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Title: Silk Not Steel
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Captain Jack Harkness, Tony DiNozzo
Rating: PG
Notes: It all started when donutsweeper commented that she would take a hot and bothered Tony [...] Maybe wearing only his shoulder holster and I replied possibly tied with a bow? and progressed from there until there was nothing left for me to do but to provide birthday!comment fic.
Summary: The one where Tony's all tied up.
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Still unbeta'd though tidied up a little round the edges since I commented with it here a couple of hours ago.
Silk Not Steel
Gibbs strode across the parking lot, rapped on side panel of the van that was parked there, and not bothering to wait, flung open the door and climbed right on in.
“Harkness!” he barked, throwing the door closed behind him.
“Agent Gibbs,” Harkness replied, hands coming up as he started to his feet. “I can explain--”
Gibbs cut him off with a look. It was at times like this a really good poker stare came in handy. Give it long enough and nine times out of ten the victim of such sustained attention gave him plenty of rope with which to hang them. Though it looked like, in this case, there was plenty of actual rope already to hand. Silk rope at that.
As it turned out, it was Tony caved first. “I got some fresh intel on our friendly neighborhood mad scientist, Boss!” he blurted out.
“The seafood fetish guy,” chipped in Harkness.
“I kinda guessed which one he meant,” Gibbs snapped, gesturing at Tony. “Why else would my senior field agent be lying in the back of a surveillance vehicle parked at the beach, stripped to his undershorts and dripping water all over the place! Though it does leave the question: Why’s he trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey?”
“Uhhh…” said Tony.
“Ah…” said Harkness.
The two men exchanged glances.
“I kind of got out of my depth,” admitted Tony, looking shamefaced. “Jack was kind enough to come rescue me.”
“So you half drowned and then he thought it was a good idea to tie you up instead of getting you medical attention?”
“Yes--”
“No--”
“That is--” They said, talking over each other.
"I didn't half drown," Tony clarified, aiming a kick at Harkness's ankles. "I just... went for a swim."
Harkness winced. "A very determined swim," he elaborated.
Gibbs resisted the urge to bang their heads together; the pair of them were giving him a headache.
“You!“ he said, pointing at Harkness. “Explain.”
But, once again, it was Tony who spoke first. “I thought I saw a mermaid.”
“You thought you saw a mermaid,” Gibbs echoed.
“She had wings,” Tony added, like that helped.
First giant crabs and now mermaids with wings -- it figured. Kinda. “And that explains why you’re tied up, how, exactly?”
“I think she was part Siren, Agent Gibbs,” put in Harkness. “As soon as I got Tony onto the beach he punched me to the ground and tried to dive back in. I had no option but to restrain him.”
“And what, you don’t carry handcuffs?”
Harkness shrugged, slid open the door and grinned over his shoulder as he stepped down, out of the van. “Now where would be the fun in that Agent Gibbs? Where would be the fun in that?”
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Captain Jack Harkness, Tony DiNozzo
Rating: PG
Notes: It all started when donutsweeper commented that she would take a hot and bothered Tony [...] Maybe wearing only his shoulder holster and I replied possibly tied with a bow? and progressed from there until there was nothing left for me to do but to provide birthday!comment fic.
Summary: The one where Tony's all tied up.
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Still unbeta'd though tidied up a little round the edges since I commented with it here a couple of hours ago.
Silk Not Steel
Gibbs strode across the parking lot, rapped on side panel of the van that was parked there, and not bothering to wait, flung open the door and climbed right on in.
“Harkness!” he barked, throwing the door closed behind him.
“Agent Gibbs,” Harkness replied, hands coming up as he started to his feet. “I can explain--”
Gibbs cut him off with a look. It was at times like this a really good poker stare came in handy. Give it long enough and nine times out of ten the victim of such sustained attention gave him plenty of rope with which to hang them. Though it looked like, in this case, there was plenty of actual rope already to hand. Silk rope at that.
As it turned out, it was Tony caved first. “I got some fresh intel on our friendly neighborhood mad scientist, Boss!” he blurted out.
“The seafood fetish guy,” chipped in Harkness.
“I kinda guessed which one he meant,” Gibbs snapped, gesturing at Tony. “Why else would my senior field agent be lying in the back of a surveillance vehicle parked at the beach, stripped to his undershorts and dripping water all over the place! Though it does leave the question: Why’s he trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey?”
“Uhhh…” said Tony.
“Ah…” said Harkness.
The two men exchanged glances.
“I kind of got out of my depth,” admitted Tony, looking shamefaced. “Jack was kind enough to come rescue me.”
“So you half drowned and then he thought it was a good idea to tie you up instead of getting you medical attention?”
“Yes--”
“No--”
“That is--” They said, talking over each other.
"I didn't half drown," Tony clarified, aiming a kick at Harkness's ankles. "I just... went for a swim."
Harkness winced. "A very determined swim," he elaborated.
Gibbs resisted the urge to bang their heads together; the pair of them were giving him a headache.
“You!“ he said, pointing at Harkness. “Explain.”
But, once again, it was Tony who spoke first. “I thought I saw a mermaid.”
“You thought you saw a mermaid,” Gibbs echoed.
“She had wings,” Tony added, like that helped.
First giant crabs and now mermaids with wings -- it figured. Kinda. “And that explains why you’re tied up, how, exactly?”
“I think she was part Siren, Agent Gibbs,” put in Harkness. “As soon as I got Tony onto the beach he punched me to the ground and tried to dive back in. I had no option but to restrain him.”
“And what, you don’t carry handcuffs?”
Harkness shrugged, slid open the door and grinned over his shoulder as he stepped down, out of the van. “Now where would be the fun in that Agent Gibbs? Where would be the fun in that?”