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SWEETS FOR THE SWEET (a continuation of 'Publicity Stunt')
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee, Ziva ... as time goes by, Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: adult for suggestive images
Wordcount: 1,300 or so
Spoilers: don't think so
Warning: LOL, PWP, no food or drink in the vicinity, please.
Summary: Tony calls for a campfire about Gibbs in Abby's lab.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes: Shameless PWP that I may or may not add to again as time goes by. And yes, there really is a site called
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Sweets for the Sweet
(a continuation of Publicity Stunt)
By Sarah B. Leonard
“Why are we having one of your campfires in secret in Abby’s lab?” Tim asked.
“Yes, Tony – did I not just recently hear Gibbs tell you not to have any campfires because he was back?” Ziva also turned to look at Tony.
“Campfires are fun! There’s heat and smoke and pretty lights and s’mores!” Abby giggled and made a licking stroke across her lips with her tongue.
“Abigail, you know s’mores are almost entirely sugar. There is very little nutritional value in them.” Ducky admonished.
“Summer whats?” Ziva asked.
“Very possibly a contraction of the words ‘some more’, my dear Ziva.” Ducky began to lecture. “There was a recipe found in a Girl Scouts manual as early as 1927, in which…”
“S’mores, Zee-vah. Marshmallows and a piece of chocolate bar between graham crackers.” Tony interrupted.
“First you toast the marshmallow on a long stick…” Tim began to explain.
“Mmmm …” Tony had a sudden faraway look in his eyes. “A long stick … a long hard stick…”
“Over the campfire!” Abby cut in to Tim’s explanation.
“Yes, over a campfire. When the marshmallow is warm and dark and crispy on the outside and soft and gushy on the inside…” Tim continued.
“Hard on the outside…” Tony was almost moaning now. “White and creamy inside…”
“Anthony, are you still with us?” Ducky peered at the Very Special Agent who appeared to have been dreaming about something very special indeed.
“Then you break a graham cracker in half, put a slice of chocolate bar on one half, then press the hot marshmallow down on the chocolate with the other half to melt the chocolate.” Tim also appeared lost in a vision of ecstasy, but one of a completely different nature from Tony’s.
“What does one do with this sah-morr?” Ziva asked another question.
“One eats it, my dear.” Ducky chuckled.
“It sounds very sticky.” Ziva made a face.
“Mmmm … sticky …” Tony was gone again.
“Anthony!” Ducky was tempted to wake the boy up with a head slap, but didn’t want to intrude on Jethro’s territory.
“Oh. Sorry, Ducky.”
“I believe you asked us to meet in Abigail’s lab. Why did you need us?” Ducky queried.
“I … um … well, it sounds kinda silly now.”
“Tony, we just had a discussion about s’mores and you are afraid of sounding silly?” Tim snorted.
“Well, uh, I wanted to talk to you guys about something kinda strange.”
“Stranger than a sweet sticky hot substance added to chocolate on a graham cracker?” Abby giggled, suddenly realizing what Tony was dreaming about. She had suspected his fascination with Gibbs was becoming an obsession for the Senior Agent and now she had proof.
“Well, have you ever noticed how … err … really fast Gibbs can be? How he seems to show up very suddenly at just the right time in just the right place?” Tony asked.
“Tony, are you talking about SQUEE: Supernatural Queries into Unexplained Energetic Efficiencies?” Tim asked.
“Well, I’m not thinking about some Stud Qualified for Unrestrained Erotic Embraces.” Tony fought to keep his voice controlled as he blurted out another of the Squee solutions he had thought of while trying unsuccessfully to clear his mind of ravishing Gibbs.
“You think Gibbs can teleport!” Abby gasped.
“Ducky, you have known Gibbs the longest of all of us. What do you think of this extraordinary possibility?” Ziva looked over at the Medical Examiner.
“I believe that I will have to remove myself from this conversation on the grounds that I might accidently reveal … ah … a revelation. Excuse me.” Ducky nodded his head, turned abruptly and walked out of the lab.
“Well, that certainly says something.” Abby looked over at Tony. “What do you think of that?”
“I suspect that almost confirms my suspicions.” Tony grinned. “Now I just have to catch him in the act.”
Tony’s grin changed to a softer look as he visualized another act he would like to perform with Gibbs.
“Do you think we should just ask him?” blurted Tim.
