NCIS: Tony/Maddie The Choices We Make (2007)
Title: The Choices We Make (2007)
Fandom: NCIS
Series: The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer
Characters/Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Maddie Tyler
Prompts:For 12_stories Miscellaneous B Table #2 Choices
Word Count: 1095
Rating: K+
Summary: She knew he was thinking about Sammie - a subject he’d been brooding about for weeks.
Author's Notes: The third part of The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer series. This is Maddie’s POV during Tony’s assignment to the USS Reagan.
The dingy that was the Tony/Maddie ship has actually grown. Pretty soon we might get our own fishing trawler!
“Hey,” Maddie smiled as she entered the room and put the large box on the rolling table.
Straining to sit up a little more to look in the box, Tony returned the greeting, “Did you go shopping after taking Gibbs to the airport?”
“No, this came special delivery for us,” Maddie reached into the box, but stopped to look up at Tony again. “By the way, the next time Jethro needs a ride to the airport, you’re going with him. I swear that man can hold onto guilt with an iron fist. He must have apologized for having to head back to Virginia about a hundred times between here and there.”
“I hate to admit it, but I’m kinda glad he was needed back at the Navy Yard. Gibbs and I tend to have expiration date on medically forced care, and it isn’t pretty when we go passed it.”
Maddie laughed, “So, three weeks nearly at your expiration date?”
“Actually, it is usually ten days, then he calls Ducky or Abby to come take of me. You know, just so he doesn’t kill me. You must have had a preservative nature to our time.” As Maddie just shook her head, Tony tried reaching for the box, “What we’d get?”
Batting away his hand, Maddie admonished, “Watch it. You don’t want to spill this stuff out on you. Seems Abby, hearing that we’d be in Japan for at least another three weeks, decided to help relieve some boredom. She convinced Dan, our maintenance guy, to help her break into our apartment, which was a good thing cause there had been a gallon of milk on the counter for the last three weeks. They cleaned that up and the refrigerator out.”
“And sent it to us,” Tony turned up his nose.
“No, you goof,” Maddie rolled her eyes. “She sent us the stuff she went in there to steal: our portable DVD player, a selection of DVD’s and my laptop.”
“Abs, I love you,” Tony made grabby hands towards the box. “What DVD’s?”
“She picked some really good ones,” Maddie reached into the box and started pulling out DVD cases, as she read the title Tony respond with famous line. “Casablanca.”
“’Here’s looking at you, kid.’”
“The Thomas Crown Affair - original version, of course.”
“’What do you get for the man who has everything?’”
“Marnie.”
“’You're very sexy with your face clean.’”
Maddie looked up, “Seriously, that’s the line you pick for that movie? Not ‘The best thing for the inside of a man or a woman is the outside of a horse.’”
“Hey, I could have done, 'You Freud, me Jane?’”
Maddie shook her head, “You’re hopeless. Finding Forrester. You own this movie?”
“Of course, its Connery isn’t,” Tony grabbed the movie from her. “’Women will sleep with you if you write a bad book.’ Oh, so that’s why Probie writes!”
“Deep Six was good, Agent Tommy,” Maddie ducked as ‘Finding Forrester came back at her. “Oh, finally the scary stuff. Psycho.”
“’A boy's best friend is his mother.’”
“The Shining”
“’Here’s Johnny!’”
“The Village.”
“So not scary when compared to The Shining, but ‘Do your very best not to scream.’”
Maddie laughed, “Not as scary, no, but you’ve got all the M. Night Shyamalan’s. Oh, I love The Sixth Sense.”
“’I see dead’,” Tony stopped and turned his head from her. “Let’s not watch that one, okay?”
Maddie looked down at the DVD cover in her hand and then at Tony, she knew he was thinking about Sammie - a subject he’d been brooding about for weeks. Sighing, she quickly shoved the DVD’s back in the box and moved the table, so she could sit next to him on the bed. Picking up his hand, she began stroking it tenderly, “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to tell me, but what did you talk to Sammie about on the ship?”
