Unwritten meme post--January edition. Prompts closed for now.

[taylorgibbs]

Since this has been wonderful for my creativity, I'm going to try to do a monthly post as well.

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!

I'm taking 15 prompts for now. Anything prompted in the previous post is a bonus. This will be a link to the master post.

Update: prompts are closed for now, but as these are done, I'll open up another post, as long as these are done before Feb 1. Otherwise, we'll hit the Feb post :)

A few rules.
Only 2 prompts per poster for now. Bonuses do not count toward the total.

I'll write NCIS, CSINY (first 3 seasons only), It Takes a Thief,Chicago Hope, light crossovers with various shows/book series (send me a PM or just prompt and I'll yea or nay ya), original fic.

No overt death fic, no promptor insertion fics, no overt abuse by hero character. No sequels to other people's stories.

Het, gen, slash prompts welcome. AU, paranormal welcome. Just please no Tony/Ziva, Stella/Mac, Danny/Lindsay, or Gibbs/Jenny These aren't pairings I'm able to write.

Prompt away!

Masterlist

Bonus fics

For kateri_e Model Man. Gibbs/DiNozzo preslash

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

For tejas Talking to Do Gen

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

For tingreca Shadows and Light Gen

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

For sinfulslasher One Shot, One Love Gibbs/DiNozzo

Another look into prison!Tony's life, now that he's "One Shot" Gibbs' bitch? Pretty please with nekkid Tony on top?

For alicia. Nick/Gibbs/Tony - Tony goes missing and his men have to use their own strengths to get him back, in short, Nick's charm and Gibbs' brass ones.

For alicia. Alexander Mundy (who turns out to be Senior) and Gibbs worked together when Gibbs was a Marine. They had at least a fling, if not more.


New prompts!

1. kaylashay81 Turned Gibbs/DiNozzo

Gibbs was "recruited" by the government and a lot of time, money and politics went into his training and "cooperation." Now, all that energy has gone to hell when his assignment involves the heir of Anthony DiNozzo, Sr.

2.cinderella81 Comedy of Errors Gibbs/DiNozzo

The one where everything goes wrong on Tony and Gibbs' first date up until the sex ... The sex makes up for it :D

3.kaylashay81 Caged, with 3 different endings! Tony/? :)
Caged

Tony looked sadly at the naked man huddled in the corner of the small cage. "Yeah," he said, "He's mine."

4. hildejohanne Hurt Chapter 1 Gibbs/DiNozzo

Since I saw you're giving glimpses into commisioned fics, maybe a peek at Hurt? *hands you cookies*

5. onlyonechoice Boyfriend meet Dad Kelly/Tony

College!Kelly introduces her father to her new boyfriend, a hot-shot basketball star from Ohio State :)

6. hawk_soaring Nursemaid Gibbs/DiNozzo

Gibbs: "You refuse to take care of yourself so someone obviously has to do it for you." Gibbs/Tony, of course.

7. ferneberga Warming Him Up Gibbs/DiNozzo

Gibbs + DiNozzo very recently established. Turns out Gibbs is really touchy-feely and delights in PDA - gets amorous at a crime-scene to Tony's chagrin.

8. sunsaralyn Hypnotized Gibbs/DiNozzo

The team stumbles on to Tony's MOAS: he's been in love with Gibbs for YEARS. (maybe as part of a case, maybe not).

9. sinfulslasher I'm Your Man Gibbs/DiNozzo

I'd be thrilled if you wrote a sequel to the Deputizing Deadeye DiNozzo prompt... *bats eyelashes*

10. sinfulslasher Play This Through Gibbs/DiNozzo/McGee

Sequel to my "Tony and Timmy have cybersex during work" prompt. McTibbs threesome, please, and thank you! :)

11. dietpunkfics Sig's Surprise Gibbs/DiNozzo

Tony 'helps' Gibbs pick out a new wardrobe due to an oopsie by the dog. Is Tony behind the whole thing? What happened?

