FIC: A Plague of Irritations - Willow/NCIS - tth100
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Title: A Plague of Irritations (Willow/NCIS)
Author: Lyl (lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt - 008: Illness
Words: 1024
Summary: Tony's body might be slightly damaged, but there's nothing wrong with his mind.
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The pounding on the front door was what woke him, but the loud voice of his boss through the door was what got him out of bed. As Tony pulled his tired and aching body out from under the covers and across the apartment, he wondered what Gibbs was doing here. Gibbs was usually already at work at this time of the day, plus there was the fact that Tony was still on medical leave. In fact, he'd just gotten out of the hospital a few hours earlier, managing to make it home in time to collapse face first on his bed.
He wasn't in the mood for company - especially the Gibbs variety - but didn't see a way out of it. Gibbs had a key in case of emergencies and Tony not answering the door when he was fresh from the hospital and a case of the plague was an emergency in the other man's book.
Shuffling his way to the door, Tony tried not to groan at the protest his body was putting up at the demands he was making of it. Opening the door, he tried vainly to not look how he felt, but by the frown on Gibbs face as he took a look at him, he failed miserably.
“Why didn't you say you were getting released today?” he asked, moving past Tony into the apartment. He almost closed the door when a second body moved in to his apartment behind Gibbs. It was the intern - Willow - from NCIS, and Tony had a scary moment where he saw his life flash in front of his eyes. It had taken days before Gibbs had stopped looking at him with Tony's death in his gaze, and he had no desire to repeat it. He still had no idea what he'd done wrong, but figured staying well away from Willow was the safest bet.
“Uh, Gibbs?” he asked, watching the pair of them warily.
“Willow's going to be taking care of you today,” said Gibbs, sending a look at Tony that he was too tired to translate.
“O-kay...” he said, still not sure what was up. He didn't need a caretaker, but he wasn't up to arguing with Gibbs today - or any time in the near future.
“Abby's processing evidence, Kate still has a cold, McGee would let you walk all over him and you're not up to dealing with Ducky right now,” said Gibbs, moving to close the door behind Tony. “Willow's offered to keep an eye on you for the day.”
“I don't need a babysitter, Gibbs,” he tried to argue.
“She's here to keep an eye on you, not hand feed you, DiNozzo,” said Gibbs, frowning at him.
Tony looked at him for a moment, and realized he really wasn't up to arguing with Gibbs about anything. In fact, all this activity was more than he could deal with right now. He felt the room sway, and was surprised when he blinked and saw Gibbs at his side, holding him up. His legs felt wobbly and weak, all the energy draining out of his body in seconds.
“We need to get you into bed,” said a soft voice, surprising Tony. He looked to the other side and saw Willow was supporting him as well. He must be in even worse shape than he thought because he didn't have the energy to even come up with a single innuendo for that.
“Okay,” he said, any and all fight leaving his body.
Things became blurry after that. Waking several hours later, he had a vague recollection of hands maneuvering him into his bedroom.
He lay in bed for a time, drifting in and out of sleep until a quiet ringing from the living room pulled him into full consciousness. In a way, it was nice knowing that he had someone to rely on if he needed it - even if it was a stranger.
”...quiet all day,” a voice drifted to him from the next room. It had been Willow's phone he realized, because the extension in the bedroom hadn't rung and he'd turned his cell phone off when he'd gotten out of the hospital.
”Don't worry about it. I have a net connection so I'm good.”
She must be working from here instead of from NCIS. He still wondered who she was, but hadn't had much time to dig into the mystery that was the summer intern before he'd opened the plague-filled letter. She was connected to Gibbs, that much he'd guessed from that one brief meeting, but nothing else. He doubted they were involved, because while Gibbs had a definite thing for red heads, Tony was fairly confident that his boss wouldn't go for someone half his age. Besides, he didn't get the 'involved' vibe off them.
A friend's relative on the other hand, he could totally see. It explained everything from their familiarity to Gibbs' protectiveness.
”You working late tonight?....I want to know if I should order in or not.”
Okay, that put a kink in his theory. That really didn't sound like 'friends' talk.
”He has even less in his fridge than you do.”
Definitely not a 'friends' conversation. Had he been wrong about Gibbs?
”Okay, I'll see you in a few hours, Uncle Jethro.”
Tony lay in shock for a minute, willing his brain to process what he'd just discovered. Willow was Gibbs' niece. It might be more of an honourary thing because he'd never heard Gibbs refer to any family, but that didn't make it any less real. It also explained everything, including Gibbs' protectiveness and silent warnings to stay away from her.
And those were warning he was planning to take to heart, because Gibbs could - and would - dismember him if he or anyone else acted inappropriately to Willow.
Tony smiled at this latest development, as several clues over the last months clicked into place, filling in the empty places in a larger puzzle.
Gibbs did have a heart, after all.
It was kind of sweet, in an ex-Marine kind of way.
