the house staff on what decorations she wanted changed. As the day progressed, she would start yelling orders in a shrill voice and then grab him by his shirt collar and force him into a sailor suit. His father wouldn't be around during the day, but in the evenings, Tony would pour his drink and then report his day while still in the sailor suit.
After learning what alcohol did to his parents, he avoided the stuff until he was in college. He had too many memories of the smell of it on his father or his mother as they came too close to him. But on the night of his twenty-first birthday, he couldn't say to no to his frat brothers as they proceeded to pour beer after beer into him. The next morning was hell and he found himself unconsciously making the remedy his father had shown him at the tender age of eight. His frat buddies laughed, but the "DiNozzo Defibrillator" worked.
The first homicide case he worked left him with a bad taste in his mouth. Five-year-old twin girls had been found in a city park. Their bodies had been brutally raped and then cut open. The only place left untouched had been their identical faces framed in pale blonde hair. Two days later, they learned the father was responsible and Tony couldn't remember how long he spent over the toilet in the station until his partner tugged him to his feet. He tried to shrug the man off, but Tony soon found himself at a bar drowning the memory away.
There had been a smile when a gruff NCIS agent tried to take over his case. There had been an even larger smile when the same agent had to come to him to ask for assistance when the case stalled. Tony soon found himself undercover trying to suss out Navy personnel that were working with a local Baltimore drug ring. His own department was short staffed and Special Agent Gibbs was his only backup. He wasn't sure how he was drugged, but he just knew it was the funniest thing ever when Gibbs offered him a job at the hospital.
Boat. Bourbon. Basement. In all honesty, he had understood years ago why Gibbs had those things in his life. They just never talked about it. Gibbs had those things for distraction and Tony settled for smooth curves, sweat and a bed. They were different measures but achieved the same result. But sometimes, Tony found himself needing more than a pretty face he could lose himself in. So that night, Tony found himself walking into Gibbs' house, grabbing an empty glass from the kitchen and heading down the stairs. Gibbs just passed the bottle and sandpaper to him without a word.