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ncisficathonTitle: Big Brother
Author: Gaby
Written for:water_soter
Prompt: Tony-centered, friendship fic, Abby deals after her stalker incident and Tony is there for her. Team, h/c.
Spoilers: Post-S03E21 "Bloodbath"
Archive: No, I'll post it to the archives myself.
Genre: Tony/Abby friendship, hurt/comfort, post-ep
Pairings: None.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I'll happily take 'em. :-)
Word Count: 1690
Summary: Abby had a rough couple of days. Tony knows how to make her feel better.
Tony was chopping carrots, humming to himself, when he heard the knock on his front door. He grinned, wiped his hands on the dish towel that was slung over his shoulder, and went to open the door.
A timid looking Abby stood on his door step, a small overnight bag next to her feet, clutching Bert to her chest as if her life depended on it. She looked up hesitantly, as if unsure of her welcome, and finally mumbled, "Hi."
Tony's smile widened. "Hello, my Gorgeous Goddess of All Things Goth," he greeted with a little bow, then he stepped aside to let his visitor into his apartment.
"I...I'm sorry to just show up like that," Abby said, picking up her bag and walking into Tony's apartment hesitantly. "I should've called. You're probably expecting someone..." She closed her eyes when the smell of food tickled her nose, and she inhaled deeply, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Ohh, this smells great!" She sighed happily, but after a second, her eyes flew open in shock. "Oh no, you do expect someone! Gosh, I'm so sorry, Tony, I'll just leave again, it's no problem, I bet she's already here, isn't she?" Abby tried to peek into the bedroom, since there was clearly nobody in the living room. "I didn't want to interrupt anyth--"
Tony's finger was gently but firmly placed on her lips, which stopped Abby's babbling. "Not interrupting anything," he said reassuringly while he closed the front door. "Except my chopping. But you're very welcome to help me with that, since I'm making my famous DiNozzo minestrone for you anyway." He graced her with one of his mega-watt smiles, winked, and walked back into his kitchen.
Abby stayed rooted to the spot for a long moment. "You do?" she asked, confused. "You did? You have? But...how'd you know that I'd drop by?" She followed Tony into the kitchen and sat in one of the wooden chairs when Tony pointed at it. After a moment, a cutting board, a large knife and a couple of sticks of celery were put in front of her.
"Chop!" Tony ordered before turning around to stir the beginnings of his minestrone. He added the carrots and some red onions that he had already finely chopped as well. "I didn't know," he finally answered Abby's question. "But I kinda assumed. I had hoped you'd come." He shrugged and flashed a grin at Abby. "If you hadn't shown up, I would've visited you tomorrow. You know, just to check up on you and see how you're doing. Bring you your favorite home-made food." He pointed at the large pot he was still stirring.
Abby couldn't help but smile at that. She absolutely adored Tony's minestrone. Not many people knew that he could cook, much less that he was a great cook. "Thanks, Tony," she said softly, then busied herself with trimming and chopping the celery.
"My Nonna always said that good food is the best remedy. I thought you could use a little something to help you feel better," Tony shrugged, adding garlic and basil to the minestrone. Abby smiled at that and brought the celery over, which was then also added to the soup.
They stood at the stove in companionable silence, watching the minestrone bubble in the pot. Finally, Abby placed her head on Tony's shoulder. "So, you don't mind me staying the night here?" she asked softly. "I know this is silly, but somehow I didn't feel safe at home. The idea of staying there the entire weekend..." Abby trailed off, wrinkling her nose at the mere thought. "I know Mikel's in custody and can't stalk me anymore, and you arrested the slimy little bastard who tried to have me killed, but..."
Tony stopped her with a kiss to the top of her head. "I don't mind at all, and it's more than understandable. Which is why I'm glad you're here." He turned Abby around so he could give her an imploring look. "And next time you're in trouble, you tell us. I swear to you, Abby, if you're ever trying to hide anything like that creepy stalker guy from us again, Papa Smurf won't be the only one mad at you."
Abby had the decency to blush at that, and she ducked her head. "He was really mad, wasn't he?" she asked with a soft sigh. "Just like you and McGee and everyone else."
"I wasn't mad, Abbs. I was disappointed. How can I protect you when I don't know you're in danger? That's what big brothers are for, after all. Right?"
Abby smiled at that and peeked at Tony from under lowered eyelashes. "Does that mean I'm your little sister?" she teased. "When some bully is mean to me on the playground, I can go get you so you beat him up?"
Tony returned the broad grin. "Absolutely," he reassured her, but then he shook his head and leaned in to whisper, "Just remember who our Daddy is. You really don't want to piss off Gibbs by keeping things secret from him." He winked knowingly.
