Fanfiction: Stay Casual, Be Precious (Tony/Gibbs) 4/?
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo
Category(ies): Hurt/Comfort, angst, drama, romance, first time
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Episode(s): 1-20 Missing
Summary: Can something stay casual and be precious at the same time? And can that be enough? So what does Tony do now that he knows about Gibbs's feelings?
Don't ask, Don't tell!
After Gibbs had left, Tony knew what he had to do. He just couldn’t leave and loose his one chance with Gibbs. If the other man hadn’t been as open with him as he had, no one had to guess where he would have ended up a few weeks from now. Far away, that’s what.
He picked up his cell and called the Director. He knew it was late already but he also knew that Tom Morrow only left his office when he was sure that everything he had to do was finished. He didn’t have to wait long for his supervisor’s boss to pick up the phone. He apologized for the email and was granted the private meeting he asked for. Satisfied with the outcome he poured himself some scotch before moving to the bedroom.
When he hit the sheets he was exhausted but fell asleep with a soft smile on his face.
The next morning came sooner than he wanted. It was like any other Thursday. Late in the week but not weekend already. Thursdays just sucked.
He had slept without interruption. Unusual for him but after his undercover assignment with Jeffrey White as target his batteries were running dangerously low. He got up sluggishly, somehow found his way to the bathroom and when the water hit his back he let out a heartfelt sigh. The pressure was to die for and he stayed in as long as his water heater let him.
He had to force himself out and his muscles protested immediately. He hadn’t felt the ache before but he sure as hell did now. He had been checked up by Ducky who had cleared him to go home but he still had massive bruises littered all over his body. That’s what falling over and rolling down a not so short hill would do to you. Only now after a good nights’ sleep they started to bother him.
“Well, no use in complaining. You’re a big boy now. Suck it up.”
Taking his personal little pep talk to heart he shaved, brushed his teeth and styled his hair. He felt a bit chilly after leaving the warm bathroom but quickly got into some clothes. He knew black always made him look very attractive but the black suit combined with the black turtleneck underneath looked nothing short of hot on him. But it also had its practical uses.
Wearing a suit always made him keep a straight posture and kept him from slouching ever so slightly. It was innate maybe. So today he would seem a little stiff but that was ok. Nobody would be the wiser as to his bruises and difficulty to move much and quickly without pain. At least he hoped so.
And the turtleneck last but not least was also nice to hide the cut Jeffrey White’s knife had left. It was only a small one but it still had needed medical attention. As small as it was, it hadn’t stopped bleeding after several hours so his boss had sent him down to Ducky after having arrived back at his desk in the bullpen. The young killer had certainly known how to damage with minimal effort and he didn’t want to imagine what he would look like now, if his reflexes hadn’t been up to par. Or whether he would still be alive.
Putting a stopper on his dark thoughts he put on his watch and grabbed his holster, gun and badge. The ride to NCIS HQ was a short one and he still had some time left to grab a cup of coffee.
And coincidently (yeah, right!) he walked to the same coffee shop Gibbs preferred. He sighed at his subconscious choice and ordered his coffee and the sludge Gibbs usually drank in abundance.
“Might as well, since I’m already here.”
He made his way back to the Navy Yard and was surprised that the elevator came down immediately. So Gibbs wasn’t in his favourite conference room for once. This just had to be a good sign. Or maybe he just wanted it to be one to calm his nerves.
Being early he didn’t meet many people on the way to his desk. He walked straight up to it without looking into Gibbs’s direction. He felt uncomfortable and didn’t exactly know how to act.
He put down his coffee and, pulling himself together, turned around to face Gibbs’s desk. However it was empty. Sighing from relief and disappointment at the same time he leaned back against his desk
“Hey DiNozzo. You’re early.” Gibbs again had appeared somewhat out of thin air behind him and made Tony jump. When the latter turned around to face his boss however he only saw a slight smile and not the usual hard expression.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He joked and left out a “boss” or “Gibbs” on purpose. He knew that Gibbs wasn’t aware of him asking to stay at NCIS. He had made the director promise and he assumed that the man had stayed true to his word.
This time he let actions speak rather than words and handed Gibbs the coffee he had bought for him. The surprised (civilian equivalent: stunned) expression he got in return was enough to make him smile and forget part of his nervousness. As he was about to say something he heard the Director call his name. He looked apologetically at Gibbs and stepped past him to head to his private meeting with the “Big Boss”.
The way to the office felt like the walk to Canossa but ten times worse. He berated himself for being as foolish as to think that he really wanted to leave all this behind for good.
“Please take a seat Mr. DiNozzo and make yourself comfortable. You’re early and I don’t have any pressing matters to attend to immediately. As I understand it you wanted to talk to me urgently. Am I right to assume that this is in relation to the mail you sent me yesterday with your official resignation?”
Special Agent DiNozzo took a steadying breath and nodded. “Yes, Director, indeed it is. I wanted to apologize for all the inconvenience. I fear that I made the wrong decision and I regret it deeply. I know that I made an official resignation instead of talking to you beforehand and for than I want to apologize. If I could reverse my course of action I would and I’m sorry that I can’t.”
