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Soo...I saw this on hawk_soaring and then sinfulslasher sugested I give it a try so...


Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. Or, knowing me, a few paragraphs, a page, or a promise of a much longer fic Lol!

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[tejas.livejournal.com]

Future fic.

Gibbs/Tony, they've left NCIS and are in alternate careers (not high risk). Abby and her family (not anyone we know) stop by. She's either dropping her kids off to stay with Uncle Jethro and Uncle Tony or she's picking them up after a visit. Jackson and/or Senior optional, but a huge plus. LOL

Soccer Mom

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“How ya doing there, Abby?” Jackson said, wiping his hands on a towel. He looked at the woman, giving her a fond smile. Though his boys didn’t see Abby as much these days as they had when they were at NCIS, Jack knew they all cherished their time together.

“Hi, Jack,” she said, giving him a gentle squeeze. She squealed when another older man hugged her tight around the waist, and Jack chuckled.

“Senior! I didn’t know you were visiting!” She looked at his apron and frowned, finger rubbing over a dark streak. “You two didn’t feed the twins chocolate, did you?”

Jack had to laugh as Senior tried his damndest to look innocent—and failed.

“Where are the guys?” she asked, looking around. Jack figured she was listening for the sound of stamping feet too.

“Back yard. The boys took the day off, closed the shop. Leroy’s got a lot of furniture orders in and Tony figured he needed a break. They’ve been playing football.”

“Football?” Jack watched Abby’s face turn even more exuberant. “Grace wants to join the intramural team next year. And Colin is goalie on the soccer team. This will be great for her.”

“You’re one hell of a soccer mom,” Senior said approvingly, and Jack watched as his eyes tracked over the tattoos, the shiny black hair. Abby was over forty now, and a mom to two kids as smart, witty, and individual as she was, but she hadn’t changed her looks a bit.

Senior threw an arm around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head, and Jack couldn’t resist dipping in and giving her a squeeze as well.

“And you’re a charmer, both of you,” she said, shaking a finger playfully. “Now how many brownies did you feed my kids?” she asked, tapping her high-heeled boot against the floor.

“Got ya there, Senior,” Jack chortled.

[hawk-soaring.livejournal.com]

You're playing?? \o/

Fic... hmm. Jackson is ill and Tony insists he accompany Jethro to Stillwater to care for him.

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Pneumonia.

Gibbs had been quietly worrying about that since childhood. Too many grandfathers of kids in his town had died of lung illnesses, and even though his father had given up the mines for the store earlier than most, he was always worried about his father’s lung capacity.

And this bout of pneumonia sounded bad. His father had been admitted to the hospital for a few days, and they were only letting him go home if he had someone to look after him. Gibbs had agreed to take a week of time off work, but he never expected that Tony would want to come along.

“They might find out,” Gibbs said for what had to be the tenth time.

“No they won’t,” Tony insisted. Gibbs knew DiNozzo didn’t really care what the team thought. Vance knew about them and that was all that mattered, he’d said. Repeatedly.

“You’re like a prickly pear,” Tony insisted. “I’ve got the beside manner. You’re more Doctor Frankenstein. Did you see the original movie, directed by—OW! Sorry, Boss.”

Gibbs shook his head, sighing.

“Anyway, Vance approved my leave, and all I need is for you to okay it too and I can help you out with your dad. The store needs to be looked over, and I don’t know how to place orders, and I can sit with him and play cards while you work and—”

Gibbs hated to admit it, but Tony was right.

“Fine,” he said, sighing. “Pack a bag.”

Tony shot him a grin that made Gibbs melt. “Already in the trunk!”

[onlyonechoice.livejournal.com]

Since I just finished reading Sequitur's Victorian fic and longing for more period stuff:

Wild West fic - after his two trusted deputies are killed by The Frenchman and his gang, Sheriff Gibbs has to deputize the only person he knows can fight them: Deadeye DiNozzo, famed gunfighter, currently languishing in the town jail for petty crime.

[silvertales.livejournal.com]

Oooooh.... GOOD one, I LIKE this!

[kesterpan.livejournal.com]

Fun!