Abby sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right." She stirred the minestrone thoughtfully. "I was actually going to drive to his place tonight," Abby finally said. "But I turned around halfway to his house and came to you instead. I don't think he wants to see me right now. I think he's still mad."
"Why? Because of the boat incident?"
Abby looked up with wide eyes. "How'd you know?"
Tony winked and tapped the side of his nose knowingly. "I have my sources. I know what you did to that boat, just like I knew you'd show up tonight. Well, almost-knew. Kinda-knew. I think it's Gibbs rubbing off on me. His All-Knowing-Ness must be contagious or something." He blinked and shook his head. "I digress. Anyway, trust me, Abby, Gibbs isn't mad at you. Now, if Li'l Tony had been the one chipping off pieces of his beloved boat, Gibbs would be asking you for advice on how to get rid of one dead DiNozzo right about now. But you? Come on! You're his favorite! He'd never let anyone do anything to you or be mean to you, and that includes Gibbs himself!"
They chuckled at that, but then Abby shook her head. "Actually, I sometimes think that you are his favorite," she admitted, looking rather pleased by the idea, as if Tony needed the position of favorite kid more than Abby did.
"Me? Nah. I'm his favorite headslap victim. And his favorite of the team itself, of course. Because, really, who'd want to pick McGee? And Ziva would break anyone's fingers before allowing them to pick her. But overall? That'd be you, Abbs."
They looked at each other for a long moment, then said simultaneously, "Co-favorites!" They grinned, shook on it, and then concentrated on adding the finishing touches to the minestrone.
The evening was spent watching bad movies and keeping up a running commentary on the corniness of it all. Abby had changed into her favorite sleeping attire - an old Ohio State tee shirt Tony gave her ages ago - and munched popcorn until she looked "freaking pregnant" as she put it. They were cuddling on the couch, halfway through the third Ed Wood movie of the evening, when Abby asked through a huge yawn, "Can I sleep with you tonight, Tony? In the same bed, I mean."
Tony shrugged. "Sure. We're adults, after all, don't be silly." He thought for a long moment, then grinned. "Bet McGoo totally McFreaked when you asked him that a couple nights ago, didn't he?" Tony chuckled darkly, imagining the younger man's wide-eyed stare.
"Be nice, Tony," Abby admonished with a half-hearted slap to his chest. She snuggled closer, using Bert as a pillow on Tony's shoulder. "Hey, maybe we can go visit him tomorrow. You could bring him some of your minestrone. He'll be surprised to find out just what a great cook you are!"
Tony looked shocked at the mere idea. "I'm not cooking for McGeek! The minestrone was for the special lady in my life, and nobody else." He dropped a kiss to Abby's forehead. "I actually thought we could go and buy you a new collar tomorrow. You lost your beautiful choker when it got incinerated like the rest of your clothes after your lab got contaminated. And then we go bowling with the Sisters. And tomorrow night, we'll invade Papa Bear's lair, make him fire up his grill and enjoy barbecue, booze and boat repair. What say?" Tony flashed his best 'naughty boy' grin.
Abby yawned again, already half asleep. "Sounds great, Tony," she mumbled, her eyes closing. "Though you're gonna be on your own when Papa Bear turns all growly and snarly. He doesn't like surprises..." Abby snuffled softly and snuggled closer, cuddling Bert, before adding as an after-thought, "Maybe we could ask the others to join us..."
Tony smiled and carefully pulled Abby to her feet. He steered her towards his bedroom, one arm holding her close, keeping her safe. "Yeah," he agreed. "Maybe."
Tony tucked Abby in, gave her one last kiss to the forehead and then climbed in on the other side. He couldn't wait to see Abby's face when they showed up at Gibbs' place the following evening, with the entire team - including Ducky and Palmer - already gathered and waiting for a good old-fashioned cook out. It wouldn't do to spoil the surprise by telling her that he had already organized everything with Gibbs over the phone while Abby was in his bathroom, taking a quick shower. There was no reason to let her know that her friends had already planned some special quality time together to help Abby heal after the shock of the last few days, after being scared out of her mind, after being hurt so badly.
But first, she could use a good night's sleep, and Tony knew that - snuggled safely in his arms - Abby was going to get exactly that.
Because that was also what big brothers were for.
THE END.
Author: Gaby
Written for:
water_soter Prompt: Tony-centered, friendship fic, Abby deals after her stalker incident and Tony is there for her. Team, h/c.
Spoilers: Post-S03E21 "Bloodbath"
Archive: No, I'll post it to the archives myself.
Genre: Tony/Abby friendship, hurt/comfort, post-ep
Pairings: None.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, though I'll happily take 'em. :-)
Word Count: 1690
Summary: Abby had a rough couple of days. Tony knows how to make her feel better.
Tony was chopping carrots, humming to himself, when he heard the knock on his front door. He grinned, wiped his hands on the dish towel that was slung over his shoulder, and went to open the door.