12. tejas Unspoken Communication Gibbs/DiNozzo

Gibbs and Tony go undercover as a couple. They have to make an appearance at a romantic restaurant as part of selling their cover. They're not there to see, but to be seen by whoever it is NCIS is interested in. One of two things should happen - if this is ER, it's a beautifully bittersweet moment because they can't do this as themselves or, if it's FT, the setting and the situation open both their eyes.

13. tejas Still Gibbs/DiNozzo

Tony's in a coma. Either again or this could be from NotB (or something similar). Gibbs is trying to tell Jack just what Tony means to him. It could either be a "coming out to Dad" story or just a rare moment when Gibbs just needs to be able to *say* it to someone he knows won't judge him for him... or at least hopes won't judge him for it.

14. gibbsgirlabby Hard Choice Gibbs/DiNozzo

The one where Tony can go back into time to change one event--either stop Hernandez from shooting Shannon and Kelly, or stop Ari from shooting Kate.

15. silvertales Sixth Sense Gen

While Ducky talks to their corpses, never expecting answers, Tony actually can speak to the dead... and they talk back. The recent string of murders has been a ploy to draw NCIS... the killer is obsessed with Tony and wants him for his own.

Established/First time up to you, but would prefer some kind of Tibbs, as opposed to gen.

Comments

Re: Model Man for kateri_e

[hawk-soaring.livejournal.com]

*G* Poor Gibbs. *pets him* He'd better stake his claim quickly.

Re: Model Man for kateri_e

[taylorgibbs.livejournal.com]

LOL he had better ;)

Talking to do for tejas

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tejas' prompt:Tony finds out what his dad did for a living before Tony was born. ITAT/NCIS

Robert Wagner played Alexander Mundy in It Takes a Thief. Noah Bain was his boss.

“Mundy?”

Tony’s head snapped up as an elderly man approached, sitting down on the park bench beside him. Gibbs was wrapping up questioning the victim’s boss, and had asked Tony to get them both some coffee from the outside kiosk. Since Gibbs had been getting his heavy flirt on, Tony’d agreed, leaving the other man to his devices.

Tony cocked his head, looking at the man. He was dressed in a suit, older—probably his father’s age—but there was a sharpness to his gaze. “Anthony DiNozzo,” he said, standing automatically. There was something about this man that commanded respect.

“Noah Bain, but I don’t suppose it matters,” the man said, looking Tony up and down. Tony struggled against the urge to fidget. “Extraordinary. DiNozzo, you say? Not Mundy?” His voice was deep, resonant, commanding much like Gibbs’ but in a less in-your-face way.

“Anthony DiNozzo,” Tony repeated. “What is this about?”

The man sat on the bench, shaking his head, a small smile on his face. “We used to discuss in places just like this…” He shook his head. “It is impossible. You look just like him. Carbon copy. Never seen such a thing.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Tony replied, trying hard to keep patient. “What is this Mundy?” He’d never used that name undercover, had he?

The man zeroed in on Tony’s badge, his smile softening. “You’re not dressed in uniform, so that lets out many of our local law enforcement agencies. Not FBI, your clothing isn’t right. What branch?”

Tony blinked a few times, trying to keep up with this guy’s thought process. He didn’t seem to be confused or in an altered state, but sometimes mental illnesses were just that good. Before answering, Tony pulled out his cell phone and checked to see if there were any silver alerts. There were none posted, no elderly people were missing, though that didn’t mean this guy hadn’t just slipped out of his caretakers’ grasp.

But something didn’t seem right about it. The man was patient, his gaze sharp.

“NCIS—Naval—”

“Criminal Investigative Service. Ah yes. I know the branch well, though it was NIS in my day.”

“Your day?” Tony replied.

“Better save that for another time.”

The man reached into his pocket, withdrawing a wallet. “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I would have never…” He trailed off, pulling out a photograph and handing it to Tony. For a second, Tony flashed back to his father showing him the fishing picture of them both, before he took a good long look at the picture.

