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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!
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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Played Out
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.
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Especially since Gibbs has figured out chat rooms and all. And now he can order kinky things from eBay and Amazon too!
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*runs to add new prompt*
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