fic- "My Own Eyes" NCIS/Stargate SG- 1 Part 3
Title: My Own Eyes
Author: CJ aka WritinginCT
Fandom: NCIS/Stargate Crossover
Pairing: Gibbs/Daniel Jackson
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
Categories: First Time, Romance
Feedback: Love it? Hate it?
Disclaimer: I don’t own the recognizable characters I’m just inspired by them. Hopefully they’ve had fun playing in my sandbox.
Summary: A dead Marine brings together two quiet, blue-eyed men.
Status: WIP
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Daniel woke to the smell of coffee wafting through the house. It took another moment for him to realize that he wasn't alone in the bed, and that he had Gibbs spooned around him protectively with his hand resting on Daniel's hip, carefully away from his bruises.
Daniel's brain wanted to crawl back to the depths of sleep to avoid having to process what had happened in the middle of the night. He was embarrassed but apparently, hiding from Gibbs wasn't exactly an option this morning.
He felt the hand on his hip gently stroke, and Gibbs low voice teased from behind him, “I'm glad I set that coffee pot on the timer last night.”
Daniel was glad that Gibbs didn't move, he was enjoying the feeling of having a warm, living person next to him, it had been so long he had almost forgotten what it was like; and he was also glad because he wasn't ready to look Gibbs in the eye.
The hand that had been on his hip made its way up to rub Daniel's unbruised bicep and Gibbs asked with concern, “You okay?”
Daniel didn't know if Gibbs meant physically or emotionally, he wondered if Gibbs knew. And he didn't know how to answer. The pain and anguish he had let loose after his nightmare was something he had never shared with anyone before, never felt anyone was strong enough to bear it. Even Jack had only ever seen pieces of it, never the whole. He had given the whole of it to Gibbs. And Gibbs didn't break from the weight of it, and didn't run away from it, from Daniel. And he had stayed, lying next to Daniel giving him something solid to hold on to through the night, not letting the ghosts in the dark pull him back into the abyss. And Daniel had let him.
Daniel knew that Gibbs wouldn't accept anything less than honestly, and replied, “At the moment I don't know. But I will be. I always am.”
He felt Gibbs hand still on his arm and he almost panicked, thinking he had said the wrong thing and that Gibbs was going to leave.
Gibbs was floored at Daniel's admission and it had stopped him dead in his tracks. There was so much pain bottled up in Daniel, it had come off of him in waves as Gibbs held him while he cried it out. He also seemed starved for human contact. And it all made Gibbs furious at the people closest to Daniel, didn't any of them see this? Didn't any of them see that Daniel was about to implode if some of the weight wasn't lifted? He had thought long and hard about it all as he held a sleeping Daniel. Now listening to Daniel's halfhearted reply he wondered if Daniel every really let any of them know how much he was hurting, how lonely he truly was. But then again when Gibbs thought about it, he didn't let anyone in either, suffering in silence preferred. He was brought back out of his thoughts by a quiet plea from Daniel.
“Please don't go.”
The plaintive tone cut deeply into Gibbs and brought out all those protective feelings again, even if the person he needed to protect Daniel from was Daniel. He pressed himself closer to Daniel's back and very carefully snaked his arm under Daniel's to rest his hand over Daniel's heart. “I'm not going anywhere.” he said softly as he rested his cheek near Daniel's ear.
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The two men lay there until they absolutely had to getup to get into the office reasonably on time. They went about their own morning shower routines in silence, both cautiously avoiding saying anything heavy. Somehow they both knew that neither wanted heavy conversation in the light of day, it was something to be reserved for when the shadows of the night would hide them.
Gibbs again helped Daniel wrap his ribs and the tension between them was broken when he accidentally found a ticklish spot on Daniel. At Daniel's snort of laughter he teased with playful smirk, “I'll have to remember that spot.”
The look on Gibbs face made Daniel laugh, and then he groaned, “Oh, don't make me laugh, please.”
And it was as if a switch had been thrown and their easy camaraderie from the day before returned.
Leaving for NCIS, Daniel brought his laptop with him but left his clothing and everything else at Gibbs. He knew that he would be returning there regardless of whether or not the threat against him was eliminated. There was a strong sense of unfinished business between him and Gibbs.
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Tony watched Gibbs and Dr. Jackson exit the elevator, identical coffee dual cups in hand. He stood to greet the two men.
“Morning, Boss. Dr. Jackson.”
“What have we got, DiNozzo?” Gibbs said without preamble.
“Director wanted to see you as soon as you got in. Abby says she'll have the rest of the DNA results within the hour, and she and McGee are working on the bug now. I've been running through Captain Ward's phone and financial records, I got the phone records about five minutes ago and I'm just starting to process them.”
“Good. Can you escort Dr. Jackson to a conference room while I go see what the Director wants?”
“Sure thing, Boss. Dr. Jackson, if you'll follow me.”
“Please call me Daniel, Agent DiNozzo.” Daniel said as they walked down the corridor.
