Fic: Hopeless Case
TITLE: Hopeless Case
AUTHOR: Sage Harper (aka Erehwon6)
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: established relationship, songfic
WORD COUNT: 975
WARNINGS: None
SPOILERS: N/A
SUMMARY: Everyone knows Gibbs is addicted to coffee, but that’s not his only vice.
DISCLAIMER: The lyrics are courtesy of Robert Palmer, everyone else belongs to Donald P. Bellisario et all, I'm just borrowing and will put them back when I've finished.
AUTHOUR'S NOTES Written for the Psych_30 prompt; #3 - addiction. My prompt table is here.
Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your mind is not your own
“Uh, earth to Gibbs, Boss are you receiving me, over.”
“Yeah, I hear you DiNozzo, though it’s kinda hard with that noise in the background.”
Tony DiNozzo snapped off his walkman, slightly offended.
“This music helps me concentrate.” He said, mentally adding ‘which is something you could use a little help with too’.
“If you say so, well go on then. What were you gonna say?”
“I’ve got those files you wanted.”
“Good, thanks.”
McGee caught Tony’s eye, with a curious expression, but all DiNozzo could do was shrug.
You can’t sleep, you can’t eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
“How much longer, Abby?”
The labtech frowned
“I told you, Ziva, three hours.”
“No, I mean Gibbs, acting, well … not like Gibbs.”
Tony nodded in concurrence with his fellow field agent.
“His lunch is sitting on the desk, barely nibbled, he doesn’t look like he slept too well last night either.”
“He has been this way before?”
“Yeah, a few times,” Abby admitted “but not since you got here. And certainly not this bad. Thankfully by this time tomorrow he’ll be back to the Gibbs we know and love.”
“So, you are not going to explain?”
“Ziva, trust me,” Tony stated “when it comes to Gibbs, there are things you’re better off not knowing.”
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff
Oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough.
Gibbs whacked himself across the back of the head, as he was oft to do to his team.
‘get a damn grip’ he scolded himself.
He’d never been this way before, certainly his ex-wives had never had such an effect on him, which admittably was probably why they were ex-wives. Even having to forgo his coffee didn’t produce such a hellish impact.
He knew full well it was absurd, he was far too old to be carrying on this way, and yet … he just couldn’t help it.
You see the signs, but you can’t read
You’re runnin at a different speed
“Just two more hours, Gibbs.”
“I meant for the results.”
“So did I.” Abby said, innocently.
Gibbs walked further into the lab, coming to stand beside Abby.
“It’s OK, really, I totally understand you being so impatient.”
“Yeah, I’d never cut it doing lab-work… Catch you later Abs.”
You heart beats in double time … a one track mind
One hour to go, forty five minutes, forty three mintues,
has the damn clock stopped?
thirty minutes, ten, three
Was that the elevator?
You can’t be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there’s some left for you
You don’t mind if you do
“Hello, Dr. Mallard.”
“Yeah, Hi Ducky,”
“How was the forencis conference?”
“Hello Ziva, Tony, the conference was wonderful Tim. We discussed some very interesting theories… oh goodness, yes Abigail I missed you too.”
Gibbs chuckled, envying Abby’s audacity to just run over and instigate a hug.
“I do of course have presents for you all,” Ducky pulled a plain plastic bag from his carry-on holdall. Then their eyes met across the room, and time stopped all together.
“Here, Abby, you take these and distribute them amongst yourselves. I need to have a word with agent Gibbs, in private.”
Too enthralled by their gifts the team didn’t pay any attention as Ducky crossed the squad room. Then swiftly exited followed by Gibbs.
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff
Oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you cant get enough
Ducky smiled softly. Many thought Gibbs was cold, emotionless, certainly not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. But Ducky had know him for many years, and knew all too well how to read the subtilties of Gibbs. At the moment he had entered the squad room Ducky had seen the flare of delight and relief in Gibbs’ eyes, which was rapidly evolving into more base desires.
Not that Ducky had the slightest cause for complaint, he was exactly the same, if not even more blatant. He marvelled that after all these years they could still affect each other to such a degree.
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love.
They decided not to stay in autopsy, as Mr Palmer would be there, so instead Gibbs steered them toward the deserted garage area, unlocked Ducky’s van, and helped his lover inside.
“Well now this is certainly an interesting turn of events,” Ducky began, sitting down on the padded gurney and wriggling a little to check it was locked in place. Satisfied this was so he continued. “Must confess I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“First time for everything,” Gibbs sat down beside him.
“Actually, now I think of it, this does rather remind me of …”
Gibbs silenced him with a kiss.
Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your will is not your own
Your heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you’ll be mine
“I really missed you, Duck.” Gibbs said, once he’s finally caught his breath.
Ducky gazed up, and tightened his embrace.
“And I missed my dearest, though admittedly the thought of our reunion did prove a welcome diversion.”
Gibbs smiled
“Same here,” he admitted. Then gently disengaged himself. “we better get back, work to do y’know. And the kid’ll probably be wondering where we got to.”
“Ah, yes, of course” Ducky began to dress “what should we say, if anyone asks?”
“Could always just tell them the truth.” Gibbs shrugged, with a wicked grin “It’s not like they’d believe us anyway.”
“Perhaps, but I’d prefer to err on the side of caution.”
“Sure, whatever makes you happy.”
