Navy: NCIS Fic

Two Men and a Baby Part 6,7 and 8

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 12:51:21 GMT

Title : Two Men and a Baby
Author : ghosts_writer & joeybug
Rating :
Pairing/Characters : Gibbs/DiNozzo
Part Six
Word Count : 5,246
Warning: MPREG, RP Fic, AU
Summary: In a world where some men can carry babies, a one night stand is about to turn Gibbs and DiNozzo into a family.
Disclaimer : All parts belong to the relevant companies, We just play with them and promise to put them back when we’re done.

Part 6
Part 7
Part 8

Fic Did She Matter? Gen featuring Gibbs and Jimmy FRT

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:33:22 GMT

Title: Did She Matter?
Author:TaylorGibbs
Category:Episode Tag, drama
Pairing:Gen, feat. Gibbs and Palmer
Rating: FRT
Spoilers: Dagger
Summary: In the wake of a tragic death, Palmer questions Gibbs' motives.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to Cat for the beta
Notes: Written for the Crime challenge. The crime featured is Homicide, with its close sibling, murder. Thanks to channeld for issuing this challenge :)

Set between Road Kill and Silent Night

It had been a couple of weeks since Lee’s death, and Palmer still wouldn’t meet his eyes. Gibbs was tired of the sidelong dirty looks, the baleful gazes magnified by the glasses, the look that would turn ice cold when he realized Gibbs was looking at him. Gibbs got his opening when Ducky called to say Victoria had a fall and he was leaving Palmer in charge for the afternoon. They’d finished up reports for last case and Gibbs wasn’t interested in dealing with DiNozzo flicking wads of paper at McGee or Ziva sending emails and smirking at her computer screen.

And Gibbs wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone but himself, but he was worried about Palmer. Ducky’s assistant and Lee had some sort of…what was the word Abbs used… hinky? bond. Enough information had slipped out from people on the bus and outside it that Palmer had to know what had happened, despite NCIS’ official silence on the matter.

Agent Lee had been killed during an official operation, end of story. But not for Palmer, who would miss her more than anyone else at NCIS. It hadn’t sounded like love to Gibbs but lust had its own attachment. He knew that more than anyone.

The doors hissed open and he walked inside. Even though there were no new bodies in residence, Palmer was leaning over a table, studiously pouring over a textbook. “Palmer,” Gibbs greeted, striding in. It was more attention he usually gave Ducky’s assistant and the man’s head snapped up, surprise widening his eyes before they got stony cold.

It was a bad look on him. Palmer was too damn young to be that bitter.

“Doctor Mallard stepped out, Special Agent Gibbs.”

“Yeah, I know. Came to talk to you, Palmer.” Gibbs hopped up on the table Palmer was using for his work.

“Why?” The word was laced with bitterness and suspicion as Palmer stepped back a pace.

“Got some things to work out. You have a problem with me. Spit it out.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” Palmer probably meant it to be haughty or self-righteous, but there was something almost little boy about it that softened Gibbs. Kid couldn’t be more than a couple of years older than Kelly would have been…

“Yeah ya do, Palmer. Is it about Special Agent Lee?”

As if he’d flicked a switch, Palmer rounded on him, eyes blazing. He poked Gibbs in the chest. “You do not have the right to say her name. You…you…murderer! You committed homicide and Michelle is the victim and everyone is afraid to call you on it. Well, you know what? I’m not! How does it feel to be a murderer? How did it feel to kill that little girl’s mother? Did she even matter or was it just a notch on the great sniper’s belt?”

Gibbs sat there stock still and let Palmer vent, watching the emotion in the other man’s eyes. When Palmer’s eyes started to shimmer with tears, Gibbs leaned forward.

“Don’t touch me! Murderer!”

Gibbs lifted his hands and scooted back again. If it had been anyone else, he would have knocked their block off, but this was Palmer and he was different. He wasn’t even as hard as McGee had become.

“Is that what you think? How long have we worked together, Palmer? Since ’04, wasn’t it?” Gibbs worked to keep his voice calm and soothing. When Palmer nodded and didn’t answer, Gibbs continued. “Have you ever known me to kill someone just for the hell of it?”

Palmer stared at the ground now, not replying.

“I haven’t,” Gibbs said in a level tone.

Palmer said something so quietly even Gibbs’ very sensitive hearing almost missed it. He thought he knew what he heard, but he had to be sure.

“What?”

“Said you were a sniper. You killed before,” Palmer muttered. There was a thread of uncertainty in his voice, timidity starting to creep back in.