END
Title: A Plague of Irritations (Willow/NCIS)
Author: Lyl (lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt - 008: Illness
Words: 1024
Summary: Tony's body might be slightly damaged, but there's nothing wrong with his mind.
~!~
The pounding on the front door was what woke him, but the loud voice of his boss through the door was what got him out of bed. As Tony pulled his tired and aching body out from under the covers and across the apartment, he wondered what Gibbs was doing here. Gibbs was usually already at work at this time of the day, plus there was the fact that Tony was still on medical leave. In fact, he'd just gotten out of the hospital a few hours earlier, managing to make it home in time to collapse face first on his bed.
He wasn't in the mood for company - especially the Gibbs variety - but didn't see a way out of it. Gibbs had a key in case of emergencies and Tony not answering the door when he was fresh from the hospital and a case of the plague was an emergency in the other man's book.
Shuffling his way to the door, Tony tried not to groan at the protest his body was putting up at the demands he was making of it. Opening the door, he tried vainly to not look how he felt, but by the frown on Gibbs face as he took a look at him, he failed miserably.
“Why didn't you say you were getting released today?” he asked, moving past Tony into the apartment. He almost closed the door when a second body moved in to his apartment behind Gibbs. It was the intern - Willow - from NCIS, and Tony had a scary moment where he saw his life flash in front of his eyes. It had taken days before Gibbs had stopped looking at him with Tony's death in his gaze, and he had no desire to repeat it. He still had no idea what he'd done wrong, but figured staying well away from Willow was the safest bet.
“Uh, Gibbs?” he asked, watching the pair of them warily.
“Willow's going to be taking care of you today,” said Gibbs, sending a look at Tony that he was too tired to translate.
“O-kay...” he said, still not sure what was up. He didn't need a caretaker, but he wasn't up to arguing with Gibbs today - or any time in the near future.
“Abby's processing evidence, Kate still has a cold, McGee would let you walk all over him and you're not up to dealing with Ducky right now,” said Gibbs, moving to close the door behind Tony. “Willow's offered to keep an eye on you for the day.”
“I don't need a babysitter, Gibbs,” he tried to argue.
“She's here to keep an eye on you, not hand feed you, DiNozzo,” said Gibbs, frowning at him.
Tony looked at him for a moment, and realized he really wasn't up to arguing with Gibbs about anything. In fact, all this activity was more than he could deal with right now. He felt the room sway, and was surprised when he blinked and saw Gibbs at his side, holding him up. His legs felt wobbly and weak, all the energy draining out of his body in seconds.
“We need to get you into bed,” said a soft voice, surprising Tony. He looked to the other side and saw Willow was supporting him as well. He must be in even worse shape than he thought because he didn't have the energy to even come up with a single innuendo for that.
“Okay,” he said, any and all fight leaving his body.
Things became blurry after that. Waking several hours later, he had a vague recollection of hands maneuvering him into his bedroom.
He lay in bed for a time, drifting in and out of sleep until a quiet ringing from the living room pulled him into full consciousness. In a way, it was nice knowing that he had someone to rely on if he needed it - even if it was a stranger.
”...quiet all day,” a voice drifted to him from the next room. It had been Willow's phone he realized, because the extension in the bedroom hadn't rung and he'd turned his cell phone off when he'd gotten out of the hospital.
”Don't worry about it. I have a net connection so I'm good.”
She must be working from here instead of from NCIS. He still wondered who she was, but hadn't had much time to dig into the mystery that was the summer intern before he'd opened the plague-filled letter. She was connected to Gibbs, that much he'd guessed from that one brief meeting, but nothing else. He doubted they were involved, because while Gibbs had a definite thing for red heads, Tony was fairly confident that his boss wouldn't go for someone half his age. Besides, he didn't get the 'involved' vibe off them.
A friend's relative on the other hand, he could totally see. It explained everything from their familiarity to Gibbs' protectiveness.
”You working late tonight?....I want to know if I should order in or not.”
Okay, that put a kink in his theory. That really didn't sound like 'friends' talk.
”He has even less in his fridge than you do.”
Definitely not a 'friends' conversation. Had he been wrong about Gibbs?
”Okay, I'll see you in a few hours, Uncle Jethro.”
Tony lay in shock for a minute, willing his brain to process what he'd just discovered. Willow was Gibbs' niece. It might be more of an honourary thing because he'd never heard Gibbs refer to any family, but that didn't make it any less real. It also explained everything, including Gibbs' protectiveness and silent warnings to stay away from her.
And those were warning he was planning to take to heart, because Gibbs could - and would - dismember him if he or anyone else acted inappropriately to Willow.
Tony smiled at this latest development, as several clues over the last months clicked into place, filling in the empty places in a larger puzzle.
Gibbs did have a heart, after all.
It was kind of sweet, in an ex-Marine kind of way.
END