Keeping a neutral facial expression Morrow studied the man. He seemed sincere in what he said but he had to make sure.
“I take it your change in opinion has something to do with Agent Gibbs’s visit last night. Am I right?” that he had hit home was obvious by the sudden tension in his Agents posture and in the pallor that spread over his face.
“Yes, you are, Director. Agent Gibbs came by my apartment and talked some sense into me. So to speak.”
Nodding in agreement Morrow stood up and moved to pour them out scotch in a tumbler. He handed one to Tony and kept the other one in his hand. He was facing the window when he asked his last but also most important question. “How much do you want to stay?”
Tony had to clear his throat before answering. He knew that this was it. That the director’s decision depended on this answer.
“Sir, I know I damaged the trust you put in me by resigning yesterday without as much as a warning before. I can only tell you that my reasons were personal and seemed to justify my course of action. Agent Gibbs set me right, yes. However I also know that I could never leave DC and NCIS easily. This job is the best thing that could have happened to me. I am honoured to have worked for you and for our country this long. I would love to continue to do so and if I have to prove myself before being suitable for fieldwork again I will accept that too. I don’t want to leave NCIS even though I gave a different impression yesterday, sir.”
Tony didn’t know if he had convinced the Director of his sincerity but he had said as much as he could without laying bare his and Gibbs feelings. After all this was NCIS, an organisation as close to military as it can get without actually being military. He knew all about “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell!” and he wasn’t about to jeopardize Gibbs future at NCIS. If this explanation wasn’t enough he would have to live with it. At least then he had prevented Gibbs’s official outing.
“I appreciate your doing Agent DiNozzo.”
Tony questioningly raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t quite follow.”
“Then let me phrase it differently. I appreciate you trying to protect Agent Gibbs’s reputation and career. I too know all about “Don’t ask, don’t tell!” therefore I won’t ask but I want you to be very careful Agent DiNozzo. There is only so much I can do as Director of NCIS!”
Morrow was now facing Tony and suddenly it became all clear. Tom Morrow was giving him a second chance. Not only was he accepting his apology and declaring his resignation nil, no, also did he approve of whatever was going on between two of his male agents. Supervisor and subordinate at that.
“Thank you, Director. I will do my very best. I won’t take this lightly. There’s too much at stake.” that was all that needed to be said. Both men knew that this wasn’t only about the job but about a lot more.
A firm handshake later Tony was on his way back into the bullpen. He felt relieved and his step was lighter than this morning when he came in. Even his bruised and battered body didn’t keep him from striding along forcefully and with newfound energy.
TBC
comments are highly appreciated *smile*
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo
Category(ies): Hurt/Comfort, angst, drama, romance, first time
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Episode(s): 1-20 Missing
Summary: Can something stay casual and be precious at the same time? And can that be enough? So what does Tony do now that he knows about Gibbs's feelings?
Don't ask, Don't tell!
After Gibbs had left, Tony knew what he had to do. He just couldn’t leave and loose his one chance with Gibbs. If the other man hadn’t been as open with him as he had, no one had to guess where he would have ended up a few weeks from now. Far away, that’s what.
He picked up his cell and called the Director. He knew it was late already but he also knew that Tom Morrow only left his office when he was sure that everything he had to do was finished. He didn’t have to wait long for his supervisor’s boss to pick up the phone. He apologized for the email and was granted the private meeting he asked for. Satisfied with the outcome he poured himself some scotch before moving to the bedroom.
When he hit the sheets he was exhausted but fell asleep with a soft smile on his face.
The next morning came sooner than he wanted. It was like any other Thursday. Late in the week but not weekend already. Thursdays just sucked.
He had slept without interruption. Unusual for him but after his undercover assignment with Jeffrey White as target his batteries were running dangerously low. He got up sluggishly, somehow found his way to the bathroom and when the water hit his back he let out a heartfelt sigh. The pressure was to die for and he stayed in as long as his water heater let him.
He had to force himself out and his muscles protested immediately. He hadn’t felt the ache before but he sure as hell did now. He had been checked up by Ducky who had cleared him to go home but he still had massive bruises littered all over his body. That’s what falling over and rolling down a not so short hill would do to you. Only now after a good nights’ sleep they started to bother him.
“Well, no use in complaining. You’re a big boy now. Suck it up.”
Taking his personal little pep talk to heart he shaved, brushed his teeth and styled his hair. He felt a bit chilly after leaving the warm bathroom but quickly got into some clothes. He knew black always made him look very attractive but the black suit combined with the black turtleneck underneath looked nothing short of hot on him. But it also had its practical uses.
Wearing a suit always made him keep a straight posture and kept him from slouching ever so slightly. It was innate maybe. So today he would seem a little stiff but that was ok. Nobody would be the wiser as to his bruises and difficulty to move much and quickly without pain. At least he hoped so.
And the turtleneck last but not least was also nice to hide the cut Jeffrey White’s knife had left. It was only a small one but it still had needed medical attention. As small as it was, it hadn’t stopped bleeding after several hours so his boss had sent him down to Ducky after having arrived back at his desk in the bullpen. The young killer had certainly known how to damage with minimal effort and he didn’t want to imagine what he would look like now, if his reflexes hadn’t been up to par. Or whether he would still be alive.