Gibbs sighed, nodding. “I was a sniper, yeah.”

“You killed for a career,” Palmer pointed out, voice firming suddenly.

“Not the same thing. Ya wanna know what happened with Lee or are you gonna draw your own conclusions that I killed her in cold blood?” Ever word was bitter on his tongue. The whole situation burned him up inside. Losing Langer, losing Lee. Keating leaving for another of the three-letter agencies. It was such a mess. One he and his damned famous gut should have prevented sooner.

“Okay.” Gibbs watched Palmer settle on the other table, chin raised now even though his gaze was fixed on some point over Gibbs’ shoulder.

“Shooter was holding her at gunpoint. I’d been hit.” He held up his hand and motioned to his face. “She looked me in the eye and told me to do it. She understood what had to happen. Palmer…she made the choice. She died a hero.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Gibbs shrugged, unsure of what to say. He was impressed with the way the younger man was standing up to him. Without working out what he was going to say or the wisdom of it, he began speaking.

“Her death is gonna haunt me, Palmer. Never wanted it to go down that way.”

“You thought she was a traitor, didn’t you?” The vulnerability in Palmer’s voice hit something deep inside Gibbs.

“She was,” Gibbs said softly, getting off the table and moving closer, resting a hand on the other man’s knee. “But she was also a hero. She’ll be remembered as a hero to everyone who cared.”

“Did you?” Gibbs angled his head, surprised that Palmer was now meeting his eyes so easily. This had all changed Palmer and Gibbs was just now realizing how much.

“Did I?”

“Care? Did she matter to you?”

Gibbs nodded once, not trusting himself to say anything. He’d never had to kill one of his own before, not as a sniper and not in all his years at NCIS. This death was going to wear on him for a long time. “She matters,” he finally said, breaking the silence, his voice a little hoarse with untapped emotions. With emotions he hadn’t dealt with yet. With emotions he didn’t want to deal with at all. This was different from Kate’s death. Different from Paula’s death. Different from Jenny’s death. He hadn’t pulled the trigger on those. Even Kate’s hadn’t been so damned intimate. She’d been dead as soon as the bullet had torn through her while Michelle had hung on those few seconds.

Palmer fell silent now, wringing his hands, his posture turning inward. He’d clearly expended his emotional energy confronting Gibbs.

“She matters,” Gibbs repeated. He turned away, pouring two measures of Scotch, downing one, refilling the glass. “Know you don’t understand, Palmer, but I did what I had to do. What she wanted me to do.”

Gibbs slipped the glass into Palmer’s hand, curving his fingers around it. “Even if you’re not willing to drink with me, drink to your memories. She wasn’t all bad. She wasn’t all good. She was human.”

Gibbs started to step away but then Palmer cleared his throat, grabbing Gibbs’ attention. The other man was staring at the liquid in the glass, swirling it. When he spoke, his words were barely more than a whisper. “To Michelle.”

“To Michelle,” Gibbs echoed, raising his glass.

FIC Strange Day (1/1) FRT gen crossover with Torchwood and Harry Potter

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 18:28:06 GMT

Title: Strange Day

Author:TaylorGibbs

Fandom:Ncis/Harry Potter/Torchwood

Category:Gen

Rating: FRT

Spoilers:Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, general S6 for NCIS, no spoilers for Torchwood.

Summary: A mysterious case brings some strangers to NCIS. This could be the strangest day of Gibbs' life.

Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)

Author Note: Thanks to Cat for the beta. This was written for the NFA White Elephant Fanfic Exchange and is for EmyPink. Her prompt was: A dead Marine/Navy Officer leads the team to ask an outside group (or person) for their help in their investigation. The outside group/person must be from one of the following TV shows/books Criminal Minds, Law and Order: SVU, Numb3rs, Torchwood, Hustle, Doctor Who, Harry Potter or Stephanie Plum. I chose to blend NCIS with Harry Potter and Torchwood. Hope you enjoy this!

Slight spoilers Season 6 (NCIS), Harry Potter And the Order of the Phoenix

This case was too complicated and Gibbs was getting damned frustrated. A Navy Lt. Commander had died two days ago, attacked by something in his house. What that something was hadn’t been determined yet. There had been a brownish-golden substance in a small puddle below the broken window. Definitely not any blood Gibbs had ever seen. Tony had plucked a few green hairs from the broken window, making comments about Shrek and Monsters Inc, which even Gibbs realized were popular movies for kids these days.

When they had found a carved bowl with a silvery liquid, Ducky began to look very concerned. The medical examiner had even tried to rush Gibbs out. He’d gone toe to toe with Duck for over an hour before Ducky had backed down very unhappily.

