Gibbs hadn’t even wanted to play the damn lottery, but Tony’d been so excited, so wrapped up in “what we’ll do if we win” fantasies, that Gibbs had reluctantly agreed to buy a few tickets.
He looked up from sanding when Tony raced down the stars at just after twenty-three hundred, his face white, his eyes wide.
“What?” Gibbs asked, sure they’d caught a case.
“We won,” Tony said quietly, clutching the small piece of paper. Our birthdays—we won.”
“We…” Gibbs couldn’t even finish the thought. He motioned Tony close, studying his face for some sign that this was a joke—it had to be.
“We won,” Tony repeated. “Now what?”
Six months later
Gibbs and Tony had never come out in public as the lottery winners—they’d been allowed to remain anonymous and have their lawyer and accountant talk for them. It was pretty much life as normal, though a select few knew of their winnings. Their fathers had been lavishly provided for, as had Amira and Layla. They’d allowed each other one frivolous purchase—Gibbs a boat, and Tony a high-end theater system they were putting into the addition to Casa Gibbs that was nearly complete.
The majority of the money had been split into various funds—the Marine Corps Scholarship Fund, a special fund set up for the struggling spouses and children impacted by deaths NCIS had investigated. The Wounded Warrior project, Operation Homefront. Many charities would benefit from their windfall.
Gibbs and Tony had kept five million of the money—a sum Gibbs had thought was too much, but that he knew he could will to anyone he wished. He and Tony had mutually agreed that Abby would be their beneficiary upon their deaths. McGee had his writing income, Palmer and Ducky came from money, and Kate wouldn’t have accepted it anyway.
It was the right thing to do, to share their windfall.
Gibbs nudged Tony’s shoulder as they watched the sun setting over the Atlantic from the deck of their boat. “We did the right thing, Tony.”
“Yeah, we did,” Tony replied. “Money isn’t everything. I have you.”
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Lottery
Date: 2012-07-01 11:37 pm (UTC)He looked up from sanding when Tony raced down the stars at just after twenty-three hundred, his face white, his eyes wide.
“What?” Gibbs asked, sure they’d caught a case.
“We won,” Tony said quietly, clutching the small piece of paper. Our birthdays—we won.”
“We…” Gibbs couldn’t even finish the thought. He motioned Tony close, studying his face for some sign that this was a joke—it had to be.
“We won,” Tony repeated. “Now what?”
Six months later
Gibbs and Tony had never come out in public as the lottery winners—they’d been allowed to remain anonymous and have their lawyer and accountant talk for them. It was pretty much life as normal, though a select few knew of their winnings. Their fathers had been lavishly provided for, as had Amira and Layla. They’d allowed each other one frivolous purchase—Gibbs a boat, and Tony a high-end theater system they were putting into the addition to Casa Gibbs that was nearly complete.
The majority of the money had been split into various funds—the Marine Corps Scholarship Fund, a special fund set up for the struggling spouses and children impacted by deaths NCIS had investigated. The Wounded Warrior project, Operation Homefront. Many charities would benefit from their windfall.
Gibbs and Tony had kept five million of the money—a sum Gibbs had thought was too much, but that he knew he could will to anyone he wished. He and Tony had mutually agreed that Abby would be their beneficiary upon their deaths. McGee had his writing income, Palmer and Ducky came from money, and Kate wouldn’t have accepted it anyway.
It was the right thing to do, to share their windfall.
Gibbs nudged Tony’s shoulder as they watched the sun setting over the Atlantic from the deck of their boat. “We did the right thing, Tony.”
“Yeah, we did,” Tony replied. “Money isn’t everything. I have you.”
“Damn right ya do.”