Gibbs is the target of an assassination attempt, and Vance assigns Tony to protection duty. Perhaps Gibbs was injured in the attack, although not bad enough to be hospitalized. Pre-slash/first time, or whatever the heck you want to do with it.

Safehouse

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Tony looked into the living room of the safehouse and wondered if he was being too harsh. It wasn’t nice to have moved Gibbs’ crutches out of reach, but he figured he had to use what options he had open to him. At least he hadn’t dragged Gibbs limping and screaming into the panic room.

This assassin was deadly and she had a body count into the hundreds. The three shots she’d taken at Gibbs yesterday should have killed his boss and lover, but Gibbs’ knee had given out at just the right moment, and he’d lurched to the side before hitting the ground.

She’d try again and they all knew it, so Vance had thrown them into a safehouse in upstate New York. Agents patrolled the perimeter, and Gibbs was stuck inside the living room, bulletproof one-way glass shielding him from outside view.

His knee had been pretty banged up and he was stuck on crutches for the next week at minimum. They’d assess what to do when the swelling came down. But for now, Gibbs was strictly weight off the leg. Which meant that for now Tony had a leg up—pun intended. He could be positively evil and make Gibbs watch some of his favorite movies, or he could just leave the man alone.

Seeing that Tony was on protection duty, movie were a bad idea.

“Here, read,” he said, shoving a pile of magazines and a few paperbacks onto the couch beside Gibbs. Soldier of Fortune, Gun Collector, all that macho crap. Tony had picked them up from Gibbs’ house along with the books and a few changes of clothes. Gibbs had been sequestered at the Navy Yard until they’d left for the safehouse, growling all the while.

“Don’t want to read,” Gibbs muttered.

“So what do you want to do?” Tony snapped. He realized his mistake when Gibbs gave him a sharklike smile. He was in for it.

“You really wanna find out?”

[djmicheals-fics.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...the possibilities are endless. :p

Tony talks about family with either Alex or Nick, in particular his thoughts and feelings on kids. I'd prefer Alex, he's cute.

[dietpunkfics.livejournal.com]

Seconded! Or anything with Alex, really. :D

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Good old fashioned pre-arranged marriage!! :D AU, obviously ... at Tony's birth he's betrothed to Gibbs and when Tony turns ... 25 it's time to get hitched! :D

[dietpunkfics.livejournal.com]

Seconded also!

[silvertales.livejournal.com]

*hmmm*
This is an interesting thingie...I like the idea. :)

AU. Gibbs is immortal (maybe Vampire, but something that can be passed along) and has lived millenia already. He is in love with the same soul, born and dying over and over before Gibbs can save him. It's wearing on him and he has nearly given up. One ordinary day, he sees that long-lost soul in the eyes of one Anthony DiNozzo.

Any setting/timeline you like. :)

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Ooooh! WONDERFUL!

[dietpunkfics.livejournal.com]

Eeep! Ok, so mine's a lot less creative.

Tony is trying to talk Gibbs into getting a dog to share.

Doggy Dilemma

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“Come on, Jethro. They’re cute,” Tony said, gesturing to the dogs in the room of the Humane Society.

“So?” Gibbs replied, arching a brow.

“We can share him. Kind of like a kid.”

Gibbs could feel his expression turning more annoyed. He understood what Tony was saying and where he was coming from, but DiNozzo hadn’t thought it through.

“We gonna leave him outside in the snow?” Gibbs asked. “What about when we’re at the Navy Yard for days on end? Who’ll let him out? Who’ll pet him?”

Tony frowned, deep in thought, his gaze on the animals before him. When he turned to Gibbs, he had a gentle, hopeful smile on his face. “Animals are good for the elderly. Does your dad like dogs? We can give him custody and visit often.”

Gibbs threw his head back and laughed. Tony had a way of working through a problem.

"Which one?" he asked, knowing he was beaten.

