[Drabble] With a little help from my friends
Title: With a little help from my friends
Fandom: NCIS
Author: nicis_anatomy
Character: Jethro Gibbs, Tobias Fornell
Genre: Gen, Friendship, episode tag or 7.24 "Rule #51"
Rating: PG
Word count: 400
Summary: Gibbs needs help and there is only one person left he trusts enough to call ... Written for challenge #009 "Phone Call" at ncisdrabble100
Spoilers/Warnings: English isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd. Spoiler for the season 7 finale!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. If I would, I'd be rich and famous by now.
~*~*~*~*
"Gibbs ... what a surprise. You missed me?" Fornell’s voice sounded really surprised when he answered Jethro’s call only seconds after he’d decided to dial this number. But Jethro wasn’t really in the mood for small talk. Truth was, he wasn’t even sure if calling Fornell had been the right thing to do. He didn’t want to risk another friend’s life by involving him into this mess.
But he really had no other choice.
"I need your help," he said. "It’s about my father."
"Your ... father?" Fornell interrupted him. "You have a father?"
"Everyone has a father, Tobias."
"Right ... but ..."
"You think someone found me adrift on a river lying in a small craft of bulrushes and fetched me?" Jethro growled.
"That would explain your obsession with boats ..." Fornell chuckled. "What can I do for you? Did you piss someone off again and now you need someone to clean up for you?"
"Sort of," Jethro murmured. He started pacing the room again, as he’d done before. He was sure he’d run a marathon by now, but he also knew that wasn’t the reason for his exhaustion. The whole situation was nerve-wrecking and he needed his friends more than ever (while, at the same time, he wanted them as far away from him as possible in order to keep them safe). His team was fine as long as they didn’t leave the Navy Yard, but he had more people to take care of; especially his father (maybe his father was even the only one needing protection) and he would’ve done it himself, but he couldn’t leave Washington. Not again.
"I really need your help, Tobias." He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "And please don’t make me beg."
"Tell me what you need." All the amusement in Fornell’s voice was gone and he was the professional Agent Jethro needed.
Jethro told him about Mexico and the threats against his people (without telling him about Shannon and Kelly). Fornell didn’t ask any question and he seemed to understand that this had to be off the records.
"I have no idea how you managed to piss these people off, Jethro, but that’s none of my business," he said. "I’ll take care of your father. Don’t worry."
"Thanks, Tobias. I owe you."
"I’ll collect. Count on that, Jethro," Fornell replied and hung up.
"I know," Jethro mumbled, relieved, but still desperate and worried.
- The End -
(A/N: Any idea how I can get this picture of baby!Jethro out of my head?)
Fandom: NCIS
Author: nicis_anatomy
Character: Jethro Gibbs, Tobias Fornell
Genre: Gen, Friendship, episode tag or 7.24 "Rule #51"
Rating: PG
Word count: 400
Summary: Gibbs needs help and there is only one person left he trusts enough to call ... Written for challenge #009 "Phone Call" at ncisdrabble100
Spoilers/Warnings: English isn't my native language (although I wish) and the story is not beta'd. Spoiler for the season 7 finale!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. If I would, I'd be rich and famous by now.
~*~*~*~*
"Gibbs ... what a surprise. You missed me?" Fornell’s voice sounded really surprised when he answered Jethro’s call only seconds after he’d decided to dial this number. But Jethro wasn’t really in the mood for small talk. Truth was, he wasn’t even sure if calling Fornell had been the right thing to do. He didn’t want to risk another friend’s life by involving him into this mess.
But he really had no other choice.
"I need your help," he said. "It’s about my father."
"Your ... father?" Fornell interrupted him. "You have a father?"
"Everyone has a father, Tobias."
"Right ... but ..."
"You think someone found me adrift on a river lying in a small craft of bulrushes and fetched me?" Jethro growled.
"That would explain your obsession with boats ..." Fornell chuckled. "What can I do for you? Did you piss someone off again and now you need someone to clean up for you?"
"Sort of," Jethro murmured. He started pacing the room again, as he’d done before. He was sure he’d run a marathon by now, but he also knew that wasn’t the reason for his exhaustion. The whole situation was nerve-wrecking and he needed his friends more than ever (while, at the same time, he wanted them as far away from him as possible in order to keep them safe). His team was fine as long as they didn’t leave the Navy Yard, but he had more people to take care of; especially his father (maybe his father was even the only one needing protection) and he would’ve done it himself, but he couldn’t leave Washington. Not again.
"I really need your help, Tobias." He sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "And please don’t make me beg."
"Tell me what you need." All the amusement in Fornell’s voice was gone and he was the professional Agent Jethro needed.
Jethro told him about Mexico and the threats against his people (without telling him about Shannon and Kelly). Fornell didn’t ask any question and he seemed to understand that this had to be off the records.
"I have no idea how you managed to piss these people off, Jethro, but that’s none of my business," he said. "I’ll take care of your father. Don’t worry."
"Thanks, Tobias. I owe you."
"I’ll collect. Count on that, Jethro," Fornell replied and hung up.
"I know," Jethro mumbled, relieved, but still desperate and worried.
- The End -
(A/N: Any idea how I can get this picture of baby!Jethro out of my head?)