Fiction. Gibbs Lays Down The Law
TITLE: Gibbs Lays Down The Law
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
SUMMARY: Gibbs arrives home to find Ducky doing something foolish.
WORD COUNT: 400
RATING: PG
WRITTEN FOR: ncis_drabble Challenge: 904: Above
"Hey, Duck, I'm home," Gibbs called, as he locked and bolted the front door. Silence greeted him. "Ducky?" He called more loudly.
"I'll be with in a moment, my dear." Ducky's voice was fainter than usual.
Gibbs didn't pull his Sig, but his hand hovered over it as he strode towards the kitchen. "Ducky!" He hurried over to where Ducky was somewhat precariously balanced atop a step-ladder, his hands above his head, just inside a cupboard. Gibbs steadied Ducky's legs, holding him firmly. "Let go of whatever you're holding."
"If I do, my dear, it will -"
"Let go of it, Ducky!"
Another second or two went by, before he heard Ducky sigh and obey him. The crash of several serving dishes smashing on the floor, reverberated around the kitchen, as Gibbs gripped Ducky's thighs more tightly and held him steady.
"Come on down now," he said, trying to keep the anger from his voice. "It's all right, I've got you. That's it, one step at a time." As Ducky took a step down, Gibbs moved his hands from around Ducky's thighs to around his waist and guided him down the remaining three steps.
Once Ducky was on the ground and Gibbs had helped him to a chair, he stood for a moment, his eyes closed, as he fought to get a grip on his temper. It wasn't so much anger he felt, but fear; fear as to what might have happened, had he not come home when he did.
Finally, he dropped down onto his heels and cupped Ducky's face. "I thought we agreed, Duck. If something was high enough up so you couldn't reach it without standing on something, that you'd wait until I came home. That cupboard's way above you being able to reach it. I can't reach it without a stool."
Ducky sighed softly. "I know, my dear. And I do apologize. I know I agreed. It's just - Oh, my dear Jethro, it is so hard getting old."
Gibbs frowned. "You're not old, Duck. You're just older. There's a difference. And you know what?"
"What, my dear?"
"I want you to live to get old. Okay?"
Ducky smiled a little and nodded. "Yes, my dear."
"Good. So no more climbing on stools or step-ladders or anything, okay? If you can't reach it, you wait for me. Promise?"
"Yes, my dear Jethro. I promise."
"Good." Gibbs kissed him.
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
SUMMARY: Gibbs arrives home to find Ducky doing something foolish.
WORD COUNT: 400
RATING: PG
WRITTEN FOR: ncis_drabble Challenge: 904: Above
"Hey, Duck, I'm home," Gibbs called, as he locked and bolted the front door. Silence greeted him. "Ducky?" He called more loudly.
"I'll be with in a moment, my dear." Ducky's voice was fainter than usual.
Gibbs didn't pull his Sig, but his hand hovered over it as he strode towards the kitchen. "Ducky!" He hurried over to where Ducky was somewhat precariously balanced atop a step-ladder, his hands above his head, just inside a cupboard. Gibbs steadied Ducky's legs, holding him firmly. "Let go of whatever you're holding."
"If I do, my dear, it will -"
"Let go of it, Ducky!"
Another second or two went by, before he heard Ducky sigh and obey him. The crash of several serving dishes smashing on the floor, reverberated around the kitchen, as Gibbs gripped Ducky's thighs more tightly and held him steady.
"Come on down now," he said, trying to keep the anger from his voice. "It's all right, I've got you. That's it, one step at a time." As Ducky took a step down, Gibbs moved his hands from around Ducky's thighs to around his waist and guided him down the remaining three steps.
Once Ducky was on the ground and Gibbs had helped him to a chair, he stood for a moment, his eyes closed, as he fought to get a grip on his temper. It wasn't so much anger he felt, but fear; fear as to what might have happened, had he not come home when he did.
Finally, he dropped down onto his heels and cupped Ducky's face. "I thought we agreed, Duck. If something was high enough up so you couldn't reach it without standing on something, that you'd wait until I came home. That cupboard's way above you being able to reach it. I can't reach it without a stool."
Ducky sighed softly. "I know, my dear. And I do apologize. I know I agreed. It's just - Oh, my dear Jethro, it is so hard getting old."
Gibbs frowned. "You're not old, Duck. You're just older. There's a difference. And you know what?"
"What, my dear?"
"I want you to live to get old. Okay?"
Ducky smiled a little and nodded. "Yes, my dear."
"Good. So no more climbing on stools or step-ladders or anything, okay? If you can't reach it, you wait for me. Promise?"
"Yes, my dear Jethro. I promise."
"Good." Gibbs kissed him.