[iamwintermute]

TG, you know that you're just getting yourself in trouble with this meme right? ;)

Hm... Me wants to see... Gibbs/Tony with kids. somehow. Adult children, could be future fic. I dont' care how they have kids, just that they do :P

Family

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Sort of sequel to Fathers and Sons, which can be found here: http://taylorgibbs.livejournal.com/97264.html

Gibbs watched AJ and Tony playing catch as Jackson and Marissa ran after them. AJ was trying out for the junior varsity football team, and Tony’d been helping him for a few weeks. AJ had a great arm and he’d clearly inherited his father’s athletic ability.

So had Jackson and Marissa. The four year old twins loved their big brother to distraction. Gibbs knew how lucky they were to have the three kids, especially given all they’d been through and all the loss and pain.

The twins’ mother was a good friend and as much a part of the family as Paula was, though Holly Snow had turned over custody and parental rights to Gibbs and Tony. They made it work, as unconventional as it was.

“Heads up, Jethro!” Tony yelled, tossing the pigskin in Gibbs’ direction. Jackson tripped and he and Marissa fell into a giggling pile. AJ looked down at them, rolling his eyes, and threw an arm around Tony’s shoulder. After his latest growth spurt, he was closer to six feet than five. Where the hell had the time gone?

Gibbs snatched the ball out of the air and tossed it lightly. Things wouldn’t be this warm and happy always, but he was pretty damn content with where things stood now.

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Jack somehow manages to team up with Senior to get the boys to take a vacation. something goes awry (either something small, or something big)

Vacation from Hell

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“I’m in hell,” Gibbs muttered, looking out at the deserted highway. As if it wasn’t bad enough that his father and Senior had come on his and Tony’s trip—hell, they’d organized it. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he was stuck in a motor home with the bickering seniors and Tony, who was beside himself with excitement.

As if all that wasn’t bad enough, they’d broken down. On a deserted highway. In an area with no cell service, and more than twenty miles outside the nearest town. And no cars had passed in the last two hours. Gibbs and Tony had studied the engine and determined the situation was pretty dire. There was no way Gibbs could work up an easy solution. They were stuck here until someone else passed. Gibbs had badly sprained an ankle chasing a suspect and Tony’d busted a few ribs a couple days ago on the same case. There was no way Gibbs would let their fathers walk a long distance, so they were stuck for now.

And as Senior and Tony burst into another rendition of “Hit the Road, Jack,” Gibbs tried not to get frustrated. This was supposed to be a vacation, after all. Even if it was the vacation from hell.

[sinfulslasher]

HA!!! *evil cackle*

A teensy sneak peek of my slave!Tony AU? *puppy eyes*

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“Slave abuse, I hate this cases,” Gibbs muttered, looking at the file.

“What have we got, Boss?” McGee asked, glancing at the file Gibbs held. His eyes snagged and held on the commander and Gibbs fought the urge to snap the file closed.

“Commander Anthony DiNozzo. DADT discharge. He was indentured to an admiral two years ago to serve out his term. He’s up for freedom and a honorable discharge if he fulfills the contract. Ends in June, next year. Neighbor has reported hearing him scream several times, and he’s been heavily bruised. His case manager reported a change in demeanor, and the admiral refused to leave them alone.”

It was like a million other cases they’d dealt with. And was the reason they were the best. “Paula, start surveillance. Cassie, get me all the background you can about Admiral Seaton. McGee, financials. We’re going to get this slave out ASAP.”

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First time fic - Tony wondering if Gibbs has a Marine-ish tattoo somewhere, because he's never worked up the nerve to take a good look in the showers at work.

Marine ink

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Tony couldn’t help it. The idea of Gibbs having a tattoo—what it could be, where it could be—was obsessing him. He tried to peek when Gibbs stripped off his shirt, but you didn’t look too hard. That would get your ass kicked in any locker room.

But he couldn’t get it off his mind. It had been there niggling at his consciousness for years. Almost a decade. So after Gibbs pinned him to the mat a dozen time in close-combat training—and Tony’d gotten hard every single time, damn it—he’d let Gibbs go into the showers first. Ziva and McGee were still sparring and the Navy Yard gym was otherwise empty. This was his moment. This was his time.

Tony’s body vibrated, and his cock came to full hardness—again. He waited Gibbs out until he was sure the other man was in the shower, and then he slunk into the locker room. The water went on in the shower area and he started drifting closer, calling the Gibbsian silent mojo to help him.