Abby had all the evidence now, had been working night and day on it, but she had no chemical composition on the hairs, or the brownish or silvery substances yet. They had no leads, no solid ideas, and it was over forty-eight hours in. Vance was breathing down his neck, and Gibbs was frustrated. He’d gone out to get coffee, to think and try to figure out an angle on this. Gibbs himself didn’t even have any theories.

The team hadn’t been much help either. Tony’d been uncharacteristically quiet and subdued since finding the hairs, Ziva and McGee tossed out a couple of options, each sounding more and more crazy, Abby had chirped about aliens and crop circles, and Ducky had been cagey, not at all like himself. Gibbs knew he shouldn’t continue snapping at the team, and he hoped coffee would help his mood. Something had to break on this. Commander Grant deserved justice.

When he got back into the squad room, there was a guy sitting on his desk, a guy who could have been a relation, even though Gibbs had never seen him before. There was a striking resemblance, from the blue eyes almost the same shade as his and the facial structure. But there was something even more unique about him that drew Gibbs’ eye. Maybe it was the heavy coat or the suspenders that looked so old-fashioned on such a young guy. Or maybe it was his arrogance.

The guy was sitting on his desk. On his desk! Swinging his legs back and forth, a suggestive leer on his face. McGee looked pale and sweaty, and even Ziva was nervous and unsettled.

“Boss?” Tony said, gulping hard.

“DiNozzo?” Gibbs drawled sarcastically.

“Um, this is Jack Harkness, Captain Jack Harkness. He’s from the Torchwood Institute in the UK. He’s here to help us with Commander Grant’s case.”

“Oh?” Gibbs asked, arching an eyebrow. “What is Torchwood?” It wasn’t anything he’d ever heard of before. MI-5, MI-6, yeah he was aware of them. But Torchwood?

“Investigative agency. Trust me, Gibbs. He can help.”

Gibbs looked over at Ziva and McGee, who both shrugged. Gibbs didn’t want to play nice with the smirky, arrogant guy who dared to sit on his desk as if he belonged there, and he sighed, pointing to DiNozzo. “With me. And you get the hell off my desk.”

“Yes, sir. I live to serve,” the guy shot back, giving Gibbs a challenging look, a sardonic little smile on his face. The Brit had an American accent. Strange… Gibbs’ free hand clenched into a fist and he gulped his coffee. This was going to be a long strange day.

As soon as Tony was in the elevator, Gibbs hit the down button and flicked the emergency stop switch. He rounded on Tony, knowing he had to look as pissed as he felt. “You called in someone else before talking to me? What the hell ya thinking, DiNozzo?”

“We need him, Gibbs. He can help us figure it out.” Tony looked a little sick to his stomach, but he was standing his own ground. Gibbs was strangely proud of that. His agent had grown so much in the past year.

“What the hell is Torchwood anyway, DiNozzo? Never heard of it. They don’t have clearances…they…”

“You wouldn’t have,” Tony replied. “I learned about it a while ago, completely by accident, Boss. Doesn’t really matter how I know. You know I spent some time in England when I was a teenager and I went back every so often. Made some good friends there. Anyway, I was in Wales, and ran into Jack and some trouble and…he can help, Gibbs. And don’t worry about clearances. Jack deals with sensitive stuff all the time. I know he can help us break the case wide open.”

“How?” Gibbs asked, growling. He was losing patience fast. Even a couple more gulps of scalding coffee didn’t calm him at all. He gave Tony his most annoyed glare.

“He can help us identify what killed Grant. I can’t explain more yet. Jack will. Let him see the body and the stuff we can’t identify. If he can’t help, he’ll leave. And Vance will understand. Let Jack talk with him. Trust me here, Gibbs.”

“Don’t like it and Vance will hate it,” Gibbs muttered, flipping the emergency switch again. “Keep his ass off my desk, DiNozzo. Or else I’ll move it for him. With force.” Gibbs carefully didn’t agree to or deny the request. He needed more information first. And maybe Ducky had heard of this Torchwood place. If anyone had, it’d be Duck.

The elevator doors opened on the autopsy floor, and Gibbs jerked his thumb upward, signaling that Tony was to return to the squad room. Tony nodded, visually gulping even though he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Something was going on there. DiNozzo looked really rattled. Unable to decipher the look, unhappy about the new development, unsettled that he couldn’t read the agent he’d worked with the longest, Gibbs drained his coffee. At least he understood the bitter brew and the way it worked on his system. At least that reaction made sense.