“We didn’t. Remember, she was dead when I found her,” Tony still refused to look at her.
“Tony,” she gently laid her hand on his cheek and turned his head towards her. “There are more things in heaven and earth than we can conceive of. I believe you talked to her. I believe that she, whether it was her living body or her soul, spoke to you. Someday, I hope that you choose to share that with me.”
As she started to get up, Tony gently pulled her back down, “Lay down with me?”
Maddie nodded and gently crawled up onto the bed. They had already discovered the spots where Maddie could rest her head and arm without causing Tony any real pain and spent a good part of everyday curled up talking or simply listening to the other person breathe in assurance of life. Curling into her spot, Maddie waited until Tony was ready to talk.
“Do you ever think about the future,” Tony asked quietly, his head now resting on hers.
Maddie nodded against his chest.
“Our future?”
Maddie sighed quietly, “More than I probably should.”
Tony fell silent again for several long minutes, before finally continuing, “I never told anyone this, not even you, but after Kate died I decided that if I ever got lucky enough to have a little girl I’d name her Caitlyn. While I was abroad the Reagan, I started thinking about a little girl again, but her name was Kelly Caitlyn and… and she was our daughter. When I thought I was talking to Sammie, I read her your letters to comfort and distract her from the pain. I guess really I was reading them to comfort and distract me. Now, I’m scared… that we don’t have a future.”
“Tony,” Maddie propped herself up to look down at him, “you’re not making sense. How does Sammie have anything to do with our future?”
“Because she saw it. Said it played like a black and white movie in her mind while I read your letters. If she was dead,” Tony trailed off as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Maddie laid her head down on his chest again, “It doesn’t matter. Tony, our future is ours. Maybe Sammie saw it, maybe she didn’t. Maybe you dreamt the conversation with Sammie, maybe you didn’t. The future is ours to make, succeed or fail. We’re in control of the choices we make that will determine the length, very long, and course, very happy, of our relationship. Although, I like the name Kelly Caitlyn, we could call her K.C.”
Tony’s eyes grew wide as he turned to look at Maddie.
Fandom: NCIS
Series: The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer
Characters/Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Maddie Tyler
Prompts:For 12_stories Miscellaneous B Table #2 Choices
Word Count: 1095
Rating: K+
Summary: She knew he was thinking about Sammie - a subject he’d been brooding about for weeks.
Author's Notes: The third part of The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer series. This is Maddie’s POV during Tony’s assignment to the USS Reagan.
The dingy that was the Tony/Maddie ship has actually grown. Pretty soon we might get our own fishing trawler!
“Hey,” Maddie smiled as she entered the room and put the large box on the rolling table.
Straining to sit up a little more to look in the box, Tony returned the greeting, “Did you go shopping after taking Gibbs to the airport?”
“No, this came special delivery for us,” Maddie reached into the box, but stopped to look up at Tony again. “By the way, the next time Jethro needs a ride to the airport, you’re going with him. I swear that man can hold onto guilt with an iron fist. He must have apologized for having to head back to Virginia about a hundred times between here and there.”
“I hate to admit it, but I’m kinda glad he was needed back at the Navy Yard. Gibbs and I tend to have expiration date on medically forced care, and it isn’t pretty when we go passed it.”
Maddie laughed, “So, three weeks nearly at your expiration date?”
“Actually, it is usually ten days, then he calls Ducky or Abby to come take of me. You know, just so he doesn’t kill me. You must have had a preservative nature to our time.” As Maddie just shook her head, Tony tried reaching for the box, “What we’d get?”
Batting away his hand, Maddie admonished, “Watch it. You don’t want to spill this stuff out on you. Seems Abby, hearing that we’d be in Japan for at least another three weeks, decided to help relieve some boredom. She convinced Dan, our maintenance guy, to help her break into our apartment, which was a good thing cause there had been a gallon of milk on the counter for the last three weeks. They cleaned that up and the refrigerator out.”
“And sent it to us,” Tony turned up his nose.
