Love of My Life - Chapter 6
This is the end, my friends! I hope you enjoyed this ride.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
The morning sun seeped through the window and landed directly on Gibbs’ face. He twitched and moved away from the light that beamed in on him. “Just a few more minutes.” An incessant sound came from his right side. ‘Phone’ registered in his brain and it took a couple more minutes before he realized it was his phone. He found it and cradled it to his body. The tone had silenced which was all he could care about in that very moment in time. When it went off again, he pressed every button he could to silence it once more and blindly put it on the hard surface next to him.
Tony snickered. “Since when have you been unreachable?”
“Since everything I wanted was within my reach”, and with that he rolled over and captured Tony’s mouth in a kiss that conveyed that very want, need and love he had held in for so long. Tony’s arms snaked out and wrapped around him, pulling him tighter to him giving back as good as he got. Gibbs’ released his lips and travelled back to the spot he knew made Tony weak. He began to tease it with his tongue, blowing on his wet skin and let out a low rumbling chuckle when Tony gasped and bucked up against him. “Oh fuck, Gibbs! That makes me crazy. Don’t stop.” He continued to pay attention to that one area, loving how Tony responded, the sounds he made, and his body movements. He moved his mouth back to Tony’s and whispered against his lips, “Stay still. I want to make you soar.” He thrust his tongue in and began to explore.
Again, the sound of the phone resounded through the panting silence. Tony broke the kiss and pushed Gibbs up so he could look at him. “You should get that. It’s the third time they’ve tried.” He kissed him. “Just answer it. Someone on the other end wants you.” Gibbs bent his head and kissed him once more. “But I want you.” Tony smiled, “I’ll be there”.
Gibbs sighed and rolled over, reaching out to retrieve the phone. He closed his eyes and opened it huffing, “Yeah, Gibbs”.
“Hey Boss! Was about to think you were gonna break Rule 3!”
“Tony?” He rolled over and caught himself before he fell off the wooden plank underneath his boat. “Shit!”
“What’s the matter, Boss? Everything OK?”
“Fine, DiNozzo.”
“OK, good. I just wanted to tell you they are bringing in the suspect from the Russell Cosby case. He’ll be in interrogation in about an hour. Should be easy to break.”
Gibbs grunted.
“OK. See you when you get here.” Tony hung up, wincing.
“Something wrong, Tony?” McGee watched as Tony hung up the phone.
“I think that might have been my very first verbal headslap. He’s on his way. Step lightly, Probie - he doesn’t seem to be in a very forgiving mood today.”
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
‘Damn it!’ He almost threw his phone across the room but stopped and grabbed his bottle of bourbon throwing it instead. Something had to give. His subconscious was now teasing him and he was nearing a breaking point.
He quickly showered, changed and headed for the Yard, stopping to pick up a large cup of his usual high octane brew and one for DiNozzo, fixed the way he liked it. It was on impulse, which was what he kept telling himself on the ride up the elevator.
Dropping the cup on Tony’s desk, he rounded his own, placing his badge and gun inside his top drawer as he booted up his computer. Ziva and McGee just looked at Tony with wide eyed expressions. “Um, thanks, Boss.” Tony said. He hesitantly picked up the cup and shrugged, looking at his co-workers as he took a sip, his fingers crossed. He waited a few seconds and smiled. “Just the way I like it!” A ghost of a smile flitted on Gibbs’ face before it vanished and he stood up. “I’ll be in interrogation. Start your reports. I want them on my desk by 1400 hours.”
As predicted, the suspect, Junior Barnes, admitted to the slaying of Russell Cosby. They both served in the R.O.T.C. program in school and once they graduated, Russell became Junior’s C.O. in the field. A little known childhood trauma involving a slush ball culminated into the death of Russell Cosby. A ridiculous waste of two lives that served their country.
The case was wrapped up, reports were written and submitted, and the count down to the weekend commenced.
“What are your plans, Ziva?” McGee asked.
She smirked, “I’m going to sleep and then when I wake up, I will go back to sleep. Otherwise, catch up with friends that I have neglected while being so overworked.”
“What about you?”
“Mostly the same - sleep. I’m going to stock up on essentials when I leave here and then lock the front door when I get home and not open it again until Monday morning.”
Tony was busy straightening up his desk when asked the same question. “Me? Oh, I’m going to spend the glorious two days off with the love of my life!” His eyes glazed over with a faraway look and after a few moments, shrugged it off fully present in the moment.
Gibbs rounded the corner, paused, and dropped his coffee.
