What she knows pt 3
Set after Day 8 of "24"
Yes, as the chapters progress you will notice crossovers so completely AU. This one is NCIS and Gibbs/Tony, but not Slash. I promise you that Chloe/Jack will be back in the story soon!
Jethro:
Sliding his hand along his stiff neck, he inhaled deeply the delicious aroma of the coffee in his hand as he stood in the alley watching his agents work. With a slight smirk at the antics of his second in command, he takes a deep drink of the hot, strong brew. Looking up at the late day DC sun he lets his eyes close to feel the warmth. His body aches. It's been a long day. With the US threat level raised due to whatever the hell was going on in NY, his team has been on call for almost 24 hours. The NCIS office a buzz all day with the majority of the agents actually on-site instead of in the field, he had finally had enough of catching up on paperwork while playing the waiting game. He'd almost breathed a sigh of relief when they had a missing petty officer and he could drag his agents into the field. Sitting at a desk all day watching the clock just waiting to see if they would be needed for this latest threat had kept him on edge. Especially since his lead agent didn't do well with being tied to a desk either. Looking over the scene he could just make out what appeared to be one of Tony's spitballs in McGee's hair.
With a sigh he barks "Pack it up". Watching them jerk to attention, he quickly walks back to the car with another smirk. "You haven't lost your touch LJ" he thinks.
20 mins later his tires squeal into the NCIS parking lot. With a quick glance to his side he sees his agent's white knuckles on the door. "Reports on my desk in 1 hour!" Stepping from the car he quickly makes his way through the parking garage. Stopping at the retinal scanner at the elevator he hears a pounding of steps as Tony rushes up behind him.
"Something on your mind Dinozzo?"
Stepping into the elevator he sees his agent lean back against the wall. ".. just a long day Boss"
With a grunt he pushes the button for their floor. "Lots of long days Dinozzo"
"Boat building tonight Boss?"
"Steaks Tony"
With a gleam in his eye, Tony exclaims "I'll bring the beer"
With another grunt Gibbs nods his approval as they step out into the bullpen. Watching as his agents toss their bags behind their desks and sit down to work, he falls into his chair with a sigh. "Damned long day" he mutters to himself.
2 hours later he looks up and eyes the room. All is quiet except for the incessant tapping of fingers on keyboards. He looks over at McGee and sees him hunkered over his keyboard. His eyes tired as he reads his screen. Continuing his assessment his eyes lock on his second. His eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of Tony with his legs on his desk obviously playing a game on his phone. Tony looks up and catches his eye. "Report's in your inbox Boss" he says with a grin.
With a huff Gibbs stands up "Go home" he barks. The quick jerk of the other two agents gives him an amused smirk as they start shutting down. Grabbing his own gear he heads off to the elevator.
"On your six Boss" Dinozzo yells as he jogs up.
Once back in the elevator Tony pulls his phone back out of his pocket and continues his game.
"What level are you on now?"
"56" Tony grins
"McGee's still got a spitball in his hair"
His smile going wider, Tony says "Yup!"
With a chuckle Gibbs cuffs him on the back of the head
"Hey! What's that for?" Tony exclaims
"Good work today Tony" Gibbs mutters
With another grin Tony rubs the back of his head. Then his smile slips. Suddenly his normal joking-never mind me-I'm a harmless-goof mask falls off. "Long day Gibbs"
With a nod Gibbs turns to look at him. "I'm sure they're fine" he whispers
"... I haven't heard anything..." Tony mutters. He flips the screen of his phone around so that Gibbs can see it. The game's chat function active and flashing. He sees Tony has not received any response since he inquired 2 hours ago with a simple "All clear?"
With a shake of his head, Gibbs reaches over and squeezes Tony's shoulder. Letting out a shaky exhale Tony leans into the touch, dropping his phone into his suit pocket as the doors open on the parking garage.