The man who sat beside him was there, younger but still very recognizable. And beside him was a man…Tony blinked a few times, focusing sharply on the picture. It was no joke. The man had known his father, was in a picture with him. Sure, Dad looked a lot younger, but the smile, the eyes, the mannerisms were the same.

“Mundy?” Tony asked, his voice unsteady, pointing to his father.

“Yes, Alexander Mundy. A great man I had the opportunity to work with. You know him?”

“My father,” Tony whispered.

“Oh. Well, I do believe we have some talking to do.”

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow! I love it!!!

Now, MOOOOOOOOOOORE! LOL I do hope this one speaks to you enough to do a full fic.

[taylorgibbs.livejournal.com]

I suspect it might ;)

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Whoop! Whoop! ITAT/NCIS fans everywhere will bow at your feet. LOL

Shadows and Light ffor tingreca

[taylorgibbs.livejournal.com]

Her prompt: Shifter!Gibbs the white tiger with the blue eyes and Tony the Coati... (at your leisure...)

“Gibbs!” An upset voice penetrated the darkness and Jethro Gibbs tried to open his eyes. “Lie still, dear boy. You’ve been injured quite badly, my friend.”

Jethro Gibbs tried to lift his head but his body wasn’t responding to commands. What had happened?

“Duck?” he managed. “What…?” He forced his eyes open but everything seemed blindingly bright. He groaned, only vaguely aware of Ducky’s hands as they cupped his head. He must have drifted off again.

“Come on now, Jethro. I need you to open you eyes, my friend.” Ducky’s voice was quietly modulated but still cut right through him. This time Gibbs’ eyes opened without a huge struggle and he managed to lift his head.

“What happened?” He scanned the scene slowly, mindful of his headache and the way his eyesight was swimming in and out of focus. Several concerned faces loomed over him—Ducky, McGee, DiNozzo, and Ziva. He could hear Palmer speaking some distance away.

“What do you remember, Jethro?” Ducky asked. He admired the team’s restraint. If they started talking all at once, his head would explode.

What did he remember? They’d come to the house after the call of two bodies, one in uniform, had come in. But they’d only been able to find one, despite the constant LEO presence. He and DiNozzo had secured the scene, McGee and Ziva the perimeter. He’d sent Ziva and McGee off to interview the neighbors when…

“Big cat?” Gibbs saw a flash of a furry muzzle, fangs gleaming, claws raking across his body then…nothing. “How bad, Duck? Did you kill it?” He tried to sit up but started coughing.

“Easy, easy, Jethro. Mr. Palmer is seeing to it. Tony shot it twice but it is expected to live?”

“That’s good?” he managed.

“It may lessen the tests we have to perform on you. The rabies tests alone are an awful trial.” Ducky frowned, looking down at his chest and Gibbs’ eyes followed. His shirt and undershirt were shredded and deep cuts marred his chest. Some were covered with bandages but it was clear that Ducky was actively treating the others.

“Claws?”

“Yes. And a deep bite to your forearm. You also struck your head very hard when the animal knocked you over. I don’t understand how it didn’t kill you.”

“I shot it.” Tony’s voice was a bit shaky and when Gibbs met his senior agent’s eyes he could see how upset the situation had made Tony.

“Good work, DiNozzo,” Gibbs rasped. “Palmer safe, Duck?”

Ducky nodded. “The animal has been tranquilized and we’re waiting for animal control to get here to transport it. I need to get you to the hospital. The agents can see to the scene.”

“The other victim?” Gibbs asked. Something didn’t seem right about it all but he was in far too much pain to deal with it right now. He had to trust the team to get the answers.

“Working on it, Boss,” Tony assured, sounding a little more authoritative.

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I hope there are more of us now that ITAT is on DVD ;)

One Shot, One Love

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Didn't expect this one to go this way...hope you like! Sequel to Fresh Meat

Tony groaned as “One Shot” spread him wide, pounding into him relentlessly. It was like this most nights, and given the moans and groans around them, Tony knew he wasn’t the only one getting it—and getting it good.