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love
AUTHOR: Sage Harper (aka Erehwon6)
PAIRING: Gibbs/Ducky
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: established relationship, songfic
WORD COUNT: 975
WARNINGS: None
SPOILERS: N/A
SUMMARY: Everyone knows Gibbs is addicted to coffee, but that’s not his only vice.
DISCLAIMER: The lyrics are courtesy of Robert Palmer, everyone else belongs to Donald P. Bellisario et all, I'm just borrowing and will put them back when I've finished.
AUTHOUR'S NOTES Written for the Psych_30 prompt; #3 - addiction. My prompt table is here.
Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your mind is not your own
“Uh, earth to Gibbs, Boss are you receiving me, over.”
“Yeah, I hear you DiNozzo, though it’s kinda hard with that noise in the background.”
Tony DiNozzo snapped off his walkman, slightly offended.
“This music helps me concentrate.” He said, mentally adding ‘which is something you could use a little help with too’.
“If you say so, well go on then. What were you gonna say?”
“I’ve got those files you wanted.”
“Good, thanks.”
McGee caught Tony’s eye, with a curious expression, but all DiNozzo could do was shrug.
You can’t sleep, you can’t eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
“How much longer, Abby?”
The labtech frowned
“I told you, Ziva, three hours.”
“No, I mean Gibbs, acting, well … not like Gibbs.”
Tony nodded in concurrence with his fellow field agent.
“His lunch is sitting on the desk, barely nibbled, he doesn’t look like he slept too well last night either.”
“He has been this way before?”
“Yeah, a few times,” Abby admitted “but not since you got here. And certainly not this bad. Thankfully by this time tomorrow he’ll be back to the Gibbs we know and love.”
“So, you are not going to explain?”
“Ziva, trust me,” Tony stated “when it comes to Gibbs, there are things you’re better off not knowing.”
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff
Oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough.
Gibbs whacked himself across the back of the head, as he was oft to do to his team.
‘get a damn grip’ he scolded himself.
He’d never been this way before, certainly his ex-wives had never had such an effect on him, which admittably was probably why they were ex-wives. Even having to forgo his coffee didn’t produce such a hellish impact.
He knew full well it was absurd, he was far too old to be carrying on this way, and yet … he just couldn’t help it.
You see the signs, but you can’t read
You’re runnin at a different speed
“Just two more hours, Gibbs.”
“I meant for the results.”
“So did I.” Abby said, innocently.
Gibbs walked further into the lab, coming to stand beside Abby.
“It’s OK, really, I totally understand you being so impatient.”
“Yeah, I’d never cut it doing lab-work… Catch you later Abs.”
You heart beats in double time … a one track mind
One hour to go, forty five minutes, forty three mintues,
has the damn clock stopped?
thirty minutes, ten, three
Was that the elevator?
You can’t be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there’s some left for you
You don’t mind if you do
“Hello, Dr. Mallard.”
“Yeah, Hi Ducky,”
“How was the forencis conference?”
“Hello Ziva, Tony, the conference was wonderful Tim. We discussed some very interesting theories… oh goodness, yes Abigail I missed you too.”
Gibbs chuckled, envying Abby’s audacity to just run over and instigate a hug.
“I do of course have presents for you all,” Ducky pulled a plain plastic bag from his carry-on holdall. Then their eyes met across the room, and time stopped all together.
“Here, Abby, you take these and distribute them amongst yourselves. I need to have a word with agent Gibbs, in private.”
Too enthralled by their gifts the team didn’t pay any attention as Ducky crossed the squad room. Then swiftly exited followed by Gibbs.
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff
Oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you cant get enough
Ducky smiled softly. Many thought Gibbs was cold, emotionless, certainly not one to wear his heart on his sleeve. But Ducky had know him for many years, and knew all too well how to read the subtilties of Gibbs. At the moment he had entered the squad room Ducky had seen the flare of delight and relief in Gibbs’ eyes, which was rapidly evolving into more base desires.
Not that Ducky had the slightest cause for complaint, he was exactly the same, if not even more blatant. He marvelled that after all these years they could still affect each other to such a degree.
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love.
They decided not to stay in autopsy, as Mr Palmer would be there, so instead Gibbs steered them toward the deserted garage area, unlocked Ducky’s van, and helped his lover inside.
“Well now this is certainly an interesting turn of events,” Ducky began, sitting down on the padded gurney and wriggling a little to check it was locked in place. Satisfied this was so he continued. “Must confess I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“First time for everything,” Gibbs sat down beside him.
“Actually, now I think of it, this does rather remind me of …”
Gibbs silenced him with a kiss.
Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your will is not your own
Your heart sweats and teeth grind
Another kiss and you’ll be mine
“I really missed you, Duck.” Gibbs said, once he’s finally caught his breath.
Ducky gazed up, and tightened his embrace.
“And I missed my dearest, though admittedly the thought of our reunion did prove a welcome diversion.”
Gibbs smiled
“Same here,” he admitted. Then gently disengaged himself. “we better get back, work to do y’know. And the kid’ll probably be wondering where we got to.”
“Ah, yes, of course” Ducky began to dress “what should we say, if anyone asks?”
“Could always just tell them the truth.” Gibbs shrugged, with a wicked grin “It’s not like they’d believe us anyway.”
“Perhaps, but I’d prefer to err on the side of caution.”
“Sure, whatever makes you happy.”
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to love