Fringe, G, lucifers_toy
Title: Fringe
Fandom: Navy: NCIS
Characters: Tony DiNozzo/Jethro Gibbs, Kate, Ducky, Abby
Prompt: Outsides
Word Count: 894
Rating: G
Summary: She liked to think that she completed the equation, that Gibbs and Tony worked better because of her. They all complimented each other, all three of them with their contrasting personalities.
It’d always been easy for Kate. She’d always been popular and smart, athletic and pretty, kind, and everyone had always loved her. Boys had held open doors for her in university, and in the SS until Kate had disabused them of the idea that as a female, she was inferior. And as soon as she made that clear, she was just one of the guys, easily a member of the group.
And at NCIS, she slotted in pretty easily, too, bantering back and forth with Tony and meeting Gibbs’ standards relatively effortlessly. She liked to think that she completed the equation, that Gibbs and Tony worked better because of her. They all complimented each other, all three of them with their contrasting personalities. All of them are eccentric in their own way, they’re all on the intense end of the scale in their individual affectations. Tony wasn’t just a ladies man, he was a playboy, simple as that. There was little substance to his attraction to women, he just hit on anything wearing a skirt. Gibbs, he was the epitome of a single man, lonely and grumpy and steadfast in his ways. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it.
Kate, well, she was woman enough to admit that she fit a stereotype, too.
But one night had made her question herself. Just a regular team-building outing, and they’d all gone to Gibbs’ place for alcohol and pizza and whatever was on TV. Kate had dithered awkwardly, not wanting to arrive first and be left alone with Gibbs for however late Abby and Tony were going to be, and by the time she’d arrived, Gibbs was sitting on the end of his couch, Abby beside him, her stockinged feet on the low coffee table in front of them.
Gibbs cradled the long neck of a beer bottle in one hand, and had his other resting on the back of the couch, behind Abby’s shoulders. Abby herself was leaning against Gibbs comfortably, her fingers curled delicately around the long stem of a crystal wine glass. She’s looked up when the door had creaked open hesitantly and bounced to her feet to greet Kate, hugging her tightly and dragging her to the kitchen, already talking a mile a minute.
Ducky had arrived next, shaking rain off his hat and shoulders, muttering apologies and explanations in his thick accent, inadvertently making Kate smile fondly. He forewent a drink and claimed the overstuffed armchair at right angles to the couch, smiling, and when Abby and Kate returned with newly-filled glasses, he was in the middle of a story, Gibbs nodding indulgently.
Abby commandeered the remote, flicking it unerringly to MTV, setting the volume on low and resuming her place by Gibbs, pulling Kate down to sit on her other side.
Then Tony had come in, a whirlwind of dampness and pizza and movies and in one simple movement, rocked Kate’s world on it’s axis.
Tony grinned widely at them all, dropping the pizza on the table and hanging up his coat, snaking the long way around the room to smile at Kate, nod to Ducky, wrap his arms around Abby’s shoulders awkwardly from behind and then-
And then to drop a casual kiss on the corner of Gibbs’ mouth even as he snagged his bottle, taking a long swallow with his head tilted back and his free hand resting on Gibbs’ shoulder.
“You guys are so adorable,” Abby cooed, giving the two men infatuated smiles, her exuberance allowing Kate to have her own, private freak out because, seriously? Gibbs and Tony? Where the hell did that come from?
Tony scowled at Abby good-naturedly and rolled his eyes, slapping a pile of DVDs into Abby’s hand on his way to the kitchen, and before Kate had had time to process Abby was squeeing loudly over the movies, Gibbs and Ducky were smiling fondly and Tony had emerged quickly with his own bottle and a pile of plates, passing them out and sliding half a pizza onto his own.
“Pepperoni, Hawaiian, Vegetarian, Chicken,” He announced, tapping on each box with one finger before filling a second plate with pizza and stepping back, hesitating for barely a second as Abby pushed passed him to flip open boxes enthusiastically, realising steamy aroma.
Kate realised his dilemma, looking around at all the claimed seats, and she flushed, half-rising and making a vague gesture of invitation.
Tony smiled and shook his head, sinking to his knees by Gibbs and collapsing gracefully to the carpet, leaning against Gibbs’ legs and arching into the large hand that settled into his hair, stroking gently.
And, okay, Kate didn’t doubt her skills as a profiler. She didn’t doubt that she was capable of her job, didn’t doubt that the team worked better with her because Tony and Gibbs didn’t understand that some rules can’t be broken, but…
It was enough to make her mind boggle, and she felt awkward in her own skin because at some point in her mind, she’d somehow viewed both of them as hers when all along, they’d been each other’s. She wasn’t the middle, she was on the outside, close, but not close enough.
It wasn’t that she was in love with them, either of them, but it was that they should have been in love with her.
