Fiction. Fake.
TITLE: Fake
AUTHOR: lonelywalker
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs / Ducky
GENRE: Slash.
SUB-GENRE: Established relationship.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Gibbs and Tony have a date...
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Originally written for challenge no. 8 at rare_pair.
Fake
1.
“Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me?”
Gibbs glanced up from tying his shoelaces. “You’ve got to be kidding me, DiNozzo.”
“I’m serious!” Tony said, standing in front of the mirror while he tried to apply the perfect amount of wax to his hair. “When I was in the Baltimore PD, our undercover work was the stuff of legends. Real method acting. This one time, I had to pretend to be married, and the girl and I…”
“I don’t want to know,” Gibbs interrupted, getting to his feet. “And stop making googly eyes at yourself. If you paid half as much attention to the case as you do to your hair, I’d be a happy man.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said about method acting? Hair is important to gay guys. I’m telling you, I think some of them actually love their hair more than they do other men. Maybe you should try it.”
Gibbs picked up the jar of wax, looked at it, and promptly threw it in the trash. “Try what, DiNozzo?”
“You know, taking pride in your appearance. Being a new man. A metrosexual.”
“A metro-what?”
Tony sighed. “We are so busted.”
“I don’t know why you’re worried,” Gibbs said, shrugging into the leather jacket Ziva had picked out from the wardrobe downstairs. “I’ve been doing undercover work since even before you became so obsessed with your hair. If that’s possible.” He eyed himself in the mirror. Despite the unfamiliarity of the clothes, he looked reasonable. Nothing clashed horribly, and nothing would make him the subject of too much attention. Just another ordinary joe out for a drink and a dance with his… Gibbs frowned at DiNozzo. “How did we meet again?”
Tony had outdone himself. Gibbs just wasn’t too sure what Tony had outdone himself at: tight dark blue jeans with some kind of stitched pattern on one side; cowboy boots; and a shirt that might have looked more appropriate on Ducky’s mother. Not to mention the hair. Gibbs realised that not mentioning Tony’s hair might just take up all of his energy for the night.
“I think Abby said we met at a theatre.”
Gibbs nodded. “Figures. You must have been one of the dancing girls.”
“You know, boss, you have to put some effort into this,” Tony protested.
“What’s the problem, DiNozzo?” Gibbs had thought that simply volunteering to spend the evening pretending to be the younger man’s boyfriend was effort above and beyond the call of duty.
Tony looked him up and down. “Well, it’s just…” He sighed. “You’re so straight.”
2.
It was late by the time Gibbs drove home, pushed open an unlocked door, and went to splash cold water on his face. What a night. The actual undercover operation had been a breeze, with their targets only too eager to make conversation over a couple of beers. Even acting as if he genuinely liked DiNozzo hadn’t been too difficult - Tony’s very appearance had guaranteed that Gibbs would smile every time he looked at him. But the club itself had been a shock. It had made him realise just how long it had been since he had been anywhere that frantic, energetic, and just plain loud. It still felt as if his ears were underwater. Gibbs dried his face and wondered if one night clubbing in the city was equivalent to an entire week of artillery fire. Maybe even a month.
“Jethro? What is that in your hair?”
Gibbs self-consciously touched a hand to his head and examined the results. “I’ll have to get Abby to do a chemical analysis in the morning, but I think it’s foam.”
“Foam?”
“Don’t ask,” Gibbs suggested. “I thought I told you not to wait up, Duck.”
The medical examiner smiled and held up a well-worn book. “You did, but Robert Louis Stevenson drew me into tales of intrigue and adventure. How was your date with Anthony?”
Gibbs groaned. “Once we close the case, I’m going to have to burn all the evidence.”
“I’m sure you two made a lovely couple,” Ducky said. “Was Tony convincing?”
“In a strange sort of way, he was. I had more trouble.”
“Why?”
“Well,” Gibbs explained, putting his arm around the older man’s shoulders. “Pretending to be gay is one thing. Pretending to be pretending to be gay is quite another.”