“No, you goof,” Maddie rolled her eyes. “She sent us the stuff she went in there to steal: our portable DVD player, a selection of DVD’s and my laptop.”
“Abs, I love you,” Tony made grabby hands towards the box. “What DVD’s?”
“She picked some really good ones,” Maddie reached into the box and started pulling out DVD cases, as she read the title Tony respond with famous line. “Casablanca.”
“’Here’s looking at you, kid.’”
“The Thomas Crown Affair - original version, of course.”
“’What do you get for the man who has everything?’”
“Marnie.”
“’You're very sexy with your face clean.’”
Maddie looked up, “Seriously, that’s the line you pick for that movie? Not ‘The best thing for the inside of a man or a woman is the outside of a horse.’”
“Hey, I could have done, 'You Freud, me Jane?’”
Maddie shook her head, “You’re hopeless. Finding Forrester. You own this movie?”
“Of course, its Connery isn’t,” Tony grabbed the movie from her. “’Women will sleep with you if you write a bad book.’ Oh, so that’s why Probie writes!”
“Deep Six was good, Agent Tommy,” Maddie ducked as ‘Finding Forrester came back at her. “Oh, finally the scary stuff. Psycho.”
“’A boy's best friend is his mother.’”
“The Shining”
“’Here’s Johnny!’”
“The Village.”
“So not scary when compared to The Shining, but ‘Do your very best not to scream.’”
Maddie laughed, “Not as scary, no, but you’ve got all the M. Night Shyamalan’s. Oh, I love The Sixth Sense.”
“’I see dead’,” Tony stopped and turned his head from her. “Let’s not watch that one, okay?”
Maddie looked down at the DVD cover in her hand and then at Tony, she knew he was thinking about Sammie - a subject he’d been brooding about for weeks. Sighing, she quickly shoved the DVD’s back in the box and moved the table, so she could sit next to him on the bed. Picking up his hand, she began stroking it tenderly, “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to tell me, but what did you talk to Sammie about on the ship?”
“We didn’t. Remember, she was dead when I found her,” Tony still refused to look at her.
“Tony,” she gently laid her hand on his cheek and turned his head towards her. “There are more things in heaven and earth than we can conceive of. I believe you talked to her. I believe that she, whether it was her living body or her soul, spoke to you. Someday, I hope that you choose to share that with me.”
As she started to get up, Tony gently pulled her back down, “Lay down with me?”
Maddie nodded and gently crawled up onto the bed. They had already discovered the spots where Maddie could rest her head and arm without causing Tony any real pain and spent a good part of everyday curled up talking or simply listening to the other person breathe in assurance of life. Curling into her spot, Maddie waited until Tony was ready to talk.
“Do you ever think about the future,” Tony asked quietly, his head now resting on hers.
Maddie nodded against his chest.
“Our future?”
Maddie sighed quietly, “More than I probably should.”
Tony fell silent again for several long minutes, before finally continuing, “I never told anyone this, not even you, but after Kate died I decided that if I ever got lucky enough to have a little girl I’d name her Caitlyn. While I was abroad the Reagan, I started thinking about a little girl again, but her name was Kelly Caitlyn and… and she was our daughter. When I thought I was talking to Sammie, I read her your letters to comfort and distract her from the pain. I guess really I was reading them to comfort and distract me. Now, I’m scared… that we don’t have a future.”
“Tony,” Maddie propped herself up to look down at him, “you’re not making sense. How does Sammie have anything to do with our future?”
“Because she saw it. Said it played like a black and white movie in her mind while I read your letters. If she was dead,” Tony trailed off as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Maddie laid her head down on his chest again, “It doesn’t matter. Tony, our future is ours. Maybe Sammie saw it, maybe she didn’t. Maybe you dreamt the conversation with Sammie, maybe you didn’t. The future is ours to make, succeed or fail. We’re in control of the choices we make that will determine the length, very long, and course, very happy, of our relationship. Although, I like the name Kelly Caitlyn, we could call her K.C.”
Tony’s eyes grew wide as he turned to look at Maddie.