When Gibbs walked into Autopsy, his steps faltered. Ducky and Palmer weren’t alone, two strangers were with them. The woman had purple hair and looked unique even to Gibbs’ eyes, and he dealt with Abby’s fashion every day. She was with a man a bit older, a bit sickly looking, and worn even though Gibbs had the sense he wasn’t as old as he appeared. They wore strange clothes and seemed…not quite the same as Ducky, Palmer, or anyone else Gibbs knew, but he couldn’t identify the differences immediately. It was more a sense rather than anything outright.

“Duck?” he asked, and there was a wealth of meaning in that word.

“Ah, Jethro,” Ducky said, begging him to stay calm with a pleading glance. “I asked some dear friends of mine to consult, since we were at quite an impasse with regard to the case, and I thought they could help.”

“What agency?” Gibbs asked, growling the words. He was fed up with all of this bull. It was taking time away from the case.

“Not an agency exactly, Jethro. But…” Ducky sighed, looking at the strangely dressed people. “Be polite, Jethro. Nymphadora and Remus have traveled quite far to assist us. All the way from the United Kingdom, in fact.”

“I don’t have time for this, Duck!” Gibbs turned to leave.

“You must make time.” Ducky said in a voice laced with steel. He stepped in front of him, placing a hand on Gibbs’ chest. “They will be able to help. You don’t understand…”

“DiNozzo has someone from another agency upstairs, you have these strangers. None of you asked me if we needed a consult. Who is the supervisory agent here, Duck? I miss the announcement?”

“No, Jethro, you didn’t. Of course you know that you are in charge. It’s just…the substance and the bowl that we saw at the scene of the crime reminded me. I knew I’d seen it before and these dear young people can help us determine where it came from. And what it is. Jethro, we need their expertise. They are the only ones who can identify it with complete and utter certainity.”

“Mind if we do a little demonstration?” the man asked, addressing Ducky and ignoring Gibbs.

“Well, yes, Remus, my dear boy. If you must. Mr. Palmer, please have Abigail prepare the bowl and substance. Remember what Nymphadora and Remus instructed.” When Palmer nodded and scurried out, Ducky sighed.

“Very well then, Remus. Nothing too theatrical. Special Agent Gibbs is a good man, just resistant.”

Gibbs folded his arms over his chest arching an eyebrow. The man pulled out a piece of wood and uttered something that sounded vaguely Latin and sounded roughly like “incarcerate”. Within a split second, ropes had come out of nowhere and wrapped around the woman. There was no explanation for it and Gibbs had no idea where they had come from. He took a step forward and then looked at Ducky.

“Ah…something else then?” Ducky asked rather weakly, giving Gibbs a nervous look.

The man did something else and all of a sudden a candle on Ducky’s desk lit itself and began floating in midair.

“Better…much better,” Ducky said as Gibbs approached, walking around the candle cautiously and then placing his hand under it. There was no substance keeping it afloat, nothing Gibbs could figure out.

He whirled around as someone began applauding and saw that Tony and the new visitor had come in and the new guy was clapping. “Brilliant! Great work there. How is that done? Where are you from?”

The guy took all Gibbs questions as well as control he wasn’t quite ready to give. He opened his mouth, trying to regain command of the situation when Ducky gasped and spoke, interrupting his train of thought.

“Why I…Good lord! Extraordinary! Are you by any chance related to Jack Harkness? I knew a man, quite a great many years ago, who looked just like you, right down to the dimples and the suspenders and the coat…but…”

“Ducky, it’s me,” the man said, nodding and smirking.

“It is? But…how? That was very many years ago…” He turned to look at the two strangely dressed and named people. “Do you know…?” Ducky sighed, moving closer to Jethro. “My dear man, we have a great deal to talk about. Can you commandeer a conference room?”

Gibbs sighed, nodding. “Come on then. All of you. But get the ropes off her first and put that candle down!” He gave Tony a look and DiNozzo shuffled right out of the way. Knowing he was heading a hell of a parade, Gibbs led them to the squad room, where he pointed at McGee and Ziva, who were clustered with Abby and Palmer. It figured that Palmer and Abby had gone right to the squad room to gossip. Abby hesitated for only a moment and then followed, giving Gibbs a bright grin.

“Abbs,” he drawled, not at all surprised to see she’d been gossiping with the others.

“Gibbs,” she chirped, giving him a bright smile.

