Unwritten Story Meme - January 2012 Edition
I had so much fun doing this here, I've decided to make a monthly tradition out of it! :D
PROMPT ENTRY IS CLOSED FOR NOW!!!
Some rules apply though, to keep things fair for everyone and slightly less overwhelming for me. *g* So, here goes:
Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. (and, knowing me, it's ( Read more... )
PROMPT ENTRY IS CLOSED FOR NOW!!!
Some rules apply though, to keep things fair for everyone and slightly less overwhelming for me. *g* So, here goes:
Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. (and, knowing me, it's ( Read more... )
Then, years later, Gibbs met Anthony "Call me Tony" DiNozzo Senior, a man who just happened to always be half a step ahead of Gibbs. He immediately saw the similarities--and differences--between father and son, but the innate charm and ability to wrap people around the little finger...well, Senior had it in abundance and wasn't afraid to use it. But there was something else, something more, and Gibbs finally realized what that was when he was locked in a battle of wills with Senior over Tony.
Senior seemed to read his mind.
It wasn't unusual for Tony to know what Gibbs wanted before the older man said anything, but Gibbs had always put it down to his rigorous training of his senior agent. His entire team was good at anticipating what Gibbs wanted, after all, even though Tony was in a league of his own in that regard. And seeing Senior calmly bringing up Kelly while Gibbs was trying to put his claim on Tony as a surrogate son...well, it was a low blow but perfectly timed.
The funniest part was that, deep down, Gibbs had harbored much more than paternal feelings for Tony. He was just glad that he kept those feelings deeply buried. Tony never suspected anything, and apparently, not even Senior could figure out the truth.
Armed with the new knowledge, outrageous as it might be, Gibbs decided to put it to a test. The next time he came from a coffee run, Gibbs snuck up behind Tony and then unleashed the most vivid, graphically detailed fantasy he had of himself and Tony, wrestling naked in bed, in his mind.
Tony, who had been calmly playing Solitaire on his computer, jumped up as if his ass was on fire, his face crimson, and squawked helplessly. He pressed both palms against his temples, as if trying to shut out the pornographic images that suddenly bombarded him. Both Ziva and McGee looked at him, clearly concerned.
"Are you all right, Tony?" Ziva asked, reaching out to the phone, just in case Ducky was needed.
"Fine. Just fine," Tony managed to press out, shaking his head like a dog. He sat back down if for no other reason than to hide his extremely hard erection.
Ziva and McGee shared a look of disbelief, but then saw Gibbs leaning against the partition, a rather pleased grin on his face. "Oh, hey, Boss. Back so soon?" McGee asked loudly, trying to warn a still preoccupied Tony this way.
"Yup." Gibbs pushed away from the partition and strode over to his desk. "Take the rest of the day off, people. Got enough comp time, I'm sure." He grabbed his badge and gun, watching how Ziva and McGee all but left skid marks in their haste to jump into the elevator. He chuckled, then stopped in front of Tony's desk. Tony was still shaking his head and blinking.
Gibbs dialed down the vivid imagery, and immediately, Tony seemed more alert. Tony blinked up at him and shrugged helplessly. "Sorry. Must've zoned out for a sec. Um, where's Ziva and McGee?"
"Sent 'em home." Gibbs drank the rest of his coffee and pitched the cup into Tony's trash can. "Come on." He turned to go.
"Come...where?" Tony asked in confusion.
Gibbs stopped in front of the elevator and gave a predatory grin, then sent another very explicit image of the two of them doing the horizontal tango. "So, comin'?" he asked innocently.
Tony scrambled to grab his gear.
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*grasps chest dramatically* :::wheeze::: That was HAWT! =)
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Glad you found it and liked it though! :D
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