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ncisficathonTitle: Round And Round
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dragonessasmith
Written for:spikespet7
Archive: Sure
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: slight Twilight, Hiatus
Genre: Gen
Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,289
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and am not getting paid
Prompt: McGee is jealous of Tony/Jethro's friendship....gen or slash
Summary: He puts up with everything.
"Tony-"
"On your six Boss. Do we have-"
"Visuals here and here," Gibbs pointed down at the map of the mall in front of them. "They grabbed a woman and her kid, each has one. Keeps them from a clear shot."
"They've done this before?"
"They've been here before, Probie."
"Along with most of DC."
"What do you think they expect to accomplish here?"
"I don't care, they're not doing it today. McGee!"
I jumped to my feet. "Yes Boss?"
"Call Abby, see if she's got anything that might help us."
---
Don't kill the messenger.
That's all I could think when I heard the gunshots. I dropped the cell phone, Abby's screams demanding to know what's going on fading as I fumbled my gun from the holster.
I was panting when I finally made it around to the front again, and I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but what I saw wasn’t exactly it.
Tony picking himself up off the ground, thanks to a hand from Gibbs. There's two bodies bleeding on the steps of the Lincoln memorial, neither one moving. Without a word between them, they both turn toward the giant behind them. Slowly, a teenage boy stumbles out from behind Lincoln's chair, and he wavers slightly.
Tony's faster going up, and so he's the one who catches the kid seconds before his head connects with the stone. Gibbs keeps going, around the base, and appears again with the kid's mother, who's shaking and crying, the whole nine yards.
It's like a scene from...from...I can't even think of a movie.
---
I stopped at the coffee shop that Gibbs likes on my way in the next morning, figuring that I might as well get a head start. Gibbs had an early morning meeting with the Director, and he never left them in a good mood. Possibly by lunch time he'd be human again, and-
"Don't bother getting out, McGeek." Tony interrupted my trail of thought. I hadn’t even noticed the elevator doors opening. He patted me on the shoulder as he stepped inside. "We're heading out."
"What?"
"Two Marines found dead in Colonial Williamsburg." Gibbs added, stepping on and grabbing one of the cups out of the tray.
"Where's Ziva?" I asked.
Tony lifted one of the cups as well, replacing it with his cell phone just as the elevator started heading down. "Dunno. Find out."
---
Tony was crying.
It was two hours after Gibbs had walked out of NCIS, two hours after the world as we knew it had ended. Gibbs had left, Ziva had broke, Abby was silent, Ducky went home early, and Tony…
Tony was crying in a bathroom stall, and there I was actually trying to calm him down because I couldn’t think of anything better to do.
“McGee-Tim-Probie…” It was like he couldn’t figure out what to call me anymore. I heard him sigh, heard him swallow another sob. “Leave. Go home. I think…I think we’re done for tonight.”
“Tony-”
“Go. That…that’s an order.”
So I went.
It was an order, after all. From the boss.
---
It’s been two years now since Kate’s death, and it still seems like yesterday.
Tony’s been in a worse mood than usual all day. He’s spent most of the day down in the lab with Abby, just like Gibbs would have. He’s snapping at everyone who dares come in, even Ducky. All I’m really able to concentrate on is my idea that Gibbs would have let Ducky in. Ducky was one of them.
Gibbs, Tony, Abby, Ducky…they had all been there before Kate had been hired. They’d known her the entire time. Sure, I’d met her several times that first year, but I hadn’t been officially hired until much later, until their little subset had been formed.
I know it’s nothing to be jealous of, but I can’t help it. It’s another way they managed to leave me out when it mattered most. They were on the roof with her. They saw the bullet hit, saw her die. Her blood was on their faces, their clothes, it was on them.
And what was I doing? I was at the car, I was touching base with Abby, I was downloading Ducky’s reports, I was doing a million little odd jobs while they were doing our job.
From my vantage point on the street, I saw Kate fall, get up, and fall again, but I couldn’t tell what had happened until backup arrived and I made my way up the stairs towards that damn rooftop, still one step behind them even twenty stories below.
---
In all respects, it was a regular Tuesday morning until Gibbs walked in.
It happened so fast, I almost didn’t notice anything off. I was working on my computer, Ziva was down in autopsy talking with Ducky, and Tony was asleep at his desk. He’d been doing that more often than usual lately. We’d been chasing an AWOL Marine through the night, Gibbs stepped off the elevator, and an email from Abby popped up in my inbox.
Everything was back to normal again.
He walked straight over to his-Tony’s desk, picking up the cup of coffee I’d left. He took a swig, made a face, and slapped his hand flat on the desk. Tony’s head popped up, part jack-in-the-box and part slinky, and he gaped at Gibbs.
