Project Wolfbane: Chapter Two
This is from the NCIS Kink Meme prompt of lycanthrope!Tony and lycanthrope!Gibbs on page 17. Just little blurbs and my imagination got away from me.
Title: Project Wolfbane
Author: skellig8
Fandom: NCIS, season 4-ish
Genre: Supernatural, Fantasy, AU
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Their sandbox, I'm just playing.
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, if I can wing it, otherwise, just gen
Summary: Not much is to be said about old, Cold War Era cold cases, but when one of their own is implicated, more questions arise than answers.
A/N: Like the banner? First attempt by yours truly... all mistakes are mine. Have no beta...
Previous: Chapter One
As soon as he heard that Gibbs had gone to the party, he felt his stomach drop like lead. He had gotten too complacent here, being happy had done that to him. For once in his long life, he had been happy in his work here. But he had a flash of insight from the way Ziva was smirking at him. She knew. Director Shepard had told her something.
He had a feeling that he would know what it was to die as he looked over at Gibbs’ smirking face. The immortality he had been given was lackluster in his own gaze. But he saw within his mind’s eye a different Gibbs with a different team, and he wasn’t there to protect the other man. He had tried coming so close to him. Well, if that’s what they wanted, they would get it.
He went up to Director Shepard’s office for a shot, as he injected himself he looked up at the clock on the wall. Time was so very fleeting, and he wouldn’t have much time left here. Jenny slid a folder over to him.
“You’ll need a reason to explain why you have been healing so quickly. Tell them you’re taking some time off because of your arm. You need to recertify yourself anyway. By the time you come back, your assignment will be done and you can go back to the team,” the Director stated.
“We both know how long that will last,” Tony answered back. “Do what you have to and leave my feelings out of it. If you want me as a single unit, do it. Don’t mess around with them or me emotionally. They’re at the point, as I’m sure you know, to be getting rid of me. What will it be? Faking my death? Team transfer?
What?”
Shepard looked surprised at his dissection of the situation.
“Shepard, I’m an excellent reader of human behavior, and this? I’m not surprised at all. I knew what your goal was. Congratulations, you managed to convince them they’d be better off without me. So, cut the bull and let’s get down to it.”
“You will be on your own when you return. I’ll handle the details.”
“Fine,” he gave a sharp nod. “See you later, Director.”
~*~*~
Tony’s footsteps whispered over the floor, making no noise in the human range of hearing. He approached the bed and quietly leaned down. He kissed Gibbs’ lips gently, soft as a butterfly’s wing.
“Goodbye, Leroy Jethro Gibbs,” he whispered against the other man’s lips, slightly parted in sleep. He leaned back and shifted down into wolf form. He paused in the doorway, taking a last look at the man sleeping. He left down the stairs and through the back porch and slid the door open and shut and raced back out into the waning light of the moon.
~*~*~
Tony was off on some well deserved vacation, during that time Gibbs made sure everyone went to practice their skills on the gun range. For all her skills as Mossad, Ziva had terrible aim. He let her know it. All the true hits they had found came from Tony’s weapon. When he came back Monday morning into the bullpen sipping his coffee he walked into his team’s partition and knew something was off. Something was out of place and he could feel it in his gut. Something was wrong.
“Jethro,” Jenny called without preamble as she went down the stairs to the MCRT area. “I have something for you to look over.”
She handed him several files. He looked over the top of them and saw they were personnel files. “What’s this?” he grunted.
“You have some time to choose a new agent for your team. If these candidates do not fulfill your requirements, I’ll let you choose your own. However, I’m giving you three weeks before I appoint one for you.”
Jethro looked at her incredulously. “I don’t need anyone else on my team. I have who I need.”
“Yes, but you need to replace Agent DiNozzo.”
That stopped him in his tracks. “What?”
“Agent DiNozzo has left. You’ll need to find a replacement.”
Jethro stormed away, heedless to the Director’s attempts at calling him back. He spied McGee at his desk.
“McGee! Call DiNozzo, find out where he is!”
McGee picked up his phone and hit the speed dial. No dice. He called a few more times, then Tony’s landline. Nothing. He went over to Tony’s desk to see if he had left any sign of where he went. He went over to Tony’s desk, surprised when he found it bare. No office clutter or knick knacks. He opened the top drawer- empty. He opened the next. Nothing, it was empty. He opened the bottom drawer where Tony kept Gibbs’ medals. There was a note on top:
McGoo,
Congrats on your promotion to SFA.
Watch the Boss’ six for me? Don’t be afraid to stand
up to him, his wrath doesn’t last long with his team.
Good luck, you’re going to need it.
-T
“Boss?” McGee began shakily.
“What is it?” Gibbs growled at him.
