Been having weird dreams...
And watching NCIS. And looking for ANY decent fic. So...found something where someone was talking about NCIS and Regency Romances (a'la SGA Harlequin but with a regency flair) and my brain, around 1am, came up with this.
I have to write it down because brain hurts when I don't. It's not beta'd. It's crack. It's just some scenes, not the whole thing.
Cast:
Emma = Tony
Mr. Knightly = Gibbs
Harriett Smith = McGee (but he'll get a better ending)
Jane Fairfax = Palmer
Frank Churchill = Ziva
A new character (dear friend of Mr. Knightly) = Ducky
A few other notes:
An outtake after Tony has announced that he's in love with Ziva. Mr. Gibbs is, unsurprisingly, skeptical.
"I dare say, Gibbs, that you are not the most aware person there is, in relationship to love," Ducky held his stance and paired Gibbs' thrust.
Gibbs kept looking for an opening. He hated how the one person he could never beat, in fencing at least, was Ducky. The man barely moved! "Ducky, all I said was that Tony is too young and too irresponsible to think he has a clue of what love is. Especially with someone he has met at all of two dinner engagements!"
Ducky smiled to himself, leaned in on the left and hit his mark. "My point, I do think." He smiled and stood back, bowing, ending the match for now. "And how many times did you dine with Ms. Sheperd before becoming engaged? Five?"
Gibbs grimaced and stood back, whipping his forehead with the back of his sleeve. "I was not engaged...merely, thinking about it." He walked over to the table to pour them both a coffee. "And, before you talk of the other almost engagements, I will point out again that I was never engaged to any of the three women. Promises were not made."
Ducky took the cup offered to him, chuckling. "True enough - was enough of a scandal that all of them thought you were to propose. Thank your lucky stars that your head is harder than a cricket bat." Ducky sharpened his gaze. "I would point out that dear Tony has not proposed at this point." Ducky sipped his tea, watching...waiting...yes, now... "Although I do say, that he could chose worse that young Miss David. She is a fine catch."
Gibbs sputtered, coffee staining his coat. "He is not ready for a catch! He's too young, too brash, too...too..."
Ducky merely sipped his coffee, "Much like a certain Mr. Gibbs was when he met the lovely Miss Shannon? I think some called you two impetuous?"
Gibbs waved a hand and went to get more coffee. "Completely different! I was ready to settle down and Shannon was..." Gibbs swallowed; even ten years later it still hurt to think of her.
Ducky clucked quietly. "I know full well how Shannon was, my dear boy. You two were a good match. And perhaps it is time that dear Anthony find his own match."
Gibbs growled and started in again on the "Tony is too young" speech. Ducky nodded, sipped and quietly thought to himself, 'Perhaps it's not that Tony is too young...but that you don't like it, Jethro.' Yes, he'd have to watch more of this.
Tim needs dancing lessons to be able to impress - or at least be able not to step on the toes - of Miss Abigail at the dinner party the next evening.
"Mr. Dinozzo!" Tim was appalled and stunned.
"Oh, Mr. McGee, do not be a stick in the mud! You need to know how to dance and I will show you. Now," Tony held out his arms, "Come here and put your hand in..."
A snort from the back of the room made Tony turn his head. "Ah, Mr. Gibbs, how auspicious of you to skulk in in your usual manner."
Gibbs did the small head bow Tony knew so well, neither accepting the statement or arguing it. "Merely arrived and asked not to be introduced by Jeffrey. After knowing each other for so many years, I don't think that I must stand on formality." He raised one eyebrow at Tony's pose. "What do we have here?"
Tony lowered his arms. There was something, every day, that Gibbs did or said that made him...uneasy. He didn't like it and hadn't for over a year now. "If you must know..."
Gibbs smiled, "And i must..."
Tony rolled his eyes and gestured to McGee. "Timothy here has never had the occasion to dance. One would think that a man of his upbringing..."
McGee quickly stepped forward, bristling at Tony. "I do know how! Or, at least, I know the steps. It's just that, I've never...I don't want..."
Tony waved it away, "Yes, yes, Mr. McGee, you have never fully enjoyed dancing." At Gibbs' snort, Tony eyed him. "Mr. Gibbs does not enjoy it either but he doesn't break toes." Tony gave Gibbs a cheeky grin. "Or at least, that was what Fiancee number one and two said, wasn't it?"
Gibbs glared at Tony, "They were not engagements!"
Tony smiled wider. "Of course they weren't, Mr. Gibbs. Why, three almost engagements in over five years would almost be...scandalous." Tony enjoyed the quick word play with Gibbs, almost as much as he enjoyed his friendship; perhaps it was the basis of the friendship. Tony didn't think on it much.