Fandom: Navy: NCIS
Characters: Tony DiNozzo/Jethro Gibbs, Kate, Ducky, Abby
Prompt: Outsides
Word Count: 894
Rating: G
Summary: She liked to think that she completed the equation, that Gibbs and Tony worked better because of her. They all complimented each other, all three of them with their contrasting personalities.
It’d always been easy for Kate. She’d always been popular and smart, athletic and pretty, kind, and everyone had always loved her. Boys had held open doors for her in university, and in the SS until Kate had disabused them of the idea that as a female, she was inferior. And as soon as she made that clear, she was just one of the guys, easily a member of the group.
And at NCIS, she slotted in pretty easily, too, bantering back and forth with Tony and meeting Gibbs’ standards relatively effortlessly. She liked to think that she completed the equation, that Gibbs and Tony worked better because of her. They all complimented each other, all three of them with their contrasting personalities. All of them are eccentric in their own way, they’re all on the intense end of the scale in their individual affectations. Tony wasn’t just a ladies man, he was a playboy, simple as that. There was little substance to his attraction to women, he just hit on anything wearing a skirt. Gibbs, he was the epitome of a single man, lonely and grumpy and steadfast in his ways. He knew what he wanted and he knew how to get it.
Kate, well, she was woman enough to admit that she fit a stereotype, too.
But one night had made her question herself. Just a regular team-building outing, and they’d all gone to Gibbs’ place for alcohol and pizza and whatever was on TV. Kate had dithered awkwardly, not wanting to arrive first and be left alone with Gibbs for however late Abby and Tony were going to be, and by the time she’d arrived, Gibbs was sitting on the end of his couch, Abby beside him, her stockinged feet on the low coffee table in front of them.
Gibbs cradled the long neck of a beer bottle in one hand, and had his other resting on the back of the couch, behind Abby’s shoulders. Abby herself was leaning against Gibbs comfortably, her fingers curled delicately around the long stem of a crystal wine glass. She’s looked up when the door had creaked open hesitantly and bounced to her feet to greet Kate, hugging her tightly and dragging her to the kitchen, already talking a mile a minute.
Ducky had arrived next, shaking rain off his hat and shoulders, muttering apologies and explanations in his thick accent, inadvertently making Kate smile fondly. He forewent a drink and claimed the overstuffed armchair at right angles to the couch, smiling, and when Abby and Kate returned with newly-filled glasses, he was in the middle of a story, Gibbs nodding indulgently.
Abby commandeered the remote, flicking it unerringly to MTV, setting the volume on low and resuming her place by Gibbs, pulling Kate down to sit on her other side.
Then Tony had come in, a whirlwind of dampness and pizza and movies and in one simple movement, rocked Kate’s world on it’s axis.
Tony grinned widely at them all, dropping the pizza on the table and hanging up his coat, snaking the long way around the room to smile at Kate, nod to Ducky, wrap his arms around Abby’s shoulders awkwardly from behind and then-
And then to drop a casual kiss on the corner of Gibbs’ mouth even as he snagged his bottle, taking a long swallow with his head tilted back and his free hand resting on Gibbs’ shoulder.
“You guys are so adorable,” Abby cooed, giving the two men infatuated smiles, her exuberance allowing Kate to have her own, private freak out because, seriously? Gibbs and Tony? Where the hell did that come from?
Tony scowled at Abby good-naturedly and rolled his eyes, slapping a pile of DVDs into Abby’s hand on his way to the kitchen, and before Kate had had time to process Abby was squeeing loudly over the movies, Gibbs and Ducky were smiling fondly and Tony had emerged quickly with his own bottle and a pile of plates, passing them out and sliding half a pizza onto his own.
“Pepperoni, Hawaiian, Vegetarian, Chicken,” He announced, tapping on each box with one finger before filling a second plate with pizza and stepping back, hesitating for barely a second as Abby pushed passed him to flip open boxes enthusiastically, realising steamy aroma.
Kate realised his dilemma, looking around at all the claimed seats, and she flushed, half-rising and making a vague gesture of invitation.
Tony smiled and shook his head, sinking to his knees by Gibbs and collapsing gracefully to the carpet, leaning against Gibbs’ legs and arching into the large hand that settled into his hair, stroking gently.
And, okay, Kate didn’t doubt her skills as a profiler. She didn’t doubt that she was capable of her job, didn’t doubt that the team worked better with her because Tony and Gibbs didn’t understand that some rules can’t be broken, but…
It was enough to make her mind boggle, and she felt awkward in her own skin because at some point in her mind, she’d somehow viewed both of them as hers when all along, they’d been each other’s. She wasn’t the middle, she was on the outside, close, but not close enough.
It wasn’t that she was in love with them, either of them, but it was that they should have been in love with her.