New NCIS Fic: Change in Perspective - Chapter 1/3
Title: Change in Perspective
Author: penumbria
Rated: M
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, DiNozzo & McGee friendship
Summary: Gibbs quit. Tony is in charge. McGee is confused.
Spoilers through Hiatus and some Season 4
Chapters: 3
Words: 3,632
Occurs in the summer after Season 3 before Season 4 begins
Written for NCIS Secret Santa SeSa 2014 - http://ncis-sesa.livejournal.com/
Beta: Thanks to Jacie (solariana) for all of her help!
Fic can be found completed at AO3
Art by penumbria
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters. I only own this fic and I make no money from it.
This fic was originally written as a Secret Santa gift for annieb1955
Original Request:
1. hurt/comfort
2. Unrequited love becomes resolved
3. Happy ending
4. Emotional angst
Chapter 1
Tony DiNozzo sat on the third from the bottom step in the basement of a familiar house in Alexandria. Over the past five years he had been in this spot more times than he could count. Sometimes he was watching Leroy Jethro Gibbs work on his boat while Tony himself ate a pizza and rambled or worked on a crossword or simply watched the master at work as a marvel of wood took shape under his talented hands. But today was different. Today, Tony was alone in the basement of the house and he had no pizza or crossword or anything in his hands.
Earlier that day, Tony had watched as the man he admired and even loved had turned his back on him, on all of them: the team, the agency, the sailors and marines that they protected and served. In a true temper tantrum the silver haired agent had handed over his badge to his second in command and resigned. Hoping to talk sense into the damaged man, Tony had come to his house as soon as he could, only to find it empty. Granted, it wasn't like he had been able to follow directly on the heels on the somewhat amnesiac man. Gibbs had handed the team over to Tony but considering the insanity of the past few days and the ultimate outcome, thanks to the bureaucratic assholes in charge, there was a lot of paperwork, reports and red tape to be handled. It was now Tony's responsibility to handle it.
Tony had finally been able to leave the Navy Yard six hours after Ducky had given Gibbs a ride home. Tony had felt encouraged to find the door unlocked - as usual - but when he searched the house for signs of Gibbs, he found none. The duffle bag which was always under the bed was gone as were a lot of clothes. The photo album which was always in the bedside table and the framed picture that rested above it were gone. The bathroom was empty of any personal care items. The furniture was still in place, but the fridge was empty and a bag of trash sat in the drive ready for pickup. Gibbs had left. And if Tony knew the man, which he was sure he did, the former marine was on his way to his mentor in Mexico.
Tony sat in the silence of the empty basement, staring at the half finished boat, abandoned just as Tony himself had been. Sitting in the semi-darkness, as dawn swiftly approached, images flashed across his memory, bringing emotions with them. He saw himself chasing a suspect down an alley in Baltimore and tackling him in a textbook football move, sticking his gun in the man's face, only to see him grin up at him. He saw the man comforting Tony in an orange hallway before pointing over his shoulder, tacitly offering him a job to replace his old one that could no longer be tolerated. He saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room of the very house Tony was haunting, a beer in his hand as he poured Tony glass after glass of Gibbs' favored rotgut bourbon to drown the ending of his engagement and the pain and humiliation of being left nearly at the altar by Wendy. He saw the man bent over the wood in the basement sanding the boat, his arms on either side of Tony's body, his hands on Tony's as he guided them up and down the wood, smoothing it. Tony saw those same arms wrapped around him in a different room, sweat pouring off of them as their owner moved above him. He felt ghostly, calloused hands sliding inside of him and grasping him to stave off the orgasm that approached too quickly. He felt the stubble of the former gunnery sergeant's cheek as it had scraped his throat. He recalled the taste of Gibbs' cock in his mouth, pre-cum dripping out as Tony licked it.
As the memories let him go, Tony slowly rose to his feet and climbed the stairs. With his hand lingering on the railing, he wanted to stay but knew that to do so would only bring him more pain, not less. The man he wanted was gone, running away from his own memories, or more specifically, the lack of them and the situation created by both the terrorist and the bureaucrats. Gibbs was gone and Tony was alone. As he always had been and as he always ended up in the end.