A timid looking Abby stood on his door step, a small overnight bag next to her feet, clutching Bert to her chest as if her life depended on it. She looked up hesitantly, as if unsure of her welcome, and finally mumbled, "Hi."
Tony's smile widened. "Hello, my Gorgeous Goddess of All Things Goth," he greeted with a little bow, then he stepped aside to let his visitor into his apartment.
"I...I'm sorry to just show up like that," Abby said, picking up her bag and walking into Tony's apartment hesitantly. "I should've called. You're probably expecting someone..." She closed her eyes when the smell of food tickled her nose, and she inhaled deeply, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Ohh, this smells great!" She sighed happily, but after a second, her eyes flew open in shock. "Oh no, you do expect someone! Gosh, I'm so sorry, Tony, I'll just leave again, it's no problem, I bet she's already here, isn't she?" Abby tried to peek into the bedroom, since there was clearly nobody in the living room. "I didn't want to interrupt anyth--"
Tony's finger was gently but firmly placed on her lips, which stopped Abby's babbling. "Not interrupting anything," he said reassuringly while he closed the front door. "Except my chopping. But you're very welcome to help me with that, since I'm making my famous DiNozzo minestrone for you anyway." He graced her with one of his mega-watt smiles, winked, and walked back into his kitchen.
Abby stayed rooted to the spot for a long moment. "You do?" she asked, confused. "You did? You have? But...how'd you know that I'd drop by?" She followed Tony into the kitchen and sat in one of the wooden chairs when Tony pointed at it. After a moment, a cutting board, a large knife and a couple of sticks of celery were put in front of her.
"Chop!" Tony ordered before turning around to stir the beginnings of his minestrone. He added the carrots and some red onions that he had already finely chopped as well. "I didn't know," he finally answered Abby's question. "But I kinda assumed. I had hoped you'd come." He shrugged and flashed a grin at Abby. "If you hadn't shown up, I would've visited you tomorrow. You know, just to check up on you and see how you're doing. Bring you your favorite home-made food." He pointed at the large pot he was still stirring.
Abby couldn't help but smile at that. She absolutely adored Tony's minestrone. Not many people knew that he could cook, much less that he was a great cook. "Thanks, Tony," she said softly, then busied herself with trimming and chopping the celery.
"My Nonna always said that good food is the best remedy. I thought you could use a little something to help you feel better," Tony shrugged, adding garlic and basil to the minestrone. Abby smiled at that and brought the celery over, which was then also added to the soup.
They stood at the stove in companionable silence, watching the minestrone bubble in the pot. Finally, Abby placed her head on Tony's shoulder. "So, you don't mind me staying the night here?" she asked softly. "I know this is silly, but somehow I didn't feel safe at home. The idea of staying there the entire weekend..." Abby trailed off, wrinkling her nose at the mere thought. "I know Mikel's in custody and can't stalk me anymore, and you arrested the slimy little bastard who tried to have me killed, but..."
Tony stopped her with a kiss to the top of her head. "I don't mind at all, and it's more than understandable. Which is why I'm glad you're here." He turned Abby around so he could give her an imploring look. "And next time you're in trouble, you tell us. I swear to you, Abby, if you're ever trying to hide anything like that creepy stalker guy from us again, Papa Smurf won't be the only one mad at you."
Abby had the decency to blush at that, and she ducked her head. "He was really mad, wasn't he?" she asked with a soft sigh. "Just like you and McGee and everyone else."
"I wasn't mad, Abbs. I was disappointed. How can I protect you when I don't know you're in danger? That's what big brothers are for, after all. Right?"
Abby smiled at that and peeked at Tony from under lowered eyelashes. "Does that mean I'm your little sister?" she teased. "When some bully is mean to me on the playground, I can go get you so you beat him up?"
Tony returned the broad grin. "Absolutely," he reassured her, but then he shook his head and leaned in to whisper, "Just remember who our Daddy is. You really don't want to piss off Gibbs by keeping things secret from him." He winked knowingly.
Abby sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right." She stirred the minestrone thoughtfully. "I was actually going to drive to his place tonight," Abby finally said. "But I turned around halfway to his house and came to you instead. I don't think he wants to see me right now. I think he's still mad."
"Why? Because of the boat incident?"
Abby looked up with wide eyes. "How'd you know?"
Tony winked and tapped the side of his nose knowingly. "I have my sources. I know what you did to that boat, just like I knew you'd show up tonight. Well, almost-knew. Kinda-knew. I think it's Gibbs rubbing off on me. His All-Knowing-Ness must be contagious or something." He blinked and shook his head. "I digress. Anyway, trust me, Abby, Gibbs isn't mad at you. Now, if Li'l Tony had been the one chipping off pieces of his beloved boat, Gibbs would be asking you for advice on how to get rid of one dead DiNozzo right about now. But you? Come on! You're his favorite! He'd never let anyone do anything to you or be mean to you, and that includes Gibbs himself!"
