Stuff, NCIS drabbles
I am a bad, bad person. Luckily, I am smart enough to know not to open my mouth and tell you exactly how bad a person I am. *looks evil from afar*
Some of you might have missed this because she's terrible at promoting herself: The Hour of Lead by kageygirl. NCIS, Tony-centric, set during Kill Ari pt 1. Oh, yes there is angst, but it's the sweet, tasty, wanna take Tony home and tuck him into bed angst. *purrrrrs*
I wrote a drabble for ncis_flashfic last night right before the "fall" challenge closed. Then I wrote another one this morning. Both Tony/Tim UST, the first set during Dead and Unburied. They both fit this definition of fall: (verb) 8. to succumb to temptation or sin.
He slips on the shirt, glaring at Tony the whole time. Tony smirks back, satisfaction from one-upping Tim clear in his eyes. Tim's not sure why he ever puts up with Tony's shit. But then Tim's fingers reach the second button from the top, and Tony's eyes flick down, lingering longer than they should.
When Tony looks back up, Tim's the one smirking.
Tim picks up the evidence bag. Turns his back on Tony and Ziva and heads for Abby's lab.
After the elevator doors close, temptation wins out. He raises the lapel to his nose, surrounding himself in Tony.
*****
It happens on a Tuesday afternoon.
No case, no paperwork, no Gibbs-just boredom. Tony and McGee hover around Ziva's desk, trying their best to annoy her without getting themselves killed in the process.
"Way to go, Probie," he says after a particularly successful foray. Tony reaches out, cups his hand around the back of McGee's neck and gives him a little shake.
Tony doesn't understand the look McGee shoots him. Not at first.
Then Tony realizes his hand is still there. Still on the back of McGee's neck, his traitorous thumb rubbing circles over the soft hairs and softer skin.
And ncis_flashfic's new prompt is "Halloween," which means I can finish my party fic for it! Whoo!
SGA? Oh, yeah, SGA. A couple people have responded to the Novel Blurb Challenge, and they're really cool. Go check them out! And it's still open, so please feel free to make up your own. /pimp
Some of you might have missed this because she's terrible at promoting herself: The Hour of Lead by kageygirl. NCIS, Tony-centric, set during Kill Ari pt 1. Oh, yes there is angst, but it's the sweet, tasty, wanna take Tony home and tuck him into bed angst. *purrrrrs*
I wrote a drabble for ncis_flashfic last night right before the "fall" challenge closed. Then I wrote another one this morning. Both Tony/Tim UST, the first set during Dead and Unburied. They both fit this definition of fall: (verb) 8. to succumb to temptation or sin.
He slips on the shirt, glaring at Tony the whole time. Tony smirks back, satisfaction from one-upping Tim clear in his eyes. Tim's not sure why he ever puts up with Tony's shit. But then Tim's fingers reach the second button from the top, and Tony's eyes flick down, lingering longer than they should.
When Tony looks back up, Tim's the one smirking.
Tim picks up the evidence bag. Turns his back on Tony and Ziva and heads for Abby's lab.
After the elevator doors close, temptation wins out. He raises the lapel to his nose, surrounding himself in Tony.
*****
It happens on a Tuesday afternoon.
No case, no paperwork, no Gibbs-just boredom. Tony and McGee hover around Ziva's desk, trying their best to annoy her without getting themselves killed in the process.
"Way to go, Probie," he says after a particularly successful foray. Tony reaches out, cups his hand around the back of McGee's neck and gives him a little shake.
Tony doesn't understand the look McGee shoots him. Not at first.
Then Tony realizes his hand is still there. Still on the back of McGee's neck, his traitorous thumb rubbing circles over the soft hairs and softer skin.
And ncis_flashfic's new prompt is "Halloween," which means I can finish my party fic for it! Whoo!
SGA? Oh, yeah, SGA. A couple people have responded to the Novel Blurb Challenge, and they're really cool. Go check them out! And it's still open, so please feel free to make up your own. /pimp