An hour later Gibbs is slowly dragging the wood plane over the rib of the latest boat. He glances over at Tony as he sits on the steps of the basement. His eyes glued to the old black and white sitting on the shelf.
Years ago Tony had dragged that old TV down to Gibbs basement. Without a word he had plugged it in and pinned Gibbs with a glare in his response to "..Tony.. what the hell..?" Since then the TV sat on the shelf, covered in sawdust and mostly dark, unless Tony insisted on watching the news. Truthfully, Gibbs welcomed the company. If Tony was here, then he could keep an eye on him. After the day Kate died, and Ari had been shot in his basement, more nights than not, his steps were occupied by Tony. They never discussed why. He just knew. Tony liked to keep one eye on Gibb's back, and Gibbs liked that Tony liked to do that.
Most nights were spent in mostly silence, however, after the extra rough days they both ended up in this very spot quietly talking and draining the bottle of Woodford Reserve Gibbs kept on the shelf. Gibbs' hands drawing, cutting, sawing or sanding his latest boat. Tony deceptively sprawled over his steps with his long legs draped over the last 4 steps, his feet resting on the cement floor. Looking relaxed to the rest of the world, but Gibbs saw the tension in his eyes, his hand never far from the hip that held his weapon.
Over the years they had each probed the other's thoughts and experiences. Tony being the only one who knew that Gibb's joints ached with arthritis, that his nights were usually sleepless or nightmare filled. Tony knew the Leroy Jethro Gibbs that very few people have seen. Hell, Tony even knew how the boats got out of the basement. Likewise, Gibbs knew the real Tony. He knew the difference in the masks. He knew what that pain his green eyes alluded to when that mask slipped. He knew what the tremor in Tony's right hand came from and he knew that same hand could be steady and firm when he had his gun in it.
Pulled from his thoughts as Tony suddenly stood up, he realized it was the ringing of his phone that pulled his agent's attention from the TV screen.
Picking his phone up from the work bench, he answers in a tired voice "Gibbs"
A few heartbeats of dead air and then he hears the soft voice "..Railroad"
Yes, as the chapters progress you will notice crossovers so completely AU. This one is NCIS and Gibbs/Tony, but not Slash. I promise you that Chloe/Jack will be back in the story soon!
Jethro:
Sliding his hand along his stiff neck, he inhaled deeply the delicious aroma of the coffee in his hand as he stood in the alley watching his agents work. With a slight smirk at the antics of his second in command, he takes a deep drink of the hot, strong brew. Looking up at the late day DC sun he lets his eyes close to feel the warmth. His body aches. It's been a long day. With the US threat level raised due to whatever the hell was going on in NY, his team has been on call for almost 24 hours. The NCIS office a buzz all day with the majority of the agents actually on-site instead of in the field, he had finally had enough of catching up on paperwork while playing the waiting game. He'd almost breathed a sigh of relief when they had a missing petty officer and he could drag his agents into the field. Sitting at a desk all day watching the clock just waiting to see if they would be needed for this latest threat had kept him on edge. Especially since his lead agent didn't do well with being tied to a desk either. Looking over the scene he could just make out what appeared to be one of Tony's spitballs in McGee's hair.
With a sigh he barks "Pack it up". Watching them jerk to attention, he quickly walks back to the car with another smirk. "You haven't lost your touch LJ" he thinks.
20 mins later his tires squeal into the NCIS parking lot. With a quick glance to his side he sees his agent's white knuckles on the door. "Reports on my desk in 1 hour!" Stepping from the car he quickly makes his way through the parking garage. Stopping at the retinal scanner at the elevator he hears a pounding of steps as Tony rushes up behind him.
"Something on your mind Dinozzo?"
Stepping into the elevator he sees his agent lean back against the wall. ".. just a long day Boss"
With a grunt he pushes the button for their floor. "Lots of long days Dinozzo"
"Boat building tonight Boss?"