He and “One Shot” had one hell of a bond. The guy had been relentless, pulling information out of Tony slowly, patiently…and even gently. He hadn’t expected that. And when he awoke one day and the cobwebs were out of his mind, he realized just what “One Shot” had done for him, and he offered his ass—and his life--to the man.

Head injury, “One Shot” had said. Five years ago, after a bombing went very wrong and a car had exploded. After he’d left the hospital AMA, nobody’d seen him again. But “One Shot” had been sure he’d been alive, on the fringes of society, and when a few Tonys had been added to the prison system in this state, Gibbs had fabricated a hell of a backstory and had gotten himself inside.

For Tony. His lover.

And Tony finally remembered him. Giving his ass to Gibbs was the least he could do. And he was getting a hell of a benefit too.

“Coming,” Gibbs growled into Tony’s ear, crushing his dick in a punishing grip and pulling hard. It appealed to Tony’s pleasure/pain thing and started to push him over the edge.

“Me too…One Shot.”

Re: Shadows and Light ffor tingreca

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Ooh, what a great START! LOL

[tejas.livejournal.com]

I imagine so. Not only folks who'd relegated it to fond memories, but new viewers wanting to know why the rest of us went into orgasmic spasms when we heard it was finally being released on DVD. LOL

Re: One Shot, One Love

[tejas.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah! Love it!

Hurt

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How does the first chapter suit you?

Hilde commissioned a fic where Gibbs and Tony were in a relationship and one leaves.No partner betrayal. This is the first chapter of a WIP, unbeated, unedited.

Chapter One

Gibbs winced as the glass shattered—the third tonight—and looked away. He couldn’t meet Tony’s eyes right now, didn’t even want to.

“Why? Why can’t you let me in? Why can’t you fight for me?” Tony raged, hurling another glass at the mantel. He’d been at this for twenty minutes now and Gibbs couldn’t give him the reaction DiNozzo wanted. No matter how much was on the line.

“Let you in,” he said mildly, blood dripping into his eyes from a deep gash in his forehead. That had been courtesy of the fifth—or maybe sixth—glass. A chunk had cut deeply into him but Gibbs hadn’t wiped up the blood, had just let it flow, itchy and burning, down his face.

He wanted to help DiNozzo out, but he couldn’t. Hell, he’d tried, though he couldn’t let Tony know that. The call to SecNav, made with numb fingers, but SecNav had made his mind up. After the situation in Somalia and Tony’s part in it, he was being promoted, made team leader and being based out of the Pentagon. It was close, but it wasn’t Gibbs’ team. Everything was changing and none of them were ready for this.

Tony didn’t want to go. He liked working with the team, saw it as a rejection even though it wasn’t. Gibbs couldn’t exactly come clean to SecNav and explain why he needed DiNozzo on his six, though he’d begged—he’d actually begged—stating that Tony was the only one who could and should inherit the Major Case Response Team, that Tony had paid his dues many times over.

“It won’t be too different,” Gibbs ventured, wiping at the blood. But he knew it would. When they weren’t working side by side, something huge and major would be lost. And Gibbs wasn’t entirely sure if they could get it back when it was gone.

“It’s over. You’re gonna have some probie on your team with big bright eyes and a smile and he’ll steal your heart.”

“DiNozzo!”

“What?”

“You think that little of me?” He’d done it now he’d provoked Gibbs.

“Chris Pacci,” Tony said, his voice brittle. “Brent Langer, Jenny Shepard, G Callen, Stan Burley, and me. You’ve been with every new probie you’ve taken on.”

“Not true. What about Keating, Lee, McGee, Blackadder, Kate, Ziva, Cassie Yates.”

“Cass doesn’t count! She was only your probie for a month.”

Gibbs could feel that Tony was starting to waver and closed the gap between them.

“Don’t!” Tony said, backing off. “Don’t give me assurances that you can’t keep. I know you.”

“What do you know?” Gibbs asked, his voice dropping in register.