“Only if you call me Tony.” Tony said with a grin. His face took on a compassionate expression and he asked gently, “How you holding up?”
“Well, I'm past wishing this was all a nightmare and onto wishing it were just all over with already.” Daniel replied grimly.
They chatted briefly, and Tony could now see why Gibbs was attracted to Daniel. He was just an interesting, likeable person. It really was a shame that they all had to meet under such horrible circumstances.
He got Daniel situated in the conference room, leaving a probie at the door as an escort in case Daniel needed anything, then headed back to start sorting through Captain Ward's phone records, hoping for a lead.
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Gibbs strode into the Director's office, barely acknowledging Cynthia on his way through.
“Good morning, Jethro.”
“Director. You wanted to see me?” he asked as he stood in front of her desk.
“What is the status of the Ward case?”
“Nothing solid yet. DNA should be in within the hour and we're just starting on his paper trail. Why?”
“I've just spent the past two hours assuring the President, the SecNav, the Secretary of the Air Force, and one really grumpy Air Force Colonel in Minnesota that we are in fact progressing right along in our investigation and that one Dr. Daniel Jackson is safe and sound.”
“Why so much heat on a Marine Captain's death?”
“Not Captain Ward. Dr. Jackson was their primary concern.”
“Daniel? Why?”
Jen quirked an eye at his “Daniel”, and the obvious concern on his face. She had long suspected that he had had occasional trysts with men but had kept it to herself. But now she wondered exactly how involved with Dr. Jackson Gibbs was, or wanted to be.
“I don't know. He's listed as a consultant on a deep space telemetry project out of Cheyenne Mountain. But it smells like a cover story to me. What ever he's doing for the Air Force is big. So big they won't read me in on it. Protecting Dr. Jackson just became our number one priority, Gibbs. Resources are not an issue. Am I clear?”
“No one is going to hurt Daniel, Director. No one. And we're going to find out who killed Captain Ward. You can bet on that.” Gibbs threw out as he left the office.
Jen let out a sigh, she had the answer to her Gibbs/Dr. Jackson question in the form of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs turning into a protective grizzly bear in the space of two heartbeats. She had seen a candid picture of Dr. Jackson and she wondered if Gibbs realized that Daniel carried the same warinesss in his eyes that Gibbs did. Both men had eyes that had seen too much, and she hoped for Jethro's sake that nothing happened to Dr. Jackson.
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tbc...
Chapter List for My Own Eyes
Author: CJ aka WritinginCT
Fandom: NCIS/Stargate Crossover
Pairing: Gibbs/Daniel Jackson
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash
Categories: First Time, Romance
Feedback: Love it? Hate it?
Disclaimer: I don’t own the recognizable characters I’m just inspired by them. Hopefully they’ve had fun playing in my sandbox.
Summary: A dead Marine brings together two quiet, blue-eyed men.
Status: WIP
banner by the amazing
kaylashay81
---------------
Daniel woke to the smell of coffee wafting through the house. It took another moment for him to realize that he wasn't alone in the bed, and that he had Gibbs spooned around him protectively with his hand resting on Daniel's hip, carefully away from his bruises.
Daniel's brain wanted to crawl back to the depths of sleep to avoid having to process what had happened in the middle of the night. He was embarrassed but apparently, hiding from Gibbs wasn't exactly an option this morning.
He felt the hand on his hip gently stroke, and Gibbs low voice teased from behind him, “I'm glad I set that coffee pot on the timer last night.”
Daniel was glad that Gibbs didn't move, he was enjoying the feeling of having a warm, living person next to him, it had been so long he had almost forgotten what it was like; and he was also glad because he wasn't ready to look Gibbs in the eye.
The hand that had been on his hip made its way up to rub Daniel's unbruised bicep and Gibbs asked with concern, “You okay?”
Daniel didn't know if Gibbs meant physically or emotionally, he wondered if Gibbs knew. And he didn't know how to answer. The pain and anguish he had let loose after his nightmare was something he had never shared with anyone before, never felt anyone was strong enough to bear it. Even Jack had only ever seen pieces of it, never the whole. He had given the whole of it to Gibbs. And Gibbs didn't break from the weight of it, and didn't run away from it, from Daniel. And he had stayed, lying next to Daniel giving him something solid to hold on to through the night, not letting the ghosts in the dark pull him back into the abyss. And Daniel had let him.
Daniel knew that Gibbs wouldn't accept anything less than honestly, and replied, “At the moment I don't know. But I will be. I always am.”
He felt Gibbs hand still on his arm and he almost panicked, thinking he had said the wrong thing and that Gibbs was going to leave.
