Drabbles - SN and NCIS
Inspired by Peter Krause's beard last night... Look! Drabble! (Well, 150-word drabble.)
"No," Dan said, as soon as Casey cleared the doorway. "No. Not cool."
"Aw, come on, Danny."
Dan shook his head many times. Emphatically. "Nuh-uh. No way."
"No fair. You did it."
"Yes. And I wasn't the one objecting, now was I?"
Casey knew he had absolutely no ground to stand on, but who needed to be right when you could whine? "Dann-y-y," he groaned, making the name three syllables long.
Dan was steadfast and solid. "No."
"But why?" He should pout. Dan could never resist the pout. He arranged his face just... there.
"Because, Casey."
"Because why?"
"Because I said so. Now, go."
"Don't want to."
"Well, suck it up." Dan pointed at the door. "Go on."
Casey went, fingering the beginnings of his very sexy beard for the last time. "I hate you."
Dan pulled a bottle from somewhere. "Meh," he said, and took a sip of beer.
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And when I saved that, I found this NCIS 135-word drabble on my harddrive. Huh.
He doesn't know what he expected to find here.
If he had let himself think about it, he supposes that this would have been the most logical possibility. But he really hadn't wanted to think about it, and maybe that's why.
This job changed him. He knows that. Maybe it had shattered him. But it had been the only place he felt like he fit.
He doesn't fit there anymore.
He doesn't fit anywhere. And instead, he's shattered someone else and the shadows in Tony's eyes scare him. He looks like a wild horse, worn down, knowing it's no more use resisting. Accepting the saddle. Except that the weight of that saddle smashed him into a thousand tiny shards.
Gibbs sits down on the edge of the bed and reflects on the meaning of 'broken.'
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Due South is on in half an hour. Yay!