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Prepare yourselves for a shock.
We have angst! It's not deeply angsty, but it can, in no way, shape or form, be considered fluffy! It's a bit different from my usual stuff, (obviously) so tell me what you think!
*does tribal dance around laptop...don't quite know why*
A post-Hiatus fic, that deals with Abby, Tony and Gibbs.
Some things, it seemed, were just not his anymore.
The squad-room was dark; small patches of light from desk lamps the only illumination in the room. Looking down from the landing in front of MTAC, if Gibbs leant just the right way, he could see DiNozzo, still at his desk. Well, his new old desk. He’d said he had some papers to fill out, and with a nod had settled down to finish them.
Contrary to popular belief, Gibbs was, if not upset, slightly irked by the fact that he’d swooped back into NCIS and his old position. He’d known that DiNozzo would be offered a similar job, perhaps something even more important. He’d even coaxed Jen into the idea, but his 2IC still remained in DC, and he had to admit that he was pleased his team was as it used to be.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of black. Quick heavy footsteps, accompanied by a jingle of chains got louder and louder as Abby all but ran to Tony’s desk.
He pricked his ears, standing completely still. It wasn’t so much about eavesdropping as it was making sure she was alright. The expression on her face indicated otherwise.
“Got another ten messages. Don’t know why he won’t leave me alone.”
Tony all but sprang from his desk, one hand going to secure his gun, the other his jacket from his chair.
“I so do not need another stalker Tony.”
Gibbs went to move, to see just what the hell was going on, but froze when Tony put his hand on the small of her back. There was nothing romantic in the gesture, but it came with an air of protection. “I’ll be your knight in shining…Armani, Abby.”
She smiled, the panicked look in her eyes finally dimming. “Thanks, Tony.”
He flicked his collar out. “Come on, I’ll drive you home. Your cable connection defies all odds and your couch is comfy.”
Abby laughed as they walked towards the exit. “McGee tweaked it for me, which is not to say I couldn’t have done it myself.”
The elevator doors sprung open, but there was enough time for him to see Tony’s expression of mock-disgust. “I don’t want to know what McGee’s tweaked for you, Abs.”
His hand was still on her back and he shoved her into the lift gently, before stepping in after her. Not before he ran his hand over his gun in one disguised movement, as if checking to see it was there.
Gibbs didn’t like what that might mean. When the lights over the elevator darkened, to indicate they weren’t in use, he went down the stairs, stopping just in front of his desk. He stared at it contemplatively. He’d taken his old job back; his old position as team leader.
He turned to look at Tony’s desk, thinking of the way Abby had calmed when his 2IC had told her he'd take care of her. Some things, it seemed, were just not his anymore. Not quite yet.
How cool are these lyrics? It's from Chumbawamba's "Don't Try This At Home."
gunpowder and modem
and a dream of liberty
and then they'll tell you;
don't try this at home
The first line is so cool!