Tony furtively crept down the stairs, paying close attention to that third step that always creaked. Logically, he knew that Gibbs would know who placed it in the stocking since there were only the two of them. And Tony couldn't play that one off on Santa, because Santa didn't exist. Especially a Santa that delivered items found in those dark and seedy stores with the blacked out windows.
No, Gibbs would know, but that meant that Tony wouldn't need to ask. Gibbs would know and Tony could only hope that the man felt the same way.
"Please," Tony whispered as he placed the wooden paddle in his stocking. "Please let him want this too."
"I do," the words caused Tony to jump, but he was steadied by strong arms wrapping around him. "All you had to do was ask."
Jethro looked over at the younger man with the short cropped hair and could see the desolation building within him. He wanted to find some way to help the man, the same way Franks had helped him all those years ago when he'd been poached from a bad situation in Baltimore
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Re: A Blast from the PastkaylashayDecember 19 2011, 03:16:44 UTC
Tim closed his eyes, but he kept seeing Kate. Kate in her skin tight outfit, the wide collar around her neck.
It was Abby's fault really. When they'd been dating, they'd played a 'who would you do' game and Kate had been in the mix. That night had ended with a little role playing and he never thought privately of Kate the same way again. If he wasn't positive that Tony didn't think about her in that Catholic schoolgirl outfit, then he'd be upset.
Instead, he went with the flow and just remembered her in whatever way he could. Because remembering was all that mattered.
Gibbs is having nightmares about the 'failures' in his life. Failure to protect Shannon and Kelly. Failure to save Kate, Jenny, even Mike. He normally wakes up alone from these nightmares, until one night when he was woken by Tony.
Gibbs jolted awake on the couch and scrubbed a calloused hand down his face. Everyone said that time healed, but to him, it was only making it worse. Much, much worse.
Every night it was like a parade through his nightmares. Shannon and Kelly, Kate, Jenny, Mike and all the countless he couldn't keep from death. But even worse was the nights when those still living graced his dreams, presenting him countless what-if scenarios of if what could have happened.
No, time wasn't making it better, it was just making it worse.
A week later...Tony jolted awake when he heard a muffled cry coming from the living room. He rolled out of the guest bed and grabbed his gun from the nightstand
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Four hours. Gibbs had been in the hands of Benson for four hours and they didn't have the first lead on how to find the man. Tony knew the others were giving him worried looks, but he couldn't help it. Gibbs was in the hands of a monster and they had no way of finding him
( ... )
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No, Gibbs would know, but that meant that Tony wouldn't need to ask. Gibbs would know and Tony could only hope that the man felt the same way.
"Please," Tony whispered as he placed the wooden paddle in his stocking. "Please let him want this too."
"I do," the words caused Tony to jump, but he was steadied by strong arms wrapping around him. "All you had to do was ask."
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:)
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Epic epic love for this!!!!!!!
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It was Abby's fault really. When they'd been dating, they'd played a 'who would you do' game and Kate had been in the mix. That night had ended with a little role playing and he never thought privately of Kate the same way again. If he wasn't positive that Tony didn't think about her in that Catholic schoolgirl outfit, then he'd be upset.
Instead, he went with the flow and just remembered her in whatever way he could. Because remembering was all that mattered.
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Every night it was like a parade through his nightmares. Shannon and Kelly, Kate, Jenny, Mike and all the countless he couldn't keep from death. But even worse was the nights when those still living graced his dreams, presenting him countless what-if scenarios of if what could have happened.
No, time wasn't making it better, it was just making it worse.
A week later...Tony jolted awake when he heard a muffled cry coming from the living room. He rolled out of the guest bed and grabbed his gun from the nightstand ( ... )
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So, um, when are we going to see this on the show? Be so kind and take care of this, would you? Thanks! *g*
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