Gibbs watched the man as he moved though the club, clearly tracking his prey. DiNozzo was one of the best out there, and Gibbs was gonna stop him.
The biggest mistake he’d made was setting his sights on Abby. DiNozzo had been tracing her for days now, and had slipped into her favorite club without eye an eye twitch from the bouncer. Gibbs was gonna have to talk to them about that.
As Abby danced and shimmied on the dance floor, Gibbs was careful to stay in the shadows He didn’t want to startle Abby—if DiNozzo was spooked, he might take Abby down.
Over Gibbs’ dead body.
DiNozzo was dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, and he looked a little dangerous—wild and untamed. Gibbs was gonna love hearing the sound of that leather creaking and protesting as Gibbs cuffed the dirtbag, knee in DiNozzo’s back.
He would get his man. He always got his man.
His eyes flickered to the side as DiNozzo sauntered toward the bathroom. This might be the best chance Gibbs would get. He followed, moving silently—not that it mattered with the thumping bass beat—but once a sniper, always a sniper.
He waited until DiNozzo went inside the bathroom and followed, waiting until DiNozzo was unzipped and out, but just before he started to go. The room was thankfully empty, and Gibbs didn’t want to wait any longer.
In a practiced move, he spun DiNozzo, pressing him against the wall, kicking his legs out wide.
“I win,” he growled in Tony’s ear, feeling the other man shiver.
“Next time you be the hit man,” Tony said, his voice muffled. “I’m getting hard here, Jethro. Can we go home?”
“Yep. My choice what we do, since I won.”
“Do I look like I’m complaining?”
Gibbs slid his eyes up and down Tony’s body, snickering. “Nope, you look damn good to me. Now let’s go home.”
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Win
Date: 2012-08-25 04:52 pm (UTC)Gibbs watched the man as he moved though the club, clearly tracking his prey. DiNozzo was one of the best out there, and Gibbs was gonna stop him.
The biggest mistake he’d made was setting his sights on Abby. DiNozzo had been tracing her for days now, and had slipped into her favorite club without eye an eye twitch from the bouncer. Gibbs was gonna have to talk to them about that.
As Abby danced and shimmied on the dance floor, Gibbs was careful to stay in the shadows He didn’t want to startle Abby—if DiNozzo was spooked, he might take Abby down.
Over Gibbs’ dead body.
DiNozzo was dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, and he looked a little dangerous—wild and untamed. Gibbs was gonna love hearing the sound of that leather creaking and protesting as Gibbs cuffed the dirtbag, knee in DiNozzo’s back.
He would get his man. He always got his man.
His eyes flickered to the side as DiNozzo sauntered toward the bathroom. This might be the best chance Gibbs would get. He followed, moving silently—not that it mattered with the thumping bass beat—but once a sniper, always a sniper.
He waited until DiNozzo went inside the bathroom and followed, waiting until DiNozzo was unzipped and out, but just before he started to go. The room was thankfully empty, and Gibbs didn’t want to wait any longer.
In a practiced move, he spun DiNozzo, pressing him against the wall, kicking his legs out wide.
“I win,” he growled in Tony’s ear, feeling the other man shiver.
“Next time you be the hit man,” Tony said, his voice muffled. “I’m getting hard here, Jethro. Can we go home?”
“Yep. My choice what we do, since I won.”
“Do I look like I’m complaining?”
Gibbs slid his eyes up and down Tony’s body, snickering. “Nope, you look damn good to me. Now let’s go home.”
“On it, Boss.”