"You drink coffee now, DiNozzo?"
“I…” He shook his head, recovering quicker than I expected him to. "Well, you know, I modeled myself after, um, after very successful past leaders, and-"
"You messed up on one thing."
"What?"
"My coffee never had six spoons of sugar in it."
Tony’s eyes darted from the desk to Gibbs’ hand, and the empty cup. He looked like he was going to cry.
“You drank my coffee?”
“Had to. It’s quiet enough to wake the dead around here.” Gibbs patted Tony on the arm, letting his hand rest for a moment. “How ‘bout we go get some more?”
“What?”
“Some more coffee. I wanted to talk to you about some stuff anyway.”
“O-okay.” Tony looked terrified and beyond excited at the same time.
He gathered up his jacket, and Gibbs started for the elevator. As soon as Gibbs turned around, Tony glanced at me and did what I can only assume is the Ohio State touchdown dance, before bolting after Gibbs.
"Timmy!" He cried, slapping me on the shoulder as he passed.
"What?"
"Call Abs, let her know he's-"
"She knows." Gibbs smiled slightly, and the look of glee dropped straight off Tony's face.
"What? What...how?"
Gibbs just smiled. Suddenly, Tony was smiling back.
“Missed you Boss.”
”Don’t go getting all mushy on me, DiNozzo.”
“Never Gibbs. That’s why we have Probie. He cried when you left.”
“What?” I jumped up from my chair, turning towards the elevator. “That was you-”
Neither of them seemed to hear me, as the doors dinged shut behind them.
I sat down at my desk again.
---
“Hey Gibbs?”
“Right here Tony.”
“What did she say?”
“Hostage that escaped said the bomb looked fake, but the bomb squad guys can’t tell from this distance.”
“That’s helpful.”
“I know.”
“McGee!”
“What Tony?”
“Call Abby, see if she has-”
“I know, I know.” I sighed, turning and heading for the stairwell.
Everything was back to normal, all right.
---
Gibbs glanced sideways at Tony as McGee headed down the stairs
“You hear that?”
“Probie sighing at me? Giving me attitude? Yeah.” Tony took the binoculars Gibbs offered, refocusing them. “You ruined it. I get no respect from that kid anymore.”
“I noticed.” Gibbs snorted. “He’s getting more like you every day.”
“Really-wait. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Maybe after we finish here, I’ll tell you.”
Author:
dragonessasmithWritten for:
spikespet7Archive: Sure
Rating: T
Warnings/Spoilers: slight Twilight, Hiatus
Genre: Gen
Pairings: None
Word Count: 1,289
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and am not getting paid
Prompt: McGee is jealous of Tony/Jethro's friendship....gen or slash
Summary: He puts up with everything.
"Tony-"
"On your six Boss. Do we have-"
"Visuals here and here," Gibbs pointed down at the map of the mall in front of them. "They grabbed a woman and her kid, each has one. Keeps them from a clear shot."
"They've done this before?"
"They've been here before, Probie."
"Along with most of DC."
"What do you think they expect to accomplish here?"
"I don't care, they're not doing it today. McGee!"
I jumped to my feet. "Yes Boss?"
"Call Abby, see if she's got anything that might help us."
---
Don't kill the messenger.
That's all I could think when I heard the gunshots. I dropped the cell phone, Abby's screams demanding to know what's going on fading as I fumbled my gun from the holster.
I was panting when I finally made it around to the front again, and I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but what I saw wasn’t exactly it.
Tony picking himself up off the ground, thanks to a hand from Gibbs. There's two bodies bleeding on the steps of the Lincoln memorial, neither one moving. Without a word between them, they both turn toward the giant behind them. Slowly, a teenage boy stumbles out from behind Lincoln's chair, and he wavers slightly.
Tony's faster going up, and so he's the one who catches the kid seconds before his head connects with the stone. Gibbs keeps going, around the base, and appears again with the kid's mother, who's shaking and crying, the whole nine yards.
It's like a scene from...from...I can't even think of a movie.
---
I stopped at the coffee shop that Gibbs likes on my way in the next morning, figuring that I might as well get a head start. Gibbs had an early morning meeting with the Director, and he never left them in a good mood. Possibly by lunch time he'd be human again, and-
"Don't bother getting out, McGeek." Tony interrupted my trail of thought. I hadn’t even noticed the elevator doors opening. He patted me on the shoulder as he stepped inside. "We're heading out."
"What?"
"Two Marines found dead in Colonial Williamsburg." Gibbs added, stepping on and grabbing one of the cups out of the tray.
"Where's Ziva?" I asked.
Tony lifted one of the cups as well, replacing it with his cell phone just as the elevator started heading down. "Dunno. Find out."
---
Tony was crying.
