Fiction: Tidings of Comfort and Joy
TITLE: Tidings of Comfort and Joy
AUTHOR: ashley_pitt
CHARACTERS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky” Mallard, Nessie
GENRE: Slash
SUMMARY: Later on Christmas day. Follows God Rest Ye Merry,Gentlemen
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Written as promised as a Christmas card for timothy_quinn
Jethro was awakened by the sound of scratching at the bedroom door. He reached over and nudged the sleeping form next to him
“It was your idea to let her sleep with us, Duck. You get to take her for walkies”
“Mhm,” came the fuzzy reply.
“Aw, I can’t let you do all the work.” the gray-haired agent said, “While you two are busy, I will make us breakfast.”
“Your generosity under whelms me, my dear,” Ducky said as he donned his robe and slippers. He had barely opened the door when Nessie nosed her way through and barreled down the stairs.
“I think you better hurry, Duck”
A short time later, Gibbs had his coffee and Ducky’s tea ready. He was just sitting down when the dog hurtled in to the kitchen and onto his lap.
“Oh Jethro, Miss Nessie was so comical outside. It started to snow and she kept jumping up to bite the snowflakes.”
Ducky sat down and poured himself tea.
“Okay?”
“Perfect, you learned well, Jethro.”
“Had a good teacher, Duck. Hey, you look cold. Come in to the den. I have a fire going.”
The two went into the den and sat comfortably close on the sofa.
“You know Jethro,” the ME said, “As the children are coming for Christmas dinner soon, we really should be getting busy.”
“Relax Duck, We have plenty of time. Besides, I am in charge of the food this year. Why don’t you tell me about the presents that you got for them?”
“Well, if you are sure we have time,” the older man said as he snuggled closer to Jethro. “I discovered this marvelous place to find gifts---eBay”
“eBay?”
“Yes, computer do-dah.”
“Oh, right”
“For Tony, I found an exact replica of his green Mustang…well in 1/32 scale of course. For Ziva, an I-Pod so that she can listen to music when she runs. For Mr. Palmer, a nice fountain pen. He has borrowed mine numerous times. For Timothy, a very hard to find collection of Dashiell Hammett’s short stories. And for Abby, a studded black leather dog collar.”
“Duck, I think that she already has one of those.”
“Not one that spells out NCIS.”
“You found that on E-thingy?”
“Er, no. I happen to know someone in the custom leather industry.” Ducky replied, the tips of his ears reddening slightly.
“How..?”
“Jethro, I would prefer that you did not inquire further”
“Okay, Duck…but since we are on the subject of presents …here is yours.” Gibbs said as he held out a small wrapped box.
“Oh Jethro…I thought we agreed that getting Nessie would be our present to each other this year?”
“So, I lied.”
Ducky took the proffered gift and opened it.
“A receipt for a sailboat trailer, my dear?”
Gibbs turned and looking at the older man said, “Yes Ducky. This winter I will finish the boat. Next July, we will traile Kelly to Michigan and the two of us will spend 10 days sailing the North Channel.”
The ME frowned slightly, “But Jethro…”
“No buts about it, Duck. I have already put in for our vacations,” the gray-haired agent said with a grin.
The older man sat back on the couch. “That is a lovely gift, Jethro. Thank you. I am afraid my gift pales in comparison.” he said as he held out a small flat box.
Gibbs slowly unwrapped the gift. “A St. Michael medal?” he asked.
“Yes, Jethro. I saw it…. Well, I saw it on eBay. St Michael is the patron saint of the Marines and those serving in law enforcement. Jethro, I know neither of us is particularly religious, but I thought St. Michael could watch ‘your six’ when I was not around. Silly frippery, I know.”
Gibbs took the medal and placed it around his neck.
“No Ducky, it isn’t. Thank you.” he said as he leaned over to kiss his lover.
The kiss was gentle and sweet…but soon threatened to become something greater.
“Jethro, as much as I enjoy this, we must get ready for our dinner guests,” Ducky said as he moved away.
“You are right, Duck. Come on,” the gray-haired agent said as he pulled the ME up. “We can save time by showering…together.”