McGee just walked over and showed Gibbs the note. For once in front of McGee, he truly looked his age and it was a sight he wasn’t sure he wanted to see.
Title: Project Wolfbane
Author: skellig8
Fandom: NCIS, season 4-ish
Genre: Supernatural, Fantasy, AU
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Their sandbox, I'm just playing.
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, if I can wing it, otherwise, just gen
Summary: Not much is to be said about old, Cold War Era cold cases, but when one of their own is implicated, more questions arise than answers.
A/N: Like the banner? First attempt by yours truly... all mistakes are mine. Have no beta...
Previous: Chapter One
As soon as he heard that Gibbs had gone to the party, he felt his stomach drop like lead. He had gotten too complacent here, being happy had done that to him. For once in his long life, he had been happy in his work here. But he had a flash of insight from the way Ziva was smirking at him. She knew. Director Shepard had told her something.
He had a feeling that he would know what it was to die as he looked over at Gibbs’ smirking face. The immortality he had been given was lackluster in his own gaze. But he saw within his mind’s eye a different Gibbs with a different team, and he wasn’t there to protect the other man. He had tried coming so close to him. Well, if that’s what they wanted, they would get it.
He went up to Director Shepard’s office for a shot, as he injected himself he looked up at the clock on the wall. Time was so very fleeting, and he wouldn’t have much time left here. Jenny slid a folder over to him.
“You’ll need a reason to explain why you have been healing so quickly. Tell them you’re taking some time off because of your arm. You need to recertify yourself anyway. By the time you come back, your assignment will be done and you can go back to the team,” the Director stated.
“We both know how long that will last,” Tony answered back. “Do what you have to and leave my feelings out of it. If you want me as a single unit, do it. Don’t mess around with them or me emotionally. They’re at the point, as I’m sure you know, to be getting rid of me. What will it be? Faking my death? Team transfer?
What?”
Shepard looked surprised at his dissection of the situation.
“Shepard, I’m an excellent reader of human behavior, and this? I’m not surprised at all. I knew what your goal was. Congratulations, you managed to convince them they’d be better off without me. So, cut the bull and let’s get down to it.”
“You will be on your own when you return. I’ll handle the details.”
“Fine,” he gave a sharp nod. “See you later, Director.”
~*~*~
Tony’s footsteps whispered over the floor, making no noise in the human range of hearing. He approached the bed and quietly leaned down. He kissed Gibbs’ lips gently, soft as a butterfly’s wing.
“Goodbye, Leroy Jethro Gibbs,” he whispered against the other man’s lips, slightly parted in sleep. He leaned back and shifted down into wolf form. He paused in the doorway, taking a last look at the man sleeping. He left down the stairs and through the back porch and slid the door open and shut and raced back out into the waning light of the moon.
~*~*~
Tony was off on some well deserved vacation, during that time Gibbs made sure everyone went to practice their skills on the gun range. For all her skills as Mossad, Ziva had terrible aim. He let her know it. All the true hits they had found came from Tony’s weapon. When he came back Monday morning into the bullpen sipping his coffee he walked into his team’s partition and knew something was off. Something was out of place and he could feel it in his gut. Something was wrong.
“Jethro,” Jenny called without preamble as she went down the stairs to the MCRT area. “I have something for you to look over.”
She handed him several files. He looked over the top of them and saw they were personnel files. “What’s this?” he grunted.
“You have some time to choose a new agent for your team. If these candidates do not fulfill your requirements, I’ll let you choose your own. However, I’m giving you three weeks before I appoint one for you.”
Jethro looked at her incredulously. “I don’t need anyone else on my team. I have who I need.”
“Yes, but you need to replace Agent DiNozzo.”
That stopped him in his tracks. “What?”
“Agent DiNozzo has left. You’ll need to find a replacement.”
Jethro stormed away, heedless to the Director’s attempts at calling him back. He spied McGee at his desk.
“McGee! Call DiNozzo, find out where he is!”
McGee picked up his phone and hit the speed dial. No dice. He called a few more times, then Tony’s landline. Nothing. He went over to Tony’s desk to see if he had left any sign of where he went. He went over to Tony’s desk, surprised when he found it bare. No office clutter or knick knacks. He opened the top drawer- empty. He opened the next. Nothing, it was empty. He opened the bottom drawer where Tony kept Gibbs’ medals. There was a note on top:
McGoo,
Congrats on your promotion to SFA.
Watch the Boss’ six for me? Don’t be afraid to stand
up to him, his wrath doesn’t last long with his team.
Good luck, you’re going to need it.
-T
“Boss?” McGee began shakily.
“What is it?” Gibbs growled at him.
McGee just walked over and showed Gibbs the note. For once in front of McGee, he truly looked his age and it was a sight he wasn’t sure he wanted to see.