It was two hours after Gibbs had walked out of NCIS, two hours after the world as we knew it had ended. Gibbs had left, Ziva had broke, Abby was silent, Ducky went home early, and Tony…
Tony was crying in a bathroom stall, and there I was actually trying to calm him down because I couldn’t think of anything better to do.
“McGee-Tim-Probie…” It was like he couldn’t figure out what to call me anymore. I heard him sigh, heard him swallow another sob. “Leave. Go home. I think…I think we’re done for tonight.”
“Tony-”
“Go. That…that’s an order.”
So I went.
It was an order, after all. From the boss.
---
It’s been two years now since Kate’s death, and it still seems like yesterday.
Tony’s been in a worse mood than usual all day. He’s spent most of the day down in the lab with Abby, just like Gibbs would have. He’s snapping at everyone who dares come in, even Ducky. All I’m really able to concentrate on is my idea that Gibbs would have let Ducky in. Ducky was one of them.
Gibbs, Tony, Abby, Ducky…they had all been there before Kate had been hired. They’d known her the entire time. Sure, I’d met her several times that first year, but I hadn’t been officially hired until much later, until their little subset had been formed.
I know it’s nothing to be jealous of, but I can’t help it. It’s another way they managed to leave me out when it mattered most. They were on the roof with her. They saw the bullet hit, saw her die. Her blood was on their faces, their clothes, it was on them.
And what was I doing? I was at the car, I was touching base with Abby, I was downloading Ducky’s reports, I was doing a million little odd jobs while they were doing our job.
From my vantage point on the street, I saw Kate fall, get up, and fall again, but I couldn’t tell what had happened until backup arrived and I made my way up the stairs towards that damn rooftop, still one step behind them even twenty stories below.
---
In all respects, it was a regular Tuesday morning until Gibbs walked in.
It happened so fast, I almost didn’t notice anything off. I was working on my computer, Ziva was down in autopsy talking with Ducky, and Tony was asleep at his desk. He’d been doing that more often than usual lately. We’d been chasing an AWOL Marine through the night, Gibbs stepped off the elevator, and an email from Abby popped up in my inbox.
Everything was back to normal again.
He walked straight over to his-Tony’s desk, picking up the cup of coffee I’d left. He took a swig, made a face, and slapped his hand flat on the desk. Tony’s head popped up, part jack-in-the-box and part slinky, and he gaped at Gibbs.
"You drink coffee now, DiNozzo?"
“I…” He shook his head, recovering quicker than I expected him to. "Well, you know, I modeled myself after, um, after very successful past leaders, and-"
"You messed up on one thing."
"What?"
"My coffee never had six spoons of sugar in it."
Tony’s eyes darted from the desk to Gibbs’ hand, and the empty cup. He looked like he was going to cry.
“You drank my coffee?”
“Had to. It’s quiet enough to wake the dead around here.” Gibbs patted Tony on the arm, letting his hand rest for a moment. “How ‘bout we go get some more?”
“What?”
“Some more coffee. I wanted to talk to you about some stuff anyway.”
“O-okay.” Tony looked terrified and beyond excited at the same time.
He gathered up his jacket, and Gibbs started for the elevator. As soon as Gibbs turned around, Tony glanced at me and did what I can only assume is the Ohio State touchdown dance, before bolting after Gibbs.
"Timmy!" He cried, slapping me on the shoulder as he passed.
"What?"
"Call Abs, let her know he's-"
"She knows." Gibbs smiled slightly, and the look of glee dropped straight off Tony's face.
"What? What...how?"
Gibbs just smiled. Suddenly, Tony was smiling back.
“Missed you Boss.”
”Don’t go getting all mushy on me, DiNozzo.”
“Never Gibbs. That’s why we have Probie. He cried when you left.”
“What?” I jumped up from my chair, turning towards the elevator. “That was you-”
Neither of them seemed to hear me, as the doors dinged shut behind them.
I sat down at my desk again.
---
“Hey Gibbs?”
“Right here Tony.”
“What did she say?”
“Hostage that escaped said the bomb looked fake, but the bomb squad guys can’t tell from this distance.”
“That’s helpful.”
“I know.”
“McGee!”
“What Tony?”
“Call Abby, see if she has-”
“I know, I know.” I sighed, turning and heading for the stairwell.
Everything was back to normal, all right.
---
Gibbs glanced sideways at Tony as McGee headed down the stairs
“You hear that?”
“Probie sighing at me? Giving me attitude? Yeah.” Tony took the binoculars Gibbs offered, refocusing them. “You ruined it. I get no respect from that kid anymore.”
“I noticed.” Gibbs snorted. “He’s getting more like you every day.”
“Really-wait. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“Maybe after we finish here, I’ll tell you.”
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