He had to see if Bossman had some ink. Just as Tony rounded the corner, something flew at him—something hard and solid and—hard!

“Boss?” Tony squeaked out, body shaking. It was completely involuntary, but his hips punched out, rubbing against the other man’s hard—oh, god, so hard—dick.

“Lookin’ for something?”

“Ink,” Tony managed, mind completely blown.

“Ink?” Gibbs asked, his lips twisting into a smile. He was pinning Tony fully against the hard tile of the locker room now, his own hips pressing outward, the thick ridge of his dick pressing against Tony’s thigh.

“Marine ink.” There was no way Tony could get out more than a word here or a word there.

“Gonna have to do a thorough investigation to see,” Gibbs replied, pulling away and sauntering toward the showers.

“Oorah, Marine!”

[kaylashay81]

Once upon a time, there was a magician named Tony...

True Magic

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Set in ’91, played with Tony’s most-likely-canon birth year to make this work.

Tony peeked out from behind the curtain, staring at the audience. When he’d told his agent he’d take any sorts of gigs, he hadn’t expected to be a part of a group sent to Kuwait to entertain guys who’d been injured fighting in Iraq. Tony wasn’t old enough to remember the last war they’d been in—Vietnam.

But he was a go with the flow kinda guy, and since quitting school a couple years ago after wrecking his knee, his amateur magician career had taken off,. It wasn’t what Tony had ever expected, but in a strange way, it was working out for him. He had more money than he knew what to do with, and he was good—damn good. The sky was the limit.

He let his eyes track over the crowd, and he couldn’t help but stare at one guy who was scowling, his leg propped up. There was something about him that kept drawing Tony’ eye. He wanted to see what the guy would look like when smiling. And he vowed to make that happen.

As he was announced, Tony swept onstage in a dramatic manner that made him feel a little silly. He immediately focused in on the man in the front row as he began his introduction and did two simple tricks.

The man’s eyes narrowed and his hands gripped the arms of his wheelchair. Tony was losing him! He mentally rearranged his lineup and jumped down off the small stage. “And for my next trick, I need an assistant. You’ll be perfect,” he said, gripping the other man’s hand. As the injured Marine started to pull away, he met Tony’s eyes.

True magic sparked between them, and Tony swore he saw his destiny looking back at him.

[sinfulslasher]

Gibbs/Tony, working on their wedding vows.

A vow

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It seemed so much more effortless for Tony. Gibbs watched the pen scratching on paper, and tried not to let the frustration get to him. He wasn’t a words guy, and this was one of the hardest and most heartfelt things he could do.

But putting into words what Tony meant to him was hard. Damn hard. He wasn’t a word guy anyway. Laying a hand on the back of Tony’s neck and squeezing, or a meaningful look, that was more his speed and style.

Writing wedding vows was something deeply important to Tony, and Gibbs wasn’t gonna rain on his parade, but it wasn’t easy for him. Not at all.

“Just say what you mean,” Tony said, his voice gentle. “I don’t need a lot of words. I never have. They’re from you, Jethro. They’ll mean a lot.”

And as Tony said that, the floodgates opened and Gibbs began writing words from the heart. It wasn’t gonna be poetic, but it would mean something. And maybe that was all Tony needed.

[sinfulslasher]

Abby's planning the Gibbs/Tony wedding, with or without the guys' knowledge and/or approval. *g*

Wedding Planner

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“No swans or doves. It just won’t do, Abby. And you won’t be able to get a permit to have the other animals in Gibbs’ residential neighborhood. Tim’s dog will be quite enough. There is absolutely no need to have an actual bear cub as a ring bearer when Jethro would work just fine.”

“Oh, come on, Ducky. You only get married once. Well, okay ore than once for Gibbs, but we all know this is the only other marriage that matters and…Ducky, did you call Maddie? Will she be here? Diane and Stephanie are still coming, right?”

“She’ll be here, Abby. Her plane gets in on Friday. Relax.”

