SNAKE CHARMER (part one)
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tingrecaAuthor: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Slashy
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: Adult
Warnings: no actual reptiles are present
Wordcount: 1,400 or so
Spoilers: Season Seven, including Jet Lag and Masquerade; also Under Covers (Season Three)
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes: This is my tag to fix Jet Lag. (Oh a rhyme! Maybe I should do a ...no! no more limericks!) Part One. Part two is written and waiting in the wings but will be making its appearance later today. (Tinlizzie82 - that's the part we discussed...) Hope you enjoy. Comments appreciated. Nah - comments begged for. Pleaded for. Let me know you are out there... (Yeah yeah I am as needy as a Gibbs-deprived DiNozzo.)
Snake Charmer part1 of 2
By Sarah B. Leonard
The house was dark. Tony left it that way.
He knew his way around it in the dark or with his eyes closed. He felt he would know it if he was blindfolded. Tonight, though, he was too tired to even lift his arm to hit the light switch. He closed the front door behind him and walked on through to the kitchen. He needed a drink, but until Gibbs got home and he saw what kind of a mood he was in – sheesh, not even a twitch from ‘Little Tony’ as he thought of his silver-haired lover. He MUST be tired.
Maybe it was just thinking of Gibbs in that shoulder thingy, knowing the pain his lover must have felt. Knowing that Gibbs had risked his own life against the evil fiancé of the ‘Witness Barbie Doll’ to shove McGee out of the way. What was that guy’s name? Not Ken – Steve? Ben? Whatever – he’d blocked them out already.
Gibbs hadn’t been in the best of moods either, tied up in that sling. Not that Gibbs’s moods were ever the best. But lately, Tony could tell that things were wearing both of them down. Maybe they could relax tonight. Just take it easy with their respective pain treatments – Gibbs for his shoulder and Tony for his knee.
He grabbed a glass for some water. Gibbs hadn’t even had a chance to talk about that case with him yet, the Non-Roman Holiday in living color. Tony remembered all the colors. Blue lips on their witness. Red blood pouring out of the Air Marshall’s neck. That gaudy yellow scarf. Well, their usual off the record talk anyway. He had completed and turned in his official report. But he hadn’t been able to talk – really talk – about the time in Paris yet. He wanted to tell Gibbs about the light, about the artistry and architecture, about buzzing around as a tourist on the motorbike, and about how he hadn’t slept with Ziva.
That was the important part.
He hadn’t slept with Ziva.
She hadn’t been easy on him either, stripping down where he could see her. Putting the nightie on and then slowly removing her panties from beneath it, as if being shy or demure, talking the whole while so he would be drawn to looking at her. She had stretched before getting in to her side of the bed – lifting her arms so that her short little nightie had crawled up her legs, revealing the dark triangular shape of hair showing through the transparent fabric. She knew he was watching her so she had showed him that her body was naked beneath the sheer fabric and perhaps available, if he made the right moves. What she hadn’t known was why he was watching her.
It wasn’t attraction. He was no longer attracted to her slender – no ‘skinny’ legs and her muscular – no ‘bony’ back. For a moment he tried to pretend he never had been but he knew that wasn’t quite true. That time they had been under cover as the married couple, as the assassins, ‘Little Tony’ had reared his head, but what had he expected? Pretending to screw her had been almost screwing her – he could remember the smell of her beneath him. She hadn’t been as unwilling as she had pretended. He could have had her then but he hadn’t trusted her enough yet.
Now, he watched her because he didn’t trust her at all. She had hurt him badly, emotionally and physically. He watched her because now he no longer trusted her or ever would again. Oh, he pretended to accept her, pretended to be charming, but he knew her true colors. Gifts for Gibbs and snarky smiles wouldn’t change his thoughts about her. ‘Welcome Home’ signs did not truly welcome her into his confidence. He thought of her as a snake, coiled, ready to strike, camouflaged, lying in wait for the unsuspecting victim. Fangs bared. Knives hidden on her person. Or paperclips. Same thing.
He also watched her to protect Gibbs from her. Just as now he was going to have to watch over him as yet another threat had appeared. Another venomous creature. The lady lawyer. Now there was a piece of work. Red-headed or not, she was a danger. Another pit viper, coiled to strike at an unsuspecting prey.
He finished his water and was about to put the glass on the counter when he heard the front door open. He thought about calling out to Gibbs but hesitated as something tickled his investigator’s senses.
He hadn’t heard Gibbs’s car. That was odd.
Was it someone else? Many people knew of Gibbs’s unlocked door policy. Fornell? Abby? Ducky?