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
The morning sun seeped through the window and landed directly on Gibbs’ face. He twitched and moved away from the light that beamed in on him. “Just a few more minutes.” An incessant sound came from his right side. ‘Phone’ registered in his brain and it took a couple more minutes before he realized it was his phone. He found it and cradled it to his body. The tone had silenced which was all he could care about in that very moment in time. When it went off again, he pressed every button he could to silence it once more and blindly put it on the hard surface next to him.
Tony snickered. “Since when have you been unreachable?”
“Since everything I wanted was within my reach”, and with that he rolled over and captured Tony’s mouth in a kiss that conveyed that very want, need and love he had held in for so long. Tony’s arms snaked out and wrapped around him, pulling him tighter to him giving back as good as he got. Gibbs’ released his lips and travelled back to the spot he knew made Tony weak. He began to tease it with his tongue, blowing on his wet skin and let out a low rumbling chuckle when Tony gasped and bucked up against him. “Oh fuck, Gibbs! That makes me crazy. Don’t stop.” He continued to pay attention to that one area, loving how Tony responded, the sounds he made, and his body movements. He moved his mouth back to Tony’s and whispered against his lips, “Stay still. I want to make you soar.” He thrust his tongue in and began to explore.
Again, the sound of the phone resounded through the panting silence. Tony broke the kiss and pushed Gibbs up so he could look at him. “You should get that. It’s the third time they’ve tried.” He kissed him. “Just answer it. Someone on the other end wants you.” Gibbs bent his head and kissed him once more. “But I want you.” Tony smiled, “I’ll be there”.
Gibbs sighed and rolled over, reaching out to retrieve the phone. He closed his eyes and opened it huffing, “Yeah, Gibbs”.
“Hey Boss! Was about to think you were gonna break Rule 3!”
“Tony?” He rolled over and caught himself before he fell off the wooden plank underneath his boat. “Shit!”
“What’s the matter, Boss? Everything OK?”
“Fine, DiNozzo.”
“OK, good. I just wanted to tell you they are bringing in the suspect from the Russell Cosby case. He’ll be in interrogation in about an hour. Should be easy to break.”
Gibbs grunted.
“OK. See you when you get here.” Tony hung up, wincing.
“Something wrong, Tony?” McGee watched as Tony hung up the phone.
“I think that might have been my very first verbal headslap. He’s on his way. Step lightly, Probie - he doesn’t seem to be in a very forgiving mood today.”
~~~~~~~~~~NCIS~~~~~~~~~~
‘Damn it!’ He almost threw his phone across the room but stopped and grabbed his bottle of bourbon throwing it instead. Something had to give. His subconscious was now teasing him and he was nearing a breaking point.
He quickly showered, changed and headed for the Yard, stopping to pick up a large cup of his usual high octane brew and one for DiNozzo, fixed the way he liked it. It was on impulse, which was what he kept telling himself on the ride up the elevator.
Dropping the cup on Tony’s desk, he rounded his own, placing his badge and gun inside his top drawer as he booted up his computer. Ziva and McGee just looked at Tony with wide eyed expressions. “Um, thanks, Boss.” Tony said. He hesitantly picked up the cup and shrugged, looking at his co-workers as he took a sip, his fingers crossed. He waited a few seconds and smiled. “Just the way I like it!” A ghost of a smile flitted on Gibbs’ face before it vanished and he stood up. “I’ll be in interrogation. Start your reports. I want them on my desk by 1400 hours.”
As predicted, the suspect, Junior Barnes, admitted to the slaying of Russell Cosby. They both served in the R.O.T.C. program in school and once they graduated, Russell became Junior’s C.O. in the field. A little known childhood trauma involving a slush ball culminated into the death of Russell Cosby. A ridiculous waste of two lives that served their country.
The case was wrapped up, reports were written and submitted, and the count down to the weekend commenced.
“What are your plans, Ziva?” McGee asked.
She smirked, “I’m going to sleep and then when I wake up, I will go back to sleep. Otherwise, catch up with friends that I have neglected while being so overworked.”
“What about you?”
“Mostly the same - sleep. I’m going to stock up on essentials when I leave here and then lock the front door when I get home and not open it again until Monday morning.”
Tony was busy straightening up his desk when asked the same question. “Me? Oh, I’m going to spend the glorious two days off with the love of my life!” His eyes glazed over with a faraway look and after a few moments, shrugged it off fully present in the moment.
Gibbs rounded the corner, paused, and dropped his coffee.