Putting a stopper on his dark thoughts he put on his watch and grabbed his holster, gun and badge. The ride to NCIS HQ was a short one and he still had some time left to grab a cup of coffee.
And coincidently (yeah, right!) he walked to the same coffee shop Gibbs preferred. He sighed at his subconscious choice and ordered his coffee and the sludge Gibbs usually drank in abundance.
“Might as well, since I’m already here.”
He made his way back to the Navy Yard and was surprised that the elevator came down immediately. So Gibbs wasn’t in his favourite conference room for once. This just had to be a good sign. Or maybe he just wanted it to be one to calm his nerves.
Being early he didn’t meet many people on the way to his desk. He walked straight up to it without looking into Gibbs’s direction. He felt uncomfortable and didn’t exactly know how to act.
He put down his coffee and, pulling himself together, turned around to face Gibbs’s desk. However it was empty. Sighing from relief and disappointment at the same time he leaned back against his desk
“Hey DiNozzo. You’re early.” Gibbs again had appeared somewhat out of thin air behind him and made Tony jump. When the latter turned around to face his boss however he only saw a slight smile and not the usual hard expression.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He joked and left out a “boss” or “Gibbs” on purpose. He knew that Gibbs wasn’t aware of him asking to stay at NCIS. He had made the director promise and he assumed that the man had stayed true to his word.
This time he let actions speak rather than words and handed Gibbs the coffee he had bought for him. The surprised (civilian equivalent: stunned) expression he got in return was enough to make him smile and forget part of his nervousness. As he was about to say something he heard the Director call his name. He looked apologetically at Gibbs and stepped past him to head to his private meeting with the “Big Boss”.
The way to the office felt like the walk to Canossa but ten times worse. He berated himself for being as foolish as to think that he really wanted to leave all this behind for good.
“Please take a seat Mr. DiNozzo and make yourself comfortable. You’re early and I don’t have any pressing matters to attend to immediately. As I understand it you wanted to talk to me urgently. Am I right to assume that this is in relation to the mail you sent me yesterday with your official resignation?”
Special Agent DiNozzo took a steadying breath and nodded. “Yes, Director, indeed it is. I wanted to apologize for all the inconvenience. I fear that I made the wrong decision and I regret it deeply. I know that I made an official resignation instead of talking to you beforehand and for than I want to apologize. If I could reverse my course of action I would and I’m sorry that I can’t.”
Keeping a neutral facial expression Morrow studied the man. He seemed sincere in what he said but he had to make sure.
“I take it your change in opinion has something to do with Agent Gibbs’s visit last night. Am I right?” that he had hit home was obvious by the sudden tension in his Agents posture and in the pallor that spread over his face.
“Yes, you are, Director. Agent Gibbs came by my apartment and talked some sense into me. So to speak.”
Nodding in agreement Morrow stood up and moved to pour them out scotch in a tumbler. He handed one to Tony and kept the other one in his hand. He was facing the window when he asked his last but also most important question. “How much do you want to stay?”
Tony had to clear his throat before answering. He knew that this was it. That the director’s decision depended on this answer.
“Sir, I know I damaged the trust you put in me by resigning yesterday without as much as a warning before. I can only tell you that my reasons were personal and seemed to justify my course of action. Agent Gibbs set me right, yes. However I also know that I could never leave DC and NCIS easily. This job is the best thing that could have happened to me. I am honoured to have worked for you and for our country this long. I would love to continue to do so and if I have to prove myself before being suitable for fieldwork again I will accept that too. I don’t want to leave NCIS even though I gave a different impression yesterday, sir.”
Tony didn’t know if he had convinced the Director of his sincerity but he had said as much as he could without laying bare his and Gibbs feelings. After all this was NCIS, an organisation as close to military as it can get without actually being military. He knew all about “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell!” and he wasn’t about to jeopardize Gibbs future at NCIS. If this explanation wasn’t enough he would have to live with it. At least then he had prevented Gibbs’s official outing.
“I appreciate your doing Agent DiNozzo.”
Tony questioningly raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t quite follow.”
“Then let me phrase it differently. I appreciate you trying to protect Agent Gibbs’s reputation and career. I too know all about “Don’t ask, don’t tell!” therefore I won’t ask but I want you to be very careful Agent DiNozzo. There is only so much I can do as Director of NCIS!”
Morrow was now facing Tony and suddenly it became all clear. Tom Morrow was giving him a second chance. Not only was he accepting his apology and declaring his resignation nil, no, also did he approve of whatever was going on between two of his male agents. Supervisor and subordinate at that.
“Thank you, Director. I will do my very best. I won’t take this lightly. There’s too much at stake.” that was all that needed to be said. Both men knew that this wasn’t only about the job but about a lot more.
A firm handshake later Tony was on his way back into the bullpen. He felt relieved and his step was lighter than this morning when he came in. Even his bruised and battered body didn’t keep him from striding along forcefully and with newfound energy.
TBC
comments are highly appreciated *smile*