Ducky poured her another tea, dribbling something into it. She eyed him suspiciously, bringing the steaming cup to her lips.

“Just a little nip of something to relax you. It is already after two and we need to be at work quite early.” Abby followed Ducky’s gaze as he glanced over at McGee, who was sound asleep in the coffin. Ziva and Ray had gone home a couple hours earlier, and the planning committee was down to her and Ducky.

“I just want it to be perfect,” she said, staring down at the pad of paper in front of her. Hot air balloons, matching tattoos, a military flyover, and a guy with a jetpack had been vetoed—though McGee had fought long and hard about the jetpack. Her spectacular Gibbs and Tony wedding celebration was turning out to be very ordinary.

“I know,” Ducky assured, his voice soothing her as much as the little nip in her tea was. “It will be perfect, Abby. Tony and Gibbs are marrying in the presence of family and friends. The rest is merely dressing for the event. Now, finish your tea and get some rest,” he said, shooing her in the direction of the master bedroom.

“What about you?” He wasn’t as young as she was, and he had to be at work just as early.

“Spare bedroom,” Ducky replied, and Abby nodded. “I’ll just collect my overnight bag.”

He stood, his joints protesting, and she felt a stab of guilt that she couldn’t quite bat away. “Thanks for helping, Ducky.”

“Nothing I’d rather do. You’ve planned a beautiful ceremony, and Jethro and Tony will be very pleased they left this in my…err…your capable hands. Get some rest and don’t worry so much, Abby.”

As he dropped a kiss on her head, she nodded, glancing down at her pad one last time. She circled jet pack. One little extravagance wouldn’t hurt, would it?

[sinfulslasher]

Ohhh, and since prompts should be shared...

When the power/heating fails in the dead of winter, Tony learns the um..."hard" way that Gibbs sleeps nude. First time.

Body Heat

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It was the coldest winter in DC history—global warming be damned. And the entire city was suffering. Yet for some strange reason, crime was down. Maybe it was just too damn cold for people to be out causing issues. They’d had their share of domestic disturbances, but things were quiet enough that Vance had rotated them off call for three days and gave the Pentagon the high priority MCRT cases for a change.

Unfortunately, Tony’s boiler had blown, and the landlord, just as stressed by the economy as everyone else, hadn’t been able to offer any other accommodations. At least Gibbs had offered to let Tony bunk with him for a few days. Tony was on the couch, while Gibbs slept upstairs in the “not a guest room.” Tony tried not to comment on why the master bedroom wasn’t used. That always got him a headslap that made his ears ring.

He’d crashed at about midnight, after watching a couple of movies on his laptop, headphones clamped to his ears. Gibbs had taken to reading in the living room—with high temps only in the single digits, the basement was just too cold, even for Gibbs.

But now something had awoken him, and Tony wasn’t quite sure what it was. Then he realized how cold his nose was. He twitched it a couple of times, and brought his hand out. The furnace must have gone out here too.

Tony was just considering what to do when he heard the footfalls on the stairs, and some instinct told him to keep still. He mostly closed his eyes, watching as the shadowed figure of Gibbs moved into the room, and bent over the fireplace. The man worked efficiently, and since Tony couldn’t see much, he let his eyes fully close.

But when the fire caught and Gibbs chuckled, Tony popped his eyes open. Gibbs had turned now and was looking out the window, his body lit by the small but growing flicker of the fire. And he was…Tony gulped hard.

Gibbs slept nude too. And that wasn’t the only thing shocking. Gibbs was watching him. Gibbs was hard. Gibbs was stroking…

Tony didn’t dare contemplate what he was doing, just tossed off the blankets and stood on shaking legs. “Want to share some body heat, Boss?” he asked, his eyes drawn once again to Gibbs’ impressive erection.

“Maybe,” Gibbs allowed with a small smile.

[sinfulslasher]

Prison fic. Tony's newly convicted. His cell mate is the terror of the entire block, an assassin called "One Shot" Gibbs who has a thing for...fresh meat...

Fresh meat

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When even the guards shivered at the name of his cell mate, Tony knew he was in trouble. “One Shot” Gibbs had been in solitary, but due to some wrangling, and maybe a blow job, or some bribes, he was set to be Tony’s new cell mate.