“I know how you are. You need to scratch an itch.”

“Is that all you think this is?” Gibbs asked, shocked. He and Tony had been together for over a year now, and it was good—damned good. Where was all of this coming from? He pulled in a breath, willing himself to calm down and actually talk with Tony, no matter how uncomfortable that made him.

“Wonder sometimes,” Tony muttered. The fight had gone out of him and he sat down at the table.

“Don’t,” Gibbs shot back. “You moved in.”

“So did three readheads.”

This wasn’t Tony—not the Tony he knew. And that worried and bothered Gibbs more than he could put into words. He had to find a way to make this better, to get them back on solid ground.

“You done breaking my glasses? Want to move on to the coffee mugs?” Gibbs asked, trying to make a joke. Tony only looked at the mess blankly, blinking and shaking his head. His shoulders slumped, the fight clearly gone right out of him. Gibbs stood, patting Tony on the shoulder. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing the dustpan and broom and easing them into Tony’s hands.

“You make the mess, you clean up.”

Tony blinked a few times and Gibbs had the distinct sense that this was only the calm before the storm.

Hurt Ch1 part 2

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~*~
Three Months Later

Tony stormed into the house, throwing down his laptop bag and kicking it halfheartedly. It had been another nightmare day and he was exhausted. From the lack of lights and the sixty-five degree temp in the house, it was clear that Tony was the first one home, at ten pm.

This was not working out. There were so many nights where he or Gibbs were catching long cases, working crazy hours—and in his case, traveling to San Diego for three days in pursuit of someone selling counterfeit Navy uniforms. The responsibility was immense and after the Renny Grant thing, Tony didn’t trust himself, not entirely.

He supposed his team was okay. Dwayne Wilson was sharp and they’d worked together before—briefly, but Dwayne had made a great first impression. Tony was as convinced in Dwayne as he assumed Gibbs had been toward him in the early days. Cynthia Summers was the surprise. Jenny’s former admin assistant had been laid off when Jenny had died, and Cynthia had taken the opportunity to get through the police academy and FLETC. She’d graduated top of her class and brought the team smarts and wit—not to mention beauty. But Tony wouldn’t flirt with her; that just didn’t feel right. The third member of his team was the most surprising of all. Jemma Dorchester was British born and raised, the daughter of a Naval Aviator who’d married a Brit. She’d gone to college at NYU and after getting a degree in Criminology, she’d decided to go to the FBI.

The Feebs were no place for her, and Jemma had joined NCIS three years ago, one of Jenny’s last hires. She’d been designed as a probie for Paula’s team, but then all of that had gone to hell. Jemma had been assigned then to Vance’s team, where she’d impressed the then assistant director. After Jenny’s death, she’d gone to Pensacola, as a solo agent who had a fantastic close rate. Now that she’d closed a few high-profile cases, SecNav had his eye on her and had moved her closer to DC. Jemma was his senior agent and Tony found himself relying on her more and more.

Gibbs had a new probie as well. McGee was his senior agent, and Tony could accept that. McGee’d been part of the core group. With Kate. Even though it made Tony itchy to think of McGee and not him on Gibbs’ six, he could accept it. He trusted McGee as much as he trusted anyone.

Ziva hadn’t come back to NCIS after Somalia. She hadn’t been cleared for field-agent duty, hadn’t wanted to be on desk duty as an agent. She was now working at the Israeli embassy and Gibbs and McGee had seen her a few times.

Tony didn’t know the two new members of Gibbs’ team by more than names, but the one name had floored him—Alexander Remington…Alexander Remington Gibbs. Turned out Jethro had a brother that neither he or Jack had ever thought to mention to Tony. Or the team. McGee had told him, calling him in shock, Abby squealing in the background. The guy had just shown up, stowing his gear at Tony’s desk as if he’d belonged there, looking just like Gibbs. It was eerie, they’d said. And when they’d sent Tony the personnel file and picture, Tony’d been shocked and stunned. The guy had a military career, had washed out after an accident in Iraq, looked exactly like what he was—a ten year younger Gibbs. McGee and Abbs said he was a good investigator, a great asset to the team.

