Fiction. Find Tony
TITLE: Find Tony
FANDOM: NCIS
CHARACTERS: McGee, Ducky & Gibbs
GENRE: Gen
SUMMARY: Ducky puts him foot down.
WORD COUNT: 300
RATING: G
WRITTEN FOR: ncis_drabble Challenge: 896. Rest
"You need to rest, Timothy." Ducky spoke firmly, as he cleaned the deep, bleeding gash on McGee's head.
"I can't, Ducky. I've got to get back to work. Gibbs is relying on me. Do what you have to, but let go back to my desk and computer. I have to. I'm the only one who can find Tony. Please, Ducky."
Ducky sighed. "You really should have gone to the hospital. This needs sutures."
"Well, suture it. You're a surgeon."
"I cut bodies open, Timothy."
"But you sew them back together again."
"Yes, I know. However, I don't have to - Most of the time no one will see my handiwork."
"Ducky. I don't what it looks like. Just - Please, Ducky."
Ducky sighed again. "Oh, very well, Timothy." Swiftly, but expertly, he sutured the wound and dressed it. "I'll just make a sling for your arm and then, against my better judgement, you may go back to your desk."
"Thanks, Ducky." McGee knew Ducky had always intended to let him go back to work. He just wanted to ensure McGee wasn't about to collapse. To be honest, McGee wasn't entirely sure he wasn't. Once he'd found Tony then -
"And when you have located Anthony and Jethro and Ziva have gone to rescue him. You, Timothy McGee will rest. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah, Duck. He hears you. You done yet."
"Very nearly, Jethro. I want your word, my dear. You will order this young man to rest, once he has provided you with the information you need, will you not." It wasn't a question.
Despite everything, Gibbs managed to grin. "Yeah, Duck. I will. Come on, Tim. Let's go and find Tony."
With Gibbs's arm around him supporting him, McGee limped across Autopsy. Never had he been more glad of an elevator.
FANDOM: NCIS
CHARACTERS: McGee, Ducky & Gibbs
GENRE: Gen
SUMMARY: Ducky puts him foot down.
WORD COUNT: 300
RATING: G
WRITTEN FOR: ncis_drabble Challenge: 896. Rest
"You need to rest, Timothy." Ducky spoke firmly, as he cleaned the deep, bleeding gash on McGee's head.
"I can't, Ducky. I've got to get back to work. Gibbs is relying on me. Do what you have to, but let go back to my desk and computer. I have to. I'm the only one who can find Tony. Please, Ducky."
Ducky sighed. "You really should have gone to the hospital. This needs sutures."
"Well, suture it. You're a surgeon."
"I cut bodies open, Timothy."
"But you sew them back together again."
"Yes, I know. However, I don't have to - Most of the time no one will see my handiwork."
"Ducky. I don't what it looks like. Just - Please, Ducky."
Ducky sighed again. "Oh, very well, Timothy." Swiftly, but expertly, he sutured the wound and dressed it. "I'll just make a sling for your arm and then, against my better judgement, you may go back to your desk."
"Thanks, Ducky." McGee knew Ducky had always intended to let him go back to work. He just wanted to ensure McGee wasn't about to collapse. To be honest, McGee wasn't entirely sure he wasn't. Once he'd found Tony then -
"And when you have located Anthony and Jethro and Ziva have gone to rescue him. You, Timothy McGee will rest. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah, Duck. He hears you. You done yet."
"Very nearly, Jethro. I want your word, my dear. You will order this young man to rest, once he has provided you with the information you need, will you not." It wasn't a question.
Despite everything, Gibbs managed to grin. "Yeah, Duck. I will. Come on, Tim. Let's go and find Tony."
With Gibbs's arm around him supporting him, McGee limped across Autopsy. Never had he been more glad of an elevator.