Great!

Tony wasn’t quite sure what shit fairy he’d screwed to get so lucky. “One Shot” was a legend in crime circles, and it was said he liked his meat fresh, and tender. Tony knew damn well he’d be on his knees sucking or fucking before the day was out.

What he didn’t expect was for Gibbs to be so damn good looking, so damn proud. The guards—six of ‘em—paraded Gibbs through the cellblock and the prisoners whooped and yelled. But unlike the normal jeers and jibes to the prisoner Tony had expected, they were yelling to the guards, many of the voices tentative or wary instead of boisterous or aggressive.

Tony watched from his bunk as the silver-haired man paused in front of the cell, a bright smile giving him a boyish look for a moment. But that smile never reached icy blue eyes. Tony shivered, his balls trying to retract up into his abdomen, icy fear tearing its way through him. This was a guy to be respected and feared. Maybe he wouldn’t be interested in Tony. Maybe they could coexist together. Maybe…

But all his thoughts and hopes were dashed when Gibbs gave him another smile.

“Like ‘em pretty. Thanks, boys.”

[sinfulslasher]

Since a certain someone is REALLY spamming me with prompts right now, I've decided all bets are off. *narrows eyes* PREPARE TO BE SPAMMED!!!

Gibbs. Bucket list.

Bucket List

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It had been a little fun thing for Tony, to try to get Gibbs to open up about what sorts of things he wanted to do. And through the years, Tony had hit most Gibbs’ bucket list and added a few more to his.

Now just one last item remained, and it was the most important one of all. It had taken over ten years for Tony to make this a reality. But now everything was ready and Gibbs had no idea.

Tony’d blindfolded him, and Gibbs had grumbled but put his faith in Tony. And as they approached the dock, Tony could feel the excitement running through his lover.

Tony pulled off the blindfold and motioned to the yacht he’d bought with the funds his father had invested for him, the ones that had made Tony a multi-millionaire even above and after this extravagant purchase.

“Number eleven, sail around the world for six months. In style. We have four crew. Clothing optional. You’re retired now, and I took a leave of absence, so don’t tell me we have to put this off any longer.”

“Tony…” It was clear Gibbs had no idea what to say. He pulled Tony into a hug, rubbing his back. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Tony replied. And he meant it.

[sinfulslasher]

The one where Gibbs and Tony inhale.

[dietpunkfics.livejournal.com]

Oh, god yes! This one'd be hysterical!

[sinfulslasher]

The one where Tony turns into a black cat during full moon.

Pet the Kitty

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Gibbs had known about Tony all along. Though the info hadn’t been in his personnel file, Gibbs had worked it out early on. Tony’d been staying with him and there had been a full moon, and Gibbs had come downstairs for a drink of water, only to see a black cat with deep green eyes on his couch.

Gibbs hadn’t been a stranger to paranormal events—though his parents had tried to shield him, Gibbs had known his mother was a raptor shifter. And after she’d died at the hands of a bigger, stronger predator, Gibbs had tried to brush everything paranormal out of his psyche.

But he couldn’t deny that Tony was a shifter, and he knew Tony knew. Gibbs arranged to be close by on full moons and had pulled Tony’s feline ass out of the fire more than once. It was just what Gibbs did.

When Tony had asked to stay over this full moon, Gibbs hadn’t hesitated. It would allow him to keep an even closer eye on Tony, he’d rationalized. It was just coincidence that he’d fallen asleep scratching the cat’s belly, comfortably relaxed by the roaring fire. And it didn’t mean anything that he awoke to stroking a very human Tony’s hard cock.

Did it?

[sinfulslasher]

The one where Tony discovers Gibbs is collecting Beanie Babies!

Peanut

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evil ;)

Gibbs didn’t know where the compulsion had come from. As a kid, he’d collected toy soldiers, GI Joes (soldiers, not dolls—never dolls!), die cast cars. As a teen, he’d collected car parts, getting up quite a collection before he’d enlisted.