They chuckled at that, but then Abby shook her head. "Actually, I sometimes think that you are his favorite," she admitted, looking rather pleased by the idea, as if Tony needed the position of favorite kid more than Abby did.
"Me? Nah. I'm his favorite headslap victim. And his favorite of the team itself, of course. Because, really, who'd want to pick McGee? And Ziva would break anyone's fingers before allowing them to pick her. But overall? That'd be you, Abbs."
They looked at each other for a long moment, then said simultaneously, "Co-favorites!" They grinned, shook on it, and then concentrated on adding the finishing touches to the minestrone.
The evening was spent watching bad movies and keeping up a running commentary on the corniness of it all. Abby had changed into her favorite sleeping attire - an old Ohio State tee shirt Tony gave her ages ago - and munched popcorn until she looked "freaking pregnant" as she put it. They were cuddling on the couch, halfway through the third Ed Wood movie of the evening, when Abby asked through a huge yawn, "Can I sleep with you tonight, Tony? In the same bed, I mean."
Tony shrugged. "Sure. We're adults, after all, don't be silly." He thought for a long moment, then grinned. "Bet McGoo totally McFreaked when you asked him that a couple nights ago, didn't he?" Tony chuckled darkly, imagining the younger man's wide-eyed stare.
"Be nice, Tony," Abby admonished with a half-hearted slap to his chest. She snuggled closer, using Bert as a pillow on Tony's shoulder. "Hey, maybe we can go visit him tomorrow. You could bring him some of your minestrone. He'll be surprised to find out just what a great cook you are!"
Tony looked shocked at the mere idea. "I'm not cooking for McGeek! The minestrone was for the special lady in my life, and nobody else." He dropped a kiss to Abby's forehead. "I actually thought we could go and buy you a new collar tomorrow. You lost your beautiful choker when it got incinerated like the rest of your clothes after your lab got contaminated. And then we go bowling with the Sisters. And tomorrow night, we'll invade Papa Bear's lair, make him fire up his grill and enjoy barbecue, booze and boat repair. What say?" Tony flashed his best 'naughty boy' grin.
Abby yawned again, already half asleep. "Sounds great, Tony," she mumbled, her eyes closing. "Though you're gonna be on your own when Papa Bear turns all growly and snarly. He doesn't like surprises..." Abby snuffled softly and snuggled closer, cuddling Bert, before adding as an after-thought, "Maybe we could ask the others to join us..."
Tony smiled and carefully pulled Abby to her feet. He steered her towards his bedroom, one arm holding her close, keeping her safe. "Yeah," he agreed. "Maybe."
Tony tucked Abby in, gave her one last kiss to the forehead and then climbed in on the other side. He couldn't wait to see Abby's face when they showed up at Gibbs' place the following evening, with the entire team - including Ducky and Palmer - already gathered and waiting for a good old-fashioned cook out. It wouldn't do to spoil the surprise by telling her that he had already organized everything with Gibbs over the phone while Abby was in his bathroom, taking a quick shower. There was no reason to let her know that her friends had already planned some special quality time together to help Abby heal after the shock of the last few days, after being scared out of her mind, after being hurt so badly.
But first, she could use a good night's sleep, and Tony knew that - snuggled safely in his arms - Abby was going to get exactly that.
Because that was also what big brothers were for.
THE END.
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Date: 2009-08-16 04:37 am (UTC)Hehe - Gibbs = Papa Bear. :D
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Date: 2009-08-16 06:00 am (UTC)I've always seen Gibbs as growly Papa Bear, to be honest. The kind of growly Papa Bear that whacks his naughty Cubs with a big strong paw if so needed. *g*
While I prepped for this fic, I rewatched "Bloodbath" a couple of times, and I listened to the commentary (MW and PP), and MW calls Gibbs "Papa Smurf" once and I just had to use that one. LOL! I think Tony would call Gibbs that too, as long as the Silver Fox is far, far away at the time. LOL!
One thing that made my eyebrow shoot up was the following dialogue between MW and PP during the scene where Abby is in the elevator snuggling up to Papa Bear.
PP: "Ah, to be hugged by Mark. There's nothing like being hugged by Mark."
MW: "There sure isn't!"
Huh. How'd he know?! *shifty*
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Date: 2009-08-16 06:26 am (UTC)MW: "There sure isn't!"
Huh. How'd he know?! *shifty*
I need to rewatch all the eps I have with MW commentary on them. He gives such *insight* to everything. I think I recall him having Tony and Agent Sacks running off to get married in one commentary because he made sure to point out that it was Tony and Sacks not him and Don Franklin. :-)