"Steaks Tony"
With a gleam in his eye, Tony exclaims "I'll bring the beer"
With another grunt Gibbs nods his approval as they step out into the bullpen. Watching as his agents toss their bags behind their desks and sit down to work, he falls into his chair with a sigh. "Damned long day" he mutters to himself.
2 hours later he looks up and eyes the room. All is quiet except for the incessant tapping of fingers on keyboards. He looks over at McGee and sees him hunkered over his keyboard. His eyes tired as he reads his screen. Continuing his assessment his eyes lock on his second. His eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of Tony with his legs on his desk obviously playing a game on his phone. Tony looks up and catches his eye. "Report's in your inbox Boss" he says with a grin.
With a huff Gibbs stands up "Go home" he barks. The quick jerk of the other two agents gives him an amused smirk as they start shutting down. Grabbing his own gear he heads off to the elevator.
"On your six Boss" Dinozzo yells as he jogs up.
Once back in the elevator Tony pulls his phone back out of his pocket and continues his game.
"What level are you on now?"
"56" Tony grins
"McGee's still got a spitball in his hair"
His smile going wider, Tony says "Yup!"
With a chuckle Gibbs cuffs him on the back of the head
"Hey! What's that for?" Tony exclaims
"Good work today Tony" Gibbs mutters
With another grin Tony rubs the back of his head. Then his smile slips. Suddenly his normal joking-never mind me-I'm a harmless-goof mask falls off. "Long day Gibbs"
With a nod Gibbs turns to look at him. "I'm sure they're fine" he whispers
"... I haven't heard anything..." Tony mutters. He flips the screen of his phone around so that Gibbs can see it. The game's chat function active and flashing. He sees Tony has not received any response since he inquired 2 hours ago with a simple "All clear?"
With a shake of his head, Gibbs reaches over and squeezes Tony's shoulder. Letting out a shaky exhale Tony leans into the touch, dropping his phone into his suit pocket as the doors open on the parking garage.
An hour later Gibbs is slowly dragging the wood plane over the rib of the latest boat. He glances over at Tony as he sits on the steps of the basement. His eyes glued to the old black and white sitting on the shelf.
Years ago Tony had dragged that old TV down to Gibbs basement. Without a word he had plugged it in and pinned Gibbs with a glare in his response to "..Tony.. what the hell..?" Since then the TV sat on the shelf, covered in sawdust and mostly dark, unless Tony insisted on watching the news. Truthfully, Gibbs welcomed the company. If Tony was here, then he could keep an eye on him. After the day Kate died, and Ari had been shot in his basement, more nights than not, his steps were occupied by Tony. They never discussed why. He just knew. Tony liked to keep one eye on Gibb's back, and Gibbs liked that Tony liked to do that.
Most nights were spent in mostly silence, however, after the extra rough days they both ended up in this very spot quietly talking and draining the bottle of Woodford Reserve Gibbs kept on the shelf. Gibbs' hands drawing, cutting, sawing or sanding his latest boat. Tony deceptively sprawled over his steps with his long legs draped over the last 4 steps, his feet resting on the cement floor. Looking relaxed to the rest of the world, but Gibbs saw the tension in his eyes, his hand never far from the hip that held his weapon.
Over the years they had each probed the other's thoughts and experiences. Tony being the only one who knew that Gibb's joints ached with arthritis, that his nights were usually sleepless or nightmare filled. Tony knew the Leroy Jethro Gibbs that very few people have seen. Hell, Tony even knew how the boats got out of the basement. Likewise, Gibbs knew the real Tony. He knew the difference in the masks. He knew what that pain his green eyes alluded to when that mask slipped. He knew what the tremor in Tony's right hand came from and he knew that same hand could be steady and firm when he had his gun in it.
Pulled from his thoughts as Tony suddenly stood up, he realized it was the ringing of his phone that pulled his agent's attention from the TV screen.
Picking his phone up from the work bench, he answers in a tired voice "Gibbs"
A few heartbeats of dead air and then he hears the soft voice "..Railroad"