AUTHOR: ashley_pitt
CHARACTERS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Donald “Ducky” Mallard, Nessie
GENRE: Slash
SUMMARY: Later on Christmas day. Follows God Rest Ye Merry,Gentlemen
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Written as promised as a Christmas card for timothy_quinn
Jethro was awakened by the sound of scratching at the bedroom door. He reached over and nudged the sleeping form next to him
“It was your idea to let her sleep with us, Duck. You get to take her for walkies”
“Mhm,” came the fuzzy reply.
“Aw, I can’t let you do all the work.” the gray-haired agent said, “While you two are busy, I will make us breakfast.”
“Your generosity under whelms me, my dear,” Ducky said as he donned his robe and slippers. He had barely opened the door when Nessie nosed her way through and barreled down the stairs.
“I think you better hurry, Duck”
A short time later, Gibbs had his coffee and Ducky’s tea ready. He was just sitting down when the dog hurtled in to the kitchen and onto his lap.
“Oh Jethro, Miss Nessie was so comical outside. It started to snow and she kept jumping up to bite the snowflakes.”
Ducky sat down and poured himself tea.
“Okay?”
“Perfect, you learned well, Jethro.”
“Had a good teacher, Duck. Hey, you look cold. Come in to the den. I have a fire going.”
The two went into the den and sat comfortably close on the sofa.
“You know Jethro,” the ME said, “As the children are coming for Christmas dinner soon, we really should be getting busy.”
“Relax Duck, We have plenty of time. Besides, I am in charge of the food this year. Why don’t you tell me about the presents that you got for them?”
“Well, if you are sure we have time,” the older man said as he snuggled closer to Jethro. “I discovered this marvelous place to find gifts---eBay”
“eBay?”
“Yes, computer do-dah.”
“Oh, right”
“For Tony, I found an exact replica of his green Mustang…well in 1/32 scale of course. For Ziva, an I-Pod so that she can listen to music when she runs. For Mr. Palmer, a nice fountain pen. He has borrowed mine numerous times. For Timothy, a very hard to find collection of Dashiell Hammett’s short stories. And for Abby, a studded black leather dog collar.”
“Duck, I think that she already has one of those.”
“Not one that spells out NCIS.”
“You found that on E-thingy?”
“Er, no. I happen to know someone in the custom leather industry.” Ducky replied, the tips of his ears reddening slightly.
“How..?”
“Jethro, I would prefer that you did not inquire further”
“Okay, Duck…but since we are on the subject of presents …here is yours.” Gibbs said as he held out a small wrapped box.
“Oh Jethro…I thought we agreed that getting Nessie would be our present to each other this year?”
“So, I lied.”
Ducky took the proffered gift and opened it.
“A receipt for a sailboat trailer, my dear?”
Gibbs turned and looking at the older man said, “Yes Ducky. This winter I will finish the boat. Next July, we will traile Kelly to Michigan and the two of us will spend 10 days sailing the North Channel.”
The ME frowned slightly, “But Jethro…”
“No buts about it, Duck. I have already put in for our vacations,” the gray-haired agent said with a grin.
The older man sat back on the couch. “That is a lovely gift, Jethro. Thank you. I am afraid my gift pales in comparison.” he said as he held out a small flat box.
Gibbs slowly unwrapped the gift. “A St. Michael medal?” he asked.
“Yes, Jethro. I saw it…. Well, I saw it on eBay. St Michael is the patron saint of the Marines and those serving in law enforcement. Jethro, I know neither of us is particularly religious, but I thought St. Michael could watch ‘your six’ when I was not around. Silly frippery, I know.”
Gibbs took the medal and placed it around his neck.
“No Ducky, it isn’t. Thank you.” he said as he leaned over to kiss his lover.
The kiss was gentle and sweet…but soon threatened to become something greater.
“Jethro, as much as I enjoy this, we must get ready for our dinner guests,” Ducky said as he moved away.
“You are right, Duck. Come on,” the gray-haired agent said as he pulled the ME up. “We can save time by showering…together.”