“What kind of fool are you, McDeathwish! Or are you really a Sinister Quasimorph from the Underground Enchanted Earth?” Tony grabbed him by both shoulders. “Never ask Gibbs a personal question! We have to sneak information out of him – especially something like this.”
“Tony’s right, Timmy. We can’t accuse Gibbs of being able to teleport any more than we could ask Ziva to show us the eighteen different ways she could kill Tony with a paperclip!” Abby cried.
“Why me, Abby? Why kill me?” Tony let go of Tim’s shoulders and faced Abby.
“Because you are the one to whump on, Tony.” It was a logical statement.
“Oh. Yeah. That’s right.” Tony reached around behind his head and slapped himself.
“Ow,” he said.
“So it is agreed that we will all keep an eye on Gibbs to see if he can teleport?” Ziva asked as she fiddled with a large paperclip that had mysteriously appeared in her hands.
“I’ll research the web here in my lab.” Abby offered.
“I’ll work on my own latest project.” Tim volunteered. “I call it a Synthetic Quantum Unit Engineered for Exploration. It’s an extension of the Unilateral Negotiations Clarified for Legerdermainable Expectations proposed by Professor Illya Kuryakin, a famous quantum physicist during the 1960s. The work involves his studies of quantum leaps along with Drs. Bakula and Bellisario…”
“Whatever, McQuantum. Just watch Gibbs!” Tony barked.
“That’s what I just said, Tony!” McGee sounded exasperated.
“What are you going to do, Tony?” Ziva pointed her paperclip toward him.
“I’ll be looking into that Fangirl Squee group – remember them?”
“And the hijacked chocolate trucks?” Abby asked.
“And their expectations in Washington DC. I think I found a connection to a Suites for the Sweet Hotel.”
“Maybe someone is stealing marshmallows somewhere for a gigantic s’mores party!” Tim laughed at his joke.
“They still sound sticky.” Ziva scrunched her face.
“I have an idea.” Abby turned to one of her keyboards and started to type furiously.
“What’s that, Abby?” Tony asked.
“I’m wondering how a variation of a s’more would taste if I substituted a peanut butter cup for the plain chocolate bar…”
“Abby – you make me want to SQUEE!” Tony growled at her.
Suddenly, his head dipped forward sharply. He could swear he heard a familiar voice admonish him.
“Don’t growl at Abby.”
But when he turned to look, there was no one there.
(pfoof – fade to chocolate and commercial)
Commercial break:
We, the fangirls of NCIS, are really planning a gathering next February in Washington DC, at which we expect to SQUEE about NCIS, the television show and perhaps many and varied other subjects as well. For details, please check out . ncis_campfires
The website for hotel registration is being set up. When it’s complete, those of you who confirm that you want to make reservations will be notified, either through the email address you sent to Tingreca by private message or by LJ PM. Then you can register for your s’mores – I mean sweet. Uh, suite.
I’ll include a list of fangirls looking for roomies, for those who are looking, so tell me if you want to be on the list and what days you expect to be there, to help you match yourselves up. Remember, the double bed suites also have a sofa bed so three people can cram – err – fit politely into one suite and still have their own beds. Hotel policy allows up to four adults in one suite.
Again, if you want our special exclusive darn good rate for MORE than any of the following dates (February 10th, 11th, 12th and 13th – check out on the 14th of 2011) LET ME KNOW! I have to clear it with their version of Director Vance, ok? Of course, you may register for fewer nights if you wish.
Our t-shirt lady adds a request for more slogans and art for the t-shirt. Add your ideas to her list in the earlier post, ok? Thanks for your support.
End of commercial …
Back to ‘real life.’ As always, comments welcomed and greatly appreciated.
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I like the s'mores descriptions :) hmm I've have way to few s'mores this summer, that must be corrected
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I was never a s'mores girl (not really into marshmallows) but I knew they were a tradition with campfires. So I thought they would be the subject of the sweets at the suites kind of thing!
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Me and some friends on occasion gather at a campfire only for s'mores or rather marshmallow, cause we don't eat them only as s'mores. They can be used to make some really awesome sweets over a campfire :P
Hmm and now I'm getting a craving for campfires and s'mores. Must do something about that soon :)
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There you go. Sequels are still on the way. I plan on continuing this saga as we get closer to our gathering.
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Wonderful series
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“Because you are the one to whump on, Tony.” It was a logical statement.
So so true!
I know I had Tshirt slogan idea once - now just to remember what it was....
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Thank you. And when you think of the slogan, please let us know.
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brilliant
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