Gibbs was floored at Daniel's admission and it had stopped him dead in his tracks. There was so much pain bottled up in Daniel, it had come off of him in waves as Gibbs held him while he cried it out. He also seemed starved for human contact. And it all made Gibbs furious at the people closest to Daniel, didn't any of them see this? Didn't any of them see that Daniel was about to implode if some of the weight wasn't lifted? He had thought long and hard about it all as he held a sleeping Daniel. Now listening to Daniel's halfhearted reply he wondered if Daniel every really let any of them know how much he was hurting, how lonely he truly was. But then again when Gibbs thought about it, he didn't let anyone in either, suffering in silence preferred. He was brought back out of his thoughts by a quiet plea from Daniel.
“Please don't go.”
The plaintive tone cut deeply into Gibbs and brought out all those protective feelings again, even if the person he needed to protect Daniel from was Daniel. He pressed himself closer to Daniel's back and very carefully snaked his arm under Daniel's to rest his hand over Daniel's heart. “I'm not going anywhere.” he said softly as he rested his cheek near Daniel's ear.
---------------
The two men lay there until they absolutely had to getup to get into the office reasonably on time. They went about their own morning shower routines in silence, both cautiously avoiding saying anything heavy. Somehow they both knew that neither wanted heavy conversation in the light of day, it was something to be reserved for when the shadows of the night would hide them.
Gibbs again helped Daniel wrap his ribs and the tension between them was broken when he accidentally found a ticklish spot on Daniel. At Daniel's snort of laughter he teased with playful smirk, “I'll have to remember that spot.”
The look on Gibbs face made Daniel laugh, and then he groaned, “Oh, don't make me laugh, please.”
And it was as if a switch had been thrown and their easy camaraderie from the day before returned.
Leaving for NCIS, Daniel brought his laptop with him but left his clothing and everything else at Gibbs. He knew that he would be returning there regardless of whether or not the threat against him was eliminated. There was a strong sense of unfinished business between him and Gibbs.
---------------
Tony watched Gibbs and Dr. Jackson exit the elevator, identical coffee dual cups in hand. He stood to greet the two men.
“Morning, Boss. Dr. Jackson.”
“What have we got, DiNozzo?” Gibbs said without preamble.
“Director wanted to see you as soon as you got in. Abby says she'll have the rest of the DNA results within the hour, and she and McGee are working on the bug now. I've been running through Captain Ward's phone and financial records, I got the phone records about five minutes ago and I'm just starting to process them.”
“Good. Can you escort Dr. Jackson to a conference room while I go see what the Director wants?”
“Sure thing, Boss. Dr. Jackson, if you'll follow me.”
“Please call me Daniel, Agent DiNozzo.” Daniel said as they walked down the corridor.
“Only if you call me Tony.” Tony said with a grin. His face took on a compassionate expression and he asked gently, “How you holding up?”
“Well, I'm past wishing this was all a nightmare and onto wishing it were just all over with already.” Daniel replied grimly.
They chatted briefly, and Tony could now see why Gibbs was attracted to Daniel. He was just an interesting, likeable person. It really was a shame that they all had to meet under such horrible circumstances.
He got Daniel situated in the conference room, leaving a probie at the door as an escort in case Daniel needed anything, then headed back to start sorting through Captain Ward's phone records, hoping for a lead.
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Gibbs strode into the Director's office, barely acknowledging Cynthia on his way through.
“Good morning, Jethro.”
“Director. You wanted to see me?” he asked as he stood in front of her desk.
“What is the status of the Ward case?”
“Nothing solid yet. DNA should be in within the hour and we're just starting on his paper trail. Why?”
“I've just spent the past two hours assuring the President, the SecNav, the Secretary of the Air Force, and one really grumpy Air Force Colonel in Minnesota that we are in fact progressing right along in our investigation and that one Dr. Daniel Jackson is safe and sound.”
“Why so much heat on a Marine Captain's death?”
“Not Captain Ward. Dr. Jackson was their primary concern.”
“Daniel? Why?”
Jen quirked an eye at his “Daniel”, and the obvious concern on his face. She had long suspected that he had had occasional trysts with men but had kept it to herself. But now she wondered exactly how involved with Dr. Jackson Gibbs was, or wanted to be.
“I don't know. He's listed as a consultant on a deep space telemetry project out of Cheyenne Mountain. But it smells like a cover story to me. What ever he's doing for the Air Force is big. So big they won't read me in on it. Protecting Dr. Jackson just became our number one priority, Gibbs. Resources are not an issue. Am I clear?”
“No one is going to hurt Daniel, Director. No one. And we're going to find out who killed Captain Ward. You can bet on that.” Gibbs threw out as he left the office.
Jen let out a sigh, she had the answer to her Gibbs/Dr. Jackson question in the form of one Leroy Jethro Gibbs turning into a protective grizzly bear in the space of two heartbeats. She had seen a candid picture of Dr. Jackson and she wondered if Gibbs realized that Daniel carried the same warinesss in his eyes that Gibbs did. Both men had eyes that had seen too much, and she hoped for Jethro's sake that nothing happened to Dr. Jackson.
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tbc...
Chapter List for My Own Eyes