Tony turned to McGee. "However, Timothy, if you are going to have any chance with Miss Scuito, you must make an effort! Mr. Palmer danced with her the other evening as did I. She will be dancing tomorrow night and it's the only hope you have to be near her." Tony went back to the waltz position, "Now, give me your hand..."
McGee still looked appalled. "I cannot dance with you! You're...a...a...not a woman!"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am a man and you must get over those notions!" Tony turned his head to see Gibbs smirking at the tableau. "Fine then, let us desensitize you. Mr. Gibbs, if I may?"
Gibbs gave Tony a look. Tony huffed. "This is not that difficult! I want to show Mr. McGee that two men can dance without a problem so he will then allow me - one who has never stepped on the first young lady's toe in my entire life, Timothy - to show him how to do so. So come here." Tony waved impatiently at Gibbs.
Gibbs sighed and moved over. "For this, I want coffee with afternoon scones, not that blasted tea," he growled as he took Tony's hand. "And I lead!"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, fine to both coffee and leading! Now, please, and..." Tony stopped talking as Gibbs started the waltz.
Tony looked over Gibbs' shoulder as they made the first round, "See, Timothy? It's all in the movement. You must feel comfortable in mov..."
Gibbs cut in, "Actually, Mr. McGee, it is all about being comfortable in what you are doing." Tony felt his hand being squeezed and he looked at Gibbs. "And one should always be in tune with one's partner, looking at them, giving them full attention." He continued to dance Tony around the room as Tony looked at his dancing partner. His eyes were the most remarkable shade of blue.
Tony felt his stomach tighten, "Yes...full attention..." He waltzed around the room a second and third time with Gibbs before a noise caught is attention. Gibbs stopped and Tony turned his head.
McGee cleared his throat again, "I don't think I'll ever be comfortable enough to dance and not look at my feet."
Tony swallowed and stepped away from Gibbs, shivering slightly as he felt the drag of Gibbs' fingertips over his palm. 'Good lord, that was...well!' Tony put the thought out of his mind. "Timothy, the point is that you cannot stare at your feet. You must look at your partner."
Gibbs leaned over Tony's back and the shiver occurred again. "If you are comfortable, you even forget you are dancing. Right, Mr. Dinnozo?"
Tony swallowed again before turning. Gibbs had a habit of standing very close. "I...yes...when the dance is correct...when the partner is..." Tony's words trailed off. 'Honestly, it must be the waistcoat. His eyes have never been that blue before...'
I have to write it down because brain hurts when I don't. It's not beta'd. It's crack. It's just some scenes, not the whole thing.
Cast:
Emma = Tony
Mr. Knightly = Gibbs
Harriett Smith = McGee (but he'll get a better ending)
Jane Fairfax = Palmer
Frank Churchill = Ziva
A new character (dear friend of Mr. Knightly) = Ducky
A few other notes:
- Tony's father isn't an ass in this one. Sorry but that doesn't fit for "Emma".
- I have no idea when the waltz came up and I don't care. I'm not making this real, yo. :)
- Also, no idea if the English would fence. Again...don't care.
An outtake after Tony has announced that he's in love with Ziva. Mr. Gibbs is, unsurprisingly, skeptical.
"I dare say, Gibbs, that you are not the most aware person there is, in relationship to love," Ducky held his stance and paired Gibbs' thrust.
Gibbs kept looking for an opening. He hated how the one person he could never beat, in fencing at least, was Ducky. The man barely moved! "Ducky, all I said was that Tony is too young and too irresponsible to think he has a clue of what love is. Especially with someone he has met at all of two dinner engagements!"
Ducky smiled to himself, leaned in on the left and hit his mark. "My point, I do think." He smiled and stood back, bowing, ending the match for now. "And how many times did you dine with Ms. Sheperd before becoming engaged? Five?"
Gibbs grimaced and stood back, whipping his forehead with the back of his sleeve. "I was not engaged...merely, thinking about it." He walked over to the table to pour them both a coffee. "And, before you talk of the other almost engagements, I will point out again that I was never engaged to any of the three women. Promises were not made."
Ducky took the cup offered to him, chuckling. "True enough - was enough of a scandal that all of them thought you were to propose. Thank your lucky stars that your head is harder than a cricket bat." Ducky sharpened his gaze. "I would point out that dear Tony has not proposed at this point." Ducky sipped his tea, watching...waiting...yes, now... "Although I do say, that he could chose worse that young Miss David. She is a fine catch."
Gibbs sputtered, coffee staining his coat. "He is not ready for a catch! He's too young, too brash, too...too..."
Ducky merely sipped his coffee, "Much like a certain Mr. Gibbs was when he met the lovely Miss Shannon? I think some called you two impetuous?"
Gibbs waved a hand and went to get more coffee. "Completely different! I was ready to settle down and Shannon was..." Gibbs swallowed; even ten years later it still hurt to think of her.