Tony hated everything about him.

The other probie was a guy named Cal Hatori, someone who’d been in McGee’s FLETC class. An older guy, former Dot Commer. He was a good shot and methodical, but even when he pressed, Tony couldn’t get more details from Abby and McGee. He was coming to the conclusion that Hatori wasn’t that memorable, though he had to be good if he didn’t wash out. Gibbs didn’t suffer fools.

Hurt Ch 1 part 3

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Tony had tried to press McGee and Abby—and even Ducky and Palmer—about Gibbs’ team, but outside of the love fest for Alexander Remington Gibbs, the team had nothing for him. And nothing wasn’t gonna help the mess of Tony’s life.

It wasn’t as if Gibbs said a word to him. Most nights, the men lived separate lives, with Gibbs spending the evening with his boat. Many nights, he’d crawl into bed way past midnight—and those were the good nights. More often than not, he’d sleep under the boat. Or come to bed and not even touch Tony, no matter how hard Tony’s body strained for any contact. They were drifting further and further apart every day, and Tony didn’t know how to save it any more. Or if he even wanted to try. He was tired and he was raw. And he was sick and tired of the secrets and silence.

Tony grabbed a beer and flopped down on the couch, staring out into nothingness. The dark and cool room suited his mood. He knew he should probably go upstairs and change his clothes, get comfortable and maybe see if there was a game on. But Tony wasn’t interested tonight. He picked at the label, eyeing his watch, trying not to think of anything. Thinking was overrated and after the week he’d had, he was done. He needed to decompress.

Even though he was aware of it, Tony didn’t try to stop the feeling of crawling inside himself, the mental movies he played when times got bad. Tonight it wasn’t scenes from one of his favorites, but a jumble of memories and hopes, wishes and dreams.

“DiNozzo.”

The voice started Tony and he dropped the bottle. It clattered onto the table where it rolled in a small circle as Tony stood.

“Hey. How was your day?”

Gibbs shrugged, looking away, one shoulder hitching up. “Closed the case.”

“That’s good.” Tony’s vision narrowed and he looked at Gibbs’ sportcoat and a rusty stain at the collar.

“Yours?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

“What?” Gibbs asked, trying to twist around and look.

“Blood, Gibbs. Yours?”

“No. Hatori’s. Got winged.”

Tony felt like an ass for being thankful that someone else had gotten hurt.”He gonna be okay?”

“Flesh wound.”

“You should have called, Gibbs.”

“Not your responsibility any more,” Gibbs shot back. Jethro wasn’t a warm and fuzzy guy, but the malice and fury in his voice was unexpected and took Tony aback. He watched his lover, wanting like hell to reach him, though he knew he couldn’t. There was a part of Jethro that was so locked down, so inaccessible that there was just no point in trying.

“Still worry,” Tony said, feeling his shoulders droop. There was a huge part of him that had already given up and they both knew it.

“Yeah, I know.” Jethro sighed, stowing his gun and tossing his keys, wallet, and spare change onto the side table.

“You eat?” Tony asked, studying the features he knew so well.

“Not hungry.” Tony could only watch as Jethro strode to the basement door and pulled it open. Only when it was open did Tony rush to the door, but Gibbs closed it firmly in his face. Tony blinked a few times in shock, turning the knob before sagging against the familiar wood. Gibbs had locked him out! Gibbs never locked him out!

The wall between them was growing.

Hurt Ch1 part 4

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~*~

Gibbs made his way down the stairs slowly, gripping the banister and trying to hide his grunts of pain. He hadn’t lied, Hatori had been winged and his blood was on Gibbs’ shirt. But in the battle to subdue two meth addicts, he’d taken a lot of painful blows. Hatori had been injured, and McGee wasn’t the scrappy fighter DiNozzo was. Alex had held his own and had a bruised kidney and a concussion he was nursing. And Gibbs had two broken ribs.