AUTHOR: lonelywalker
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Gibbs / Ducky
GENRE: Slash.
SUB-GENRE: Established relationship.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Gibbs and Tony have a date...
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Originally written for challenge no. 8 at rare_pair.
Fake
1.
“Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that you love me?”
Gibbs glanced up from tying his shoelaces. “You’ve got to be kidding me, DiNozzo.”
“I’m serious!” Tony said, standing in front of the mirror while he tried to apply the perfect amount of wax to his hair. “When I was in the Baltimore PD, our undercover work was the stuff of legends. Real method acting. This one time, I had to pretend to be married, and the girl and I…”
“I don’t want to know,” Gibbs interrupted, getting to his feet. “And stop making googly eyes at yourself. If you paid half as much attention to the case as you do to your hair, I’d be a happy man.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said about method acting? Hair is important to gay guys. I’m telling you, I think some of them actually love their hair more than they do other men. Maybe you should try it.”
Gibbs picked up the jar of wax, looked at it, and promptly threw it in the trash. “Try what, DiNozzo?”
“You know, taking pride in your appearance. Being a new man. A metrosexual.”
“A metro-what?”
Tony sighed. “We are so busted.”
“I don’t know why you’re worried,” Gibbs said, shrugging into the leather jacket Ziva had picked out from the wardrobe downstairs. “I’ve been doing undercover work since even before you became so obsessed with your hair. If that’s possible.” He eyed himself in the mirror. Despite the unfamiliarity of the clothes, he looked reasonable. Nothing clashed horribly, and nothing would make him the subject of too much attention. Just another ordinary joe out for a drink and a dance with his… Gibbs frowned at DiNozzo. “How did we meet again?”
Tony had outdone himself. Gibbs just wasn’t too sure what Tony had outdone himself at: tight dark blue jeans with some kind of stitched pattern on one side; cowboy boots; and a shirt that might have looked more appropriate on Ducky’s mother. Not to mention the hair. Gibbs realised that not mentioning Tony’s hair might just take up all of his energy for the night.
“I think Abby said we met at a theatre.”
Gibbs nodded. “Figures. You must have been one of the dancing girls.”
“You know, boss, you have to put some effort into this,” Tony protested.
“What’s the problem, DiNozzo?” Gibbs had thought that simply volunteering to spend the evening pretending to be the younger man’s boyfriend was effort above and beyond the call of duty.
Tony looked him up and down. “Well, it’s just…” He sighed. “You’re so straight.”
2.
It was late by the time Gibbs drove home, pushed open an unlocked door, and went to splash cold water on his face. What a night. The actual undercover operation had been a breeze, with their targets only too eager to make conversation over a couple of beers. Even acting as if he genuinely liked DiNozzo hadn’t been too difficult - Tony’s very appearance had guaranteed that Gibbs would smile every time he looked at him. But the club itself had been a shock. It had made him realise just how long it had been since he had been anywhere that frantic, energetic, and just plain loud. It still felt as if his ears were underwater. Gibbs dried his face and wondered if one night clubbing in the city was equivalent to an entire week of artillery fire. Maybe even a month.
“Jethro? What is that in your hair?”
Gibbs self-consciously touched a hand to his head and examined the results. “I’ll have to get Abby to do a chemical analysis in the morning, but I think it’s foam.”
“Foam?”
“Don’t ask,” Gibbs suggested. “I thought I told you not to wait up, Duck.”
The medical examiner smiled and held up a well-worn book. “You did, but Robert Louis Stevenson drew me into tales of intrigue and adventure. How was your date with Anthony?”
Gibbs groaned. “Once we close the case, I’m going to have to burn all the evidence.”
“I’m sure you two made a lovely couple,” Ducky said. “Was Tony convincing?”
“In a strange sort of way, he was. I had more trouble.”
“Why?”
“Well,” Gibbs explained, putting his arm around the older man’s shoulders. “Pretending to be gay is one thing. Pretending to be pretending to be gay is quite another.”