Whoever it was, they were being extremely quiet. He peeked around the wall and spotted a female figure. Well, talk about snakes. It was that lady lawyer. She had walked in and just made herself comfortable. Coiled right up on Gibbs’s couch. Their couch. He was just about to rush into the room to demand an explanation when the door opened again. This new silhouette was one very familiar to him. Gibbs.
Maybe now, in the darkness, there would be fireworks. Tony grinned to himself and backed off a little, to view the entertainment of Gibbs throwing her out.
Tony watched, barely breathing, as she stood. As the two forms approached one another. As Gibbs, swaying back and forth to her cobra-like moves, murmured phrases that Tony couldn’t quite hear. As their faces, outlined against the windows, grew closer together. As Gibbs leaned over her as if to – no!
Those are my lips! That is my breath! My love!
The glass fell from his hands, breaking with a loud crash as it shattered on the floor.
Gibbs swung around, swatting the light switch. The lady lawyer blinked in the sudden blaze of light.
“Some other time then, Mister Gibbs.” She hissed as she pulled the door open. “It sounds as if you already have plans for this evening.”
As she closed the door behind her, she hesitated. “I’ll be waiting for your next move.”
The door closed. Gibbs flicked the deadbolt loudly, knowing she would hear it forbid her re-entry.
“Tony?” Gibbs strode into the kitchen, crunching a piece of glass under his shoe.
“Careful, Boss.” Tony gestured at the floor. “I dropped a glass. Let me clean it up.”
Gibbs backed away.
“You OK, Tony?” He’d noticed the bright red face of his very special agent.
“Yeah. Yeah, Boss.” He came back, broom in hand to sweep up the shards. “You … you ok?”
“Now that she’s out of here, yeah.” He peered sideways at his flushed lover. “Did you let her in?”
“No. I had just … um.” Tony gestured at the glass he was sweeping up. “I’d walked in here and was having some water. She just strolled on in – didn’t even knock. Like she knew she was welcome.”
“She was not welcome.” Gibbs growled at him.
“You gotta start locking the door, Boss.”
Gibbs grimaced at him. It was one of their regular discussions.
Tony scowled back. Their lips had been about to touch, to taste…
“Something bothering you, Tony?”
“You were going to kiss her.” Tony breathed the answer, barely making a sound.
“I was?”
“I saw. You were going to kiss her.”
“Was I?”
“You were. You were.”
Gibbs moved closer to him, swaying with Tony’s movements. Closer, even closer until Tony could feel his breath on his face, taste his breath on his own lips.
“Was I?” Gibbs was so near. Tony could feel the heat from his skin.
Gibbs stopped. Tony ached to lean forward, to touch him, to taste him. Gibbs held perfectly still, his stare holding Tony’s, blue eyes boring deep into green. Tony leaned forward, and Gibbs leaned back, keeping a force field of distance between them, not letting Tony a millimeter closer.
“You were. You were. You so … weren’t.” Tony pulled away. “You were going to do that, what you just did now to me and embarrass the hell out of her.”
Gibbs grinned.
“And I got all jealous and weird and dropped the glass and spoiled it all. You were playing with that snake.”
“Yup.”
“Dammit, Boss! If you weren’t all slung in that sling and all, I’d hit you. You … you ….”
“It’s ‘bastard’, Tony. The second ‘b’ is still for bastard.”
TBC ... part two soon...
Part two here...
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Date: 2010-02-06 07:17 pm (UTC)That lady lawyer sucks rocks.
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Date: 2010-02-06 07:24 pm (UTC)Bad lawyer lady - and not a good bad either.
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Date: 2010-02-06 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-06 07:25 pm (UTC)Then....
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Date: 2010-02-06 08:19 pm (UTC)Part two as soon as I get my satelite dish cooperating....
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Date: 2010-02-06 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-06 08:20 pm (UTC)But first he has a Tony to attend.
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Date: 2010-02-06 07:59 pm (UTC)Good begining thought.
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Date: 2010-02-06 08:21 pm (UTC)Thanks !
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Date: 2010-02-06 08:18 pm (UTC)And yeah, lawyer lady sucks.
And poor Tony... all jealous and weird.
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Date: 2010-02-06 08:22 pm (UTC)Gibbs will fix. (snorfle)
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Date: 2010-02-06 09:05 pm (UTC)Unfortunately no pizza on hand so I'll have to settle for the decidedly un-Tony tuna on crackers.
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Date: 2010-02-06 09:08 pm (UTC)Glad you loved Part One!!!
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