But this…there had to be something wrong with him. It had started with Stephanie. She’d searched all over for this bear and that one. This or that limited edition animal that she had shipped to them in Russia. And when they’d divorced, she hadn’t taken the collection with her.

Gibbs had added to it gradually, then, when McGee had taught him how to do the online auctions, he triped—or sniped?—bidders several times a week. His collection numbered into the hundreds now, and he was going to give it to Amira on her next birthday.

Gibbs was just cataloguing his new purchases when Tony stumbled in, a grocery bag in one hand and a six-pack in the other. “Steak ni—Boss?”

“DiNozzo,” Gibbs drawled, refusing to hide the little stuffed toys.

“What are ya doing?” Tony asked, a sly little smile blooming.

“Getting a collection for Amira,” Gibbs replied, hand itching to deliver a headslap.

“Oh, in that case…” Tony looked over the collection. “Do you want an original Peanut the elephant. I have an extra and he’s very rare.”

Gibbs arched a brow, trying to hide his excitement, and nodded. “I—Amira would love that.”

“Sure she would.”

[sinfulslasher]

The one where Timmy and Tony have cybersex during office hours, and Gibbs finds out. *shifty*

Played Out

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Gibbs had a lot of time on his hands, and he’d taken advantage of it. The last case the team had been on had gotten him a medical leave. Four bullet wounds equaled six weeks off. Gibbs had initially been happy to have some time off to recover. The team had been on a reduced schedule as well, doing cold cases. Gibbs was almost ready to go back to work, but he hadn’t been completely left in the dark.

He’d quietly asked Abby to hook into the cameras at the bullpen and run a feed to his laptop. She’d agreed after he’d sworn him to secrecy, and she’d even added a discreet camera over each team member’s shoulder, so he could see their computer screens.

The team had been mostly working cold cases, and had managed to solve a couple with minimal time in the field, and most importantly, no danger. In the last eighteen months, each of the team members—even McGee—had taken one bullet. At least outside of his they’d been flesh wounds.

Gibbs wandered around the house, feeling good enough to work, and yet being frustrated that he wasn’t medically cleared to go back yet. He’d read all the books in his house, had whittled a zoo of creatures for Amira, and he wasn’t up to speed enough yet to take on any larger projects.

Gibbs glanced over at the computer. During this enforced down time he’d worked some on making his skills stronger. He’d mastered his home email, could place orders on Amazon and Ebay without any help, and had even experimented with chat rooms.

He clicked the button for the program that would show him the Navy Yard and the team. Ziva was reading what looked like a new website. He couldn’t see her expression, but he expected it was serious. Gibbs switched to one of the other views, nodding and sipping his coffee. She was so predictable.

He switched perspective as he heard Tony snicker, focusing on the other man. Bright splotches of color darkened Tony’s cheeks, and Gibbs arched a brow, changing the focus to Tony’s screen.

Instead of the expected game, Gibbs saw a bunch of text on Tony’s screen. It took him a few minutes of fumbling with the controls Abby had patiently explained before he brought the words into clear focus.

Then what would you do, Tony, Gibbs read.

I’d hit the stop button on the elevator and start rubbing your cock. You know you’d be hard. Are you hard now, Timmy?

Yes!

Gibbs licked his lips and swallowed down the rest of his coffee in a gulp. Tim wasn’t the only one getting hard here. He had to see how this played out.

[kateri-e.livejournal.com]

The one where Gibbs comes across the charity calendar Tony did in College, the "Naughty Frat Boys of OSU" one

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Filled! http://taylorgibbs.livejournal.com/97950.html?view=731806#t731806

[tejas.livejournal.com]

OH! OH!

Tony finds out what his dad did for a living before Tony was born.

ITAT/NCIS

*beam*

[iamwintermute]

THIS!!!!!!!!!

[tingreca.livejournal.com]

You already have mine - Shifter!Gibbs the white tiger with the blue eyes and Tony the Coati... (at your leisure...)

[kaylashay.livejournal.com]

Okay, I wasn't sure what a Coati was, so I went looking. Turns out they like hammocks!

http://www.wallpapers247.com/wallpaper/Coati-having-a-Siesta/