Just talkin' 'bout my Gibbs
Title: Just talkin’ ‘bout my Gibbs
Author: SA3466996
Rating: PG
Category: General
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None
Character(s): DiNozzo (with a little Abby)
Summary: Alternate scene for Model Behaviour
Spoilers: Model Behaviour
Disclaimer: NCIS characters belong to Bellisario, CBS and Paramount. No copyright infringement intended.
AN: Written as a response to the prompt, “I’m not trying to cause a big sensation, I’m just talkin’ ‘bout my Gibbs” on kaylashay81's comment fic meme.
As the clapping subsided and Director Shepard stepped back and to one side, Tony began. “I like to think I’m Michael Douglas to his Karl Marlden on the streets of DC.”
Not a good opening, he thought as the ensuing awkward silence caused his throat to dry up instantaneously. “Maybe not,” he managed to scratch out.
“So, Gibbs asked me to pick this award up for him.” Tony cleared his throat. “Well... he kind of asked me to pick it up for him. Actually, Gibbs doesn’t really ask at all. In fact, you really don’t want him to ask you to do anything. He sort of insists that you’ve already thought about it, done it, written it up and filed it away before he even asks about it. Yeah, Gibbs doesn’t ask... which is good, because it makes you good. He’s good... always one step ahead. He’s the guy you want on the case. He’s the one you want looking out for you. He won’t say it, but you’ve all seen it. Heard it. Know it. The Boss cares. He goes that extra mile; not just for major cases, but for every case. That’s the difference. It’s what makes him stand out from the rest of us, and it’s why we’re all in here-giving and accepting awards on his behalf-while he’s out there, working the next case. That’s our Gibbs.”
Tony laughed quietly. “Actually, he-”
“Thank you, Agent DiNozzo,” Director Shepard interjected, hastily following through by ushering the gathered crowd back to their respective desks.
Before he could object, Abby had sidled up to him and encircled his torso in a breathtaking Abby hug. “What was that for?” Tony squawked as he was finally released from captivity.
“Your speech. You deserved it. Besides,” Abby grinned as she turned and headed towards the elevator, “you’re gonna need it when Gibbs finds out you went all sappy on him.”
“Sappy?” Tony sputtered, following the forensic specialist. “Abs, I did not go all sappy.”
“Yes you did.”
“Didn’t.”
“Did.”
“Prove it,” Tony retorted, reaching for his vibrating cell phone.
“I don’t need to,” Abby smirked, folding her arms. “Tim has all the evidence. He’s probably even showing it to Gibbs now. Amazing, isn’t it? The quality of video recordings on cell phones these days.”
“Probie is dead.”
Abby chuckled at the exaggerated manner by which Tony flipped open his cell and grinned as he duly matched it with an over-the-top grimace as he registered the name on the caller ID. Great. That was all he needed - Gibbs thinking he was going soft. “Oh, Hi Boss,” he answered innocently, waiting for a torrent that never came. “Yes, Boss. Okay. I’m on it.”
Tony flipped his cell shut. “Sorry, Abs. Very important work. Gotta run.”
“He wants you to gas the truck doesn’t he?”
“Like I said. Very important work.”
Author: SA3466996
Rating: PG
Category: General
Genre: Gen
Pairing: None
Character(s): DiNozzo (with a little Abby)
Summary: Alternate scene for Model Behaviour
Spoilers: Model Behaviour
Disclaimer: NCIS characters belong to Bellisario, CBS and Paramount. No copyright infringement intended.
AN: Written as a response to the prompt, “I’m not trying to cause a big sensation, I’m just talkin’ ‘bout my Gibbs” on kaylashay81's comment fic meme.
As the clapping subsided and Director Shepard stepped back and to one side, Tony began. “I like to think I’m Michael Douglas to his Karl Marlden on the streets of DC.”
Not a good opening, he thought as the ensuing awkward silence caused his throat to dry up instantaneously. “Maybe not,” he managed to scratch out.
“So, Gibbs asked me to pick this award up for him.” Tony cleared his throat. “Well... he kind of asked me to pick it up for him. Actually, Gibbs doesn’t really ask at all. In fact, you really don’t want him to ask you to do anything. He sort of insists that you’ve already thought about it, done it, written it up and filed it away before he even asks about it. Yeah, Gibbs doesn’t ask... which is good, because it makes you good. He’s good... always one step ahead. He’s the guy you want on the case. He’s the one you want looking out for you. He won’t say it, but you’ve all seen it. Heard it. Know it. The Boss cares. He goes that extra mile; not just for major cases, but for every case. That’s the difference. It’s what makes him stand out from the rest of us, and it’s why we’re all in here-giving and accepting awards on his behalf-while he’s out there, working the next case. That’s our Gibbs.”
Tony laughed quietly. “Actually, he-”
“Thank you, Agent DiNozzo,” Director Shepard interjected, hastily following through by ushering the gathered crowd back to their respective desks.
Before he could object, Abby had sidled up to him and encircled his torso in a breathtaking Abby hug. “What was that for?” Tony squawked as he was finally released from captivity.
“Your speech. You deserved it. Besides,” Abby grinned as she turned and headed towards the elevator, “you’re gonna need it when Gibbs finds out you went all sappy on him.”
“Sappy?” Tony sputtered, following the forensic specialist. “Abs, I did not go all sappy.”
“Yes you did.”
“Didn’t.”
“Did.”
“Prove it,” Tony retorted, reaching for his vibrating cell phone.
“I don’t need to,” Abby smirked, folding her arms. “Tim has all the evidence. He’s probably even showing it to Gibbs now. Amazing, isn’t it? The quality of video recordings on cell phones these days.”
“Probie is dead.”
Abby chuckled at the exaggerated manner by which Tony flipped open his cell and grinned as he duly matched it with an over-the-top grimace as he registered the name on the caller ID. Great. That was all he needed - Gibbs thinking he was going soft. “Oh, Hi Boss,” he answered innocently, waiting for a torrent that never came. “Yes, Boss. Okay. I’m on it.”
Tony flipped his cell shut. “Sorry, Abs. Very important work. Gotta run.”
“He wants you to gas the truck doesn’t he?”
“Like I said. Very important work.”