New NCIS Fic: After Internal Affairs
Title: After Internal Affairs
Fandom: NCIS
Series: The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer
Characters: Tony DiNozzo and Maddie Tyler
Prompts:For 12_stories#12 Peace
Word Count: 602
Rating: K+
Summary: “You sure? It isn’t every day that you run all the way from the Navy Yard to my place in the pouring rain.”
Author's Notes: The eight in a series of post-eps from Requiem to Judgment Day focusing on a budding relationship between Tony (the bachelor) and Maddie (the bobbysoxer)
Why, you may well ask. 1.) The first time I watched “Requiem” I was struck by Tony’s line about wanting to get to know Maddie. The line was supposed to be leering and obnoxious, but Tony has grown a lot the last year and I thought it would be interesting if there was a relationship between them. By the next morning, I’d talked myself into being a huge Tony/Maddie shipper. Granted it is a dingy surrounded by aircraft carriers in the NCIS shipper’s ocean, but I’m always up for a challenge. 2.) My parents had a nearly twenty year age difference and were the happiest couple I ever knew, so I believe it works and like to explore it in fics.
Author’s Notes 2: Michael Weatherly is playing him in a movie.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Tony muttered as he crawled onto the bed and laid his head in her lap.
Snorting slightly she leaned across him to snatch the towel he’d discarded after his shower when he’d changed into the dry clothes that she had laid out for him. Using the towel to gently dry his wet hair, she probed again, “You sure? It isn’t every day that you run all the way from the Navy Yard to my place in the pouring rain.”
“I know. Look,” he caught one of her hands and gently kissed her palm, “I’ll tell you about it, but for just a little while I want the peace and serenity of just being with you. Okay?”
Smoothing his hair back, she leaned down and kissed his temple, “Of course. Want to watch a movie?”
“Sounds good.” A few seconds later when he saw the titled of the movie she was playing, he snorted slightly.
“Hey, it is a perfectly good movie.”
He rolled so that he was laying on his back looking up at her, “I know. I like this movie. I just… Did you ever think that that was us?”
“The Bachelor and The Bobby-soxer? No. First, I don’t have an older sister for you to fall in love with. Second, I’m no virginal Shirley Temple type, even with the blond curls. And, third, you’re no Cary Grant.”
“I don’t mean literally. I mean the age difference, the difference in experience, just our general differences.”
“Tony,” she carded her hand through his hair, “what happened today? What’s got you so upset?”
He made sure to keep his eyes locked on hers, “I saw Jeanne today. She accused me of murdering her father, but I think Jenny did it.”
“Tony…”
“But the worst thing,” he interrupted her, “was that I lied to her. I told her that what we had wasn’t real. But it felt real. And it was just so easy to lie to her about that.”
Maddie took a deep breath, but remained silent for several moments as she continued to weave her hand through his hair. Finally, she spoke quietly, “Tony DiNardo loved Jeanne Benoit very much, but did Tony DiNozzo ever really know her? Sure DiNardo and DiNozzo are a lot alike, but was it real? Maybe if it was so easy to say no than it wasn’t... or maybe I’m just being selfish and wishful.”
Tony looked up at the ceiling, “On the run over here I kept thinking about the night that we told each other about our fathers, about the fact that you are the only person I’ve ever told the whole story to, about the fact that I was trying to get to Jeanne’s father, but never said a word about my own. Maybe Tony DiNardo loving her meant that Tony DiNozzo would be ready to love you.” He looked back at her again, “I do love you, Maddie. First, I loved you as a friend and, now, I love you as my life.”
Gently she pulled him up so that their foreheads touched, “I love you, too, Tony. As my friend, as my life. And this? This is very real.”
“Very real,” he repeated as he lowered his lips to hers. As they kissed he slowly laid her down, so that she was under him. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back and hovered over her, “Hey! What did you mean that I’m no Cary Grant?”
Maddie giggled, “Just that you’re more a Steve McQueen type.”