Ducky clucked quietly. "I know full well how Shannon was, my dear boy. You two were a good match. And perhaps it is time that dear Anthony find his own match."
Gibbs growled and started in again on the "Tony is too young" speech. Ducky nodded, sipped and quietly thought to himself, 'Perhaps it's not that Tony is too young...but that you don't like it, Jethro.' Yes, he'd have to watch more of this.
Tim needs dancing lessons to be able to impress - or at least be able not to step on the toes - of Miss Abigail at the dinner party the next evening.
"Mr. Dinozzo!" Tim was appalled and stunned.
"Oh, Mr. McGee, do not be a stick in the mud! You need to know how to dance and I will show you. Now," Tony held out his arms, "Come here and put your hand in..."
A snort from the back of the room made Tony turn his head. "Ah, Mr. Gibbs, how auspicious of you to skulk in in your usual manner."
Gibbs did the small head bow Tony knew so well, neither accepting the statement or arguing it. "Merely arrived and asked not to be introduced by Jeffrey. After knowing each other for so many years, I don't think that I must stand on formality." He raised one eyebrow at Tony's pose. "What do we have here?"
Tony lowered his arms. There was something, every day, that Gibbs did or said that made him...uneasy. He didn't like it and hadn't for over a year now. "If you must know..."
Gibbs smiled, "And i must..."
Tony rolled his eyes and gestured to McGee. "Timothy here has never had the occasion to dance. One would think that a man of his upbringing..."
McGee quickly stepped forward, bristling at Tony. "I do know how! Or, at least, I know the steps. It's just that, I've never...I don't want..."
Tony waved it away, "Yes, yes, Mr. McGee, you have never fully enjoyed dancing." At Gibbs' snort, Tony eyed him. "Mr. Gibbs does not enjoy it either but he doesn't break toes." Tony gave Gibbs a cheeky grin. "Or at least, that was what Fiancee number one and two said, wasn't it?"
Gibbs glared at Tony, "They were not engagements!"
Tony smiled wider. "Of course they weren't, Mr. Gibbs. Why, three almost engagements in over five years would almost be...scandalous." Tony enjoyed the quick word play with Gibbs, almost as much as he enjoyed his friendship; perhaps it was the basis of the friendship. Tony didn't think on it much.
Tony turned to McGee. "However, Timothy, if you are going to have any chance with Miss Scuito, you must make an effort! Mr. Palmer danced with her the other evening as did I. She will be dancing tomorrow night and it's the only hope you have to be near her." Tony went back to the waltz position, "Now, give me your hand..."
McGee still looked appalled. "I cannot dance with you! You're...a...a...not a woman!"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am a man and you must get over those notions!" Tony turned his head to see Gibbs smirking at the tableau. "Fine then, let us desensitize you. Mr. Gibbs, if I may?"
Gibbs gave Tony a look. Tony huffed. "This is not that difficult! I want to show Mr. McGee that two men can dance without a problem so he will then allow me - one who has never stepped on the first young lady's toe in my entire life, Timothy - to show him how to do so. So come here." Tony waved impatiently at Gibbs.
Gibbs sighed and moved over. "For this, I want coffee with afternoon scones, not that blasted tea," he growled as he took Tony's hand. "And I lead!"
Tony rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, fine to both coffee and leading! Now, please, and..." Tony stopped talking as Gibbs started the waltz.
Tony looked over Gibbs' shoulder as they made the first round, "See, Timothy? It's all in the movement. You must feel comfortable in mov..."
Gibbs cut in, "Actually, Mr. McGee, it is all about being comfortable in what you are doing." Tony felt his hand being squeezed and he looked at Gibbs. "And one should always be in tune with one's partner, looking at them, giving them full attention." He continued to dance Tony around the room as Tony looked at his dancing partner. His eyes were the most remarkable shade of blue.
Tony felt his stomach tighten, "Yes...full attention..." He waltzed around the room a second and third time with Gibbs before a noise caught is attention. Gibbs stopped and Tony turned his head.
McGee cleared his throat again, "I don't think I'll ever be comfortable enough to dance and not look at my feet."
Tony swallowed and stepped away from Gibbs, shivering slightly as he felt the drag of Gibbs' fingertips over his palm. 'Good lord, that was...well!' Tony put the thought out of his mind. "Timothy, the point is that you cannot stare at your feet. You must look at your partner."
Gibbs leaned over Tony's back and the shiver occurred again. "If you are comfortable, you even forget you are dancing. Right, Mr. Dinnozo?"
Tony swallowed again before turning. Gibbs had a habit of standing very close. "I...yes...when the dance is correct...when the partner is..." Tony's words trailed off. 'Honestly, it must be the waistcoat. His eyes have never been that blue before...'