Author: penumbria
Rated: M
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, DiNozzo & McGee friendship
Summary: Gibbs quit. Tony is in charge. McGee is confused.
Spoilers through Hiatus and some Season 4
Chapters: 3
Words: 3,632
Occurs in the summer after Season 3 before Season 4 begins
Written for NCIS Secret Santa SeSa 2014 - http://ncis-sesa.livejournal.com/
Beta: Thanks to Jacie (solariana) for all of her help!
Fic can be found completed at AO3
Art by penumbria
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters. I only own this fic and I make no money from it.
This fic was originally written as a Secret Santa gift for annieb1955
Original Request:
1. hurt/comfort
2. Unrequited love becomes resolved
3. Happy ending
4. Emotional angst
Chapter 1
Tony DiNozzo sat on the third from the bottom step in the basement of a familiar house in Alexandria. Over the past five years he had been in this spot more times than he could count. Sometimes he was watching Leroy Jethro Gibbs work on his boat while Tony himself ate a pizza and rambled or worked on a crossword or simply watched the master at work as a marvel of wood took shape under his talented hands. But today was different. Today, Tony was alone in the basement of the house and he had no pizza or crossword or anything in his hands.
Earlier that day, Tony had watched as the man he admired and even loved had turned his back on him, on all of them: the team, the agency, the sailors and marines that they protected and served. In a true temper tantrum the silver haired agent had handed over his badge to his second in command and resigned. Hoping to talk sense into the damaged man, Tony had come to his house as soon as he could, only to find it empty. Granted, it wasn't like he had been able to follow directly on the heels on the somewhat amnesiac man. Gibbs had handed the team over to Tony but considering the insanity of the past few days and the ultimate outcome, thanks to the bureaucratic assholes in charge, there was a lot of paperwork, reports and red tape to be handled. It was now Tony's responsibility to handle it.
Tony had finally been able to leave the Navy Yard six hours after Ducky had given Gibbs a ride home. Tony had felt encouraged to find the door unlocked - as usual - but when he searched the house for signs of Gibbs, he found none. The duffle bag which was always under the bed was gone as were a lot of clothes. The photo album which was always in the bedside table and the framed picture that rested above it were gone. The bathroom was empty of any personal care items. The furniture was still in place, but the fridge was empty and a bag of trash sat in the drive ready for pickup. Gibbs had left. And if Tony knew the man, which he was sure he did, the former marine was on his way to his mentor in Mexico.
Tony sat in the silence of the empty basement, staring at the half finished boat, abandoned just as Tony himself had been. Sitting in the semi-darkness, as dawn swiftly approached, images flashed across his memory, bringing emotions with them. He saw himself chasing a suspect down an alley in Baltimore and tackling him in a textbook football move, sticking his gun in the man's face, only to see him grin up at him. He saw the man comforting Tony in an orange hallway before pointing over his shoulder, tacitly offering him a job to replace his old one that could no longer be tolerated. He saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room of the very house Tony was haunting, a beer in his hand as he poured Tony glass after glass of Gibbs' favored rotgut bourbon to drown the ending of his engagement and the pain and humiliation of being left nearly at the altar by Wendy. He saw the man bent over the wood in the basement sanding the boat, his arms on either side of Tony's body, his hands on Tony's as he guided them up and down the wood, smoothing it. Tony saw those same arms wrapped around him in a different room, sweat pouring off of them as their owner moved above him. He felt ghostly, calloused hands sliding inside of him and grasping him to stave off the orgasm that approached too quickly. He felt the stubble of the former gunnery sergeant's cheek as it had scraped his throat. He recalled the taste of Gibbs' cock in his mouth, pre-cum dripping out as Tony licked it.
As the memories let him go, Tony slowly rose to his feet and climbed the stairs. With his hand lingering on the railing, he wanted to stay but knew that to do so would only bring him more pain, not less. The man he wanted was gone, running away from his own memories, or more specifically, the lack of them and the situation created by both the terrorist and the bureaucrats. Gibbs was gone and Tony was alone. As he always had been and as he always ended up in the end.