He didn’t want to tell Tony; didn’t want to deal with that fallout. Since becoming team leader, Tony had changed, and Gibbs was trying to shield him from the worst of what was happening at the Navy Yard. Tony had his own responsibilities now, and those didn’t include worrying about a former boss.

Having Tony as an equal should have been even more relaxing than having him as a senior field agent, but Gibbs couldn’t shake the twisting and turning of his gut, something that kept him on edge at work and unable to sit back and relax in the evenings. The first time DiNozzo had been away from the team for a long time, he’d barely been back and Kate had been killed. And the second time, when he’d been afloat, Brent Langer had been murdered by Michelle Lee. When Tony wasn’t around, Gibbs’ gut wasn’t at its strongest. That would kill someone else on his team one day.

Gibbs leaned against the workbench and sighed, pulling out his cell phone. He wanted to check on Alex, make sure that he was doing okay. McGee had offered to spend the night with Alex; those two were becoming close friends. Which freed Gibbs up to come home and deal with Tony. Or not. He didn’t know how to communicate with DiNozzo on this new level. He didn’t know how to be Tony’s equal.

Gibbs grabbed the downstairs phone and dialed Alex’s cell. As expected, McGee picked up, telling Gibbs that Alex had eaten some soup and was on the couch. McGee’d been through enough concussions with Tony to know what the warning signs were. He could handle this.

Gibbs turned to look at the exposed ribs of his boat and poured a jar half full of bourbon. There was no way he’d take the pain medication; there was no way he’d dull his senses like that. Especially since he wasn’t gonna tell Tony any more than he had to.

Gibbs sipped his drink, fingertip tracing over the small scar at his hairline and wondered if he could fix this. Or if he even had the strength to try.

Re: Model Man for kateri_e

[sinfulslasher]

Well, if there's one member of Team Gibbs who could model, it's Tony. *g* Gibbs'd better snatch the boy for himself before it's too late. (And print out the calendar and hang it up in the squadroom... *shifty*)

Re: Talking to do for tejas

[sinfulslasher]

Okay, you so TOTALLY have to continue this!!!

I haven't watched ITAT in forever, but now I'm feeling nostalgic.

And really, you need to tell us how Senior reacts when Tony confronts him. Can't wait to hear Senior's explanation! LOL!

Re: Shadows and Light ffor tingreca

[sinfulslasher]

START being the operative word here!!! I mean, really, this clearly isn't a prompt fill. There was no coati!Tony, there wasn't even a shifter!Gibbs. Only the set up explaining why Gibbs might turn into a tiger in future.

WE NEED MORE!!!

Re: Hurt Ch1 part 4

[sinfulslasher]

This? Is beyond awesome. Wow. I really can't wait to read the rest of this, so you'd better get the epic finished liek naoh! *makes grabby hands*

(Of course, I'm now also slightly of the pouty persuasion. Hilde got the entire first chapter. All I got was a measly little paragraph or two. *sulks* LOL)

Re: One Shot, One Love

[sinfulslasher]

This is totally not what I expected or had in mind (WHERE'S MY TONY TORTURE?! *wails*) but at the same time, I'm lovin' it! You sneaky little... *shakes fist* LOL! Brilliant idea.

Re: Hurt Ch1 part 4

[hilde.livejournal.com]

You poor thing! LOL

Re: Hurt Ch1 part 4

[hilde.livejournal.com]

This was wonderful, TG! I loved every word of this first chapter, thanks for sharing! I do hope you find the inspiration to finish it some day.

Hugs, Hilde

Re: Model Man for kateri_e

[kateri-e.livejournal.com]

GAH! Oh that was fantastic! And Gibbs finding the pictures online instead of say the actual calender was great. I love the thought of Gibbs cruising ebay or something trying to get his hands on a 20 year old calender.

Re: Hurt Ch1 part 4

[kateri-e.livejournal.com]

Oh that is SO sad and heartwrenching. Great start to the story though