He smirked as their lips met in another kiss.
Fandom: NCIS
Series: The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer
Characters: Tony DiNozzo and Maddie Tyler
Prompts:For 12_stories#12 Peace
Word Count: 602
Rating: K+
Summary: “You sure? It isn’t every day that you run all the way from the Navy Yard to my place in the pouring rain.”
Author's Notes: The eight in a series of post-eps from Requiem to Judgment Day focusing on a budding relationship between Tony (the bachelor) and Maddie (the bobbysoxer)
Why, you may well ask. 1.) The first time I watched “Requiem” I was struck by Tony’s line about wanting to get to know Maddie. The line was supposed to be leering and obnoxious, but Tony has grown a lot the last year and I thought it would be interesting if there was a relationship between them. By the next morning, I’d talked myself into being a huge Tony/Maddie shipper. Granted it is a dingy surrounded by aircraft carriers in the NCIS shipper’s ocean, but I’m always up for a challenge. 2.) My parents had a nearly twenty year age difference and were the happiest couple I ever knew, so I believe it works and like to explore it in fics.
Author’s Notes 2: Michael Weatherly is playing him in a movie.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” Tony muttered as he crawled onto the bed and laid his head in her lap.
Snorting slightly she leaned across him to snatch the towel he’d discarded after his shower when he’d changed into the dry clothes that she had laid out for him. Using the towel to gently dry his wet hair, she probed again, “You sure? It isn’t every day that you run all the way from the Navy Yard to my place in the pouring rain.”
“I know. Look,” he caught one of her hands and gently kissed her palm, “I’ll tell you about it, but for just a little while I want the peace and serenity of just being with you. Okay?”
Smoothing his hair back, she leaned down and kissed his temple, “Of course. Want to watch a movie?”
“Sounds good.” A few seconds later when he saw the titled of the movie she was playing, he snorted slightly.
“Hey, it is a perfectly good movie.”
He rolled so that he was laying on his back looking up at her, “I know. I like this movie. I just… Did you ever think that that was us?”
“The Bachelor and The Bobby-soxer? No. First, I don’t have an older sister for you to fall in love with. Second, I’m no virginal Shirley Temple type, even with the blond curls. And, third, you’re no Cary Grant.”
“I don’t mean literally. I mean the age difference, the difference in experience, just our general differences.”
“Tony,” she carded her hand through his hair, “what happened today? What’s got you so upset?”
He made sure to keep his eyes locked on hers, “I saw Jeanne today. She accused me of murdering her father, but I think Jenny did it.”
“Tony…”
“But the worst thing,” he interrupted her, “was that I lied to her. I told her that what we had wasn’t real. But it felt real. And it was just so easy to lie to her about that.”
Maddie took a deep breath, but remained silent for several moments as she continued to weave her hand through his hair. Finally, she spoke quietly, “Tony DiNardo loved Jeanne Benoit very much, but did Tony DiNozzo ever really know her? Sure DiNardo and DiNozzo are a lot alike, but was it real? Maybe if it was so easy to say no than it wasn’t... or maybe I’m just being selfish and wishful.”
Tony looked up at the ceiling, “On the run over here I kept thinking about the night that we told each other about our fathers, about the fact that you are the only person I’ve ever told the whole story to, about the fact that I was trying to get to Jeanne’s father, but never said a word about my own. Maybe Tony DiNardo loving her meant that Tony DiNozzo would be ready to love you.” He looked back at her again, “I do love you, Maddie. First, I loved you as a friend and, now, I love you as my life.”
Gently she pulled him up so that their foreheads touched, “I love you, too, Tony. As my friend, as my life. And this? This is very real.”
“Very real,” he repeated as he lowered his lips to hers. As they kissed he slowly laid her down, so that she was under him. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back and hovered over her, “Hey! What did you mean that I’m no Cary Grant?”
Maddie giggled, “Just that you’re more a Steve McQueen type.”
He smirked as their lips met in another kiss.