When they filed into the conference room, he took the head of the table, watching as the various groupings settled themselves. McGee and Ziva sat close to him, DiNozzo and Abby across from them. Palmer settled next to Ziva while one of the newcomers—Jack—sat next to Tony. Ducky and the other two sat across from him, next to Palmer.

Gibbs turned his attention to his own agents first. “Ziva, McGee, you ever heard of Torchwood Institute?” He closed the blinds and regarded his agents. He figured that if anyone had, Ziva would.

McGee and Ziva shook their heads, the Mossad agent suddenly looking as wary as Gibbs felt. He gave her a minute nod, warning her without words to stay aware.

Gibbs turned to Jack. “You do anything like they can?”

“No,” Jack said with a small smile. “I have skills but not those.” He folded his arms and leaned against the back of his chair.

“What do you mean, Gibbs?” McGee asked, confused.

“They can do things. They…I don’t know how to explain it. They made a candle float.”

“They can help us identify the silvery substance. We believe it is a pensieve,” Ducky said quietly.

“A what?” Gibbs asked.

“Pensieve. It is complicated, Gibbs. Be open minded, my dear boy.”

“And what’re you here to do?” Gibbs asked Jack.

“I think he knows what actually killed our Commander, Gibbs,” Tony said, speaking up. “I think he can figure out the substance and ID the hairs.”

“And what killed out Commander, DiNozzo?” Gibbs asked. “Aliens?”

Tony gasped and Gibbs couldn’t censor his reaction, His eyes widened before he controlled himself just as Tony spoke. “Maybe, Gibbs. After you just saw what you did, please don’t doubt or question my theories. I’ve known Jack and Torchwood for a lot of years. He’s saved me from things you couldn’t even imagine.”

“Can someone tell us what is going on here?” Abby said, speaking up finally. Only now Gibbs realized she’d been uncharacteristically quiet.

“And hello to you,” Jack said, leaning over Tony to eye Abby speculatively, with clearly undisguised interest that forced a growl from deep in Gibbs’ throat.

Abby giggled nervously, and Gibbs closed his eyes, summoning up patience from somewhere deep inside. This was one of the strangest days of his life, but he knew he had to get back on track.

“Okay, everyone. Pay attention! Here is the rundown of the situation. We need to figure this out and now. The commander deserves answers and if my team thinks you people can help, we’ll give it a shot.

“Aye Aye, Boss,” Jack said, and Gibbs could swear the guy winked at him.

Two Men and a Baby Part 5

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:39:06 GMT

Title : Two Men and a Baby

Author : ghosts_writer & joeybug

Rating : Pg-13

Pairing/Characters : Gibbs/DiNozzo

Part Five

Word Count : 5,043

Warning: MPREG, RP Fic, AU

Summary: In a world where some men can carry babies, a one night stand is about to turn Gibbs and DiNozzo into a family.

Disclaimer : All parts belong to the relevant companies, We just play with them and promise to put them back when we’re done.

Part five

FIC Uncertain Gibbs/McGee (1/1) FRM

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 01:11:34 GMT

Title:Uncertain
Author:Taylorgibbs
Fandom:NCIS
Pairing:Gibbs/McGee
Rating:FRM
Spoilers:general season 6.
Summary: When Tim screws up on a case, he worries he might lose it all.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to Cat for the beta, and Carina for the early read and feedback.Written for Porn Battle.

Prompts are: insecurity, Gibbs' desk, sorry, sign language

McGee hovered around Gibbs’ desk, biting his lip. He’d screwed up big time on this one. A computer trail had led them to the wrong person and the suspect had nearly taken out the witness. Tony, of all people, had figured it out and a triple tap had taken down the right person before he could kill again. As if the five bodies weren’t enough. Tim had written up his reports slowly, thankful that Tony and Ziva had already left.

Tony hadn’t ragged on him too hard, thankfully. He seemed to know that Tim was beating himself up badly enough. Now, it was only him and Gibbs left in the office, and Gibbs had been stonily silent the entire time. Sure, Gibbs was always quiet, but Tim was worried.

Even though Gibbs wasn’t around right now, having gone to get more coffee, Tim didn’t feel confident in leaving. He should have wanted to slink out, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Not since…

Well, that part of things might be over. It had been a dream anyway. Why a man like Gibbs would want to be with Tim was a mystery anyway. Gibbs was…well, he was Gibbs! Handsome, confident, in control, at the top of his game. Critics had mentioned that Gemcity had a crush on his main character, L.J. Tibbs, and it was true. McGee himself had darned near hero worshipped Gibbs.

And after the shootings, where McGee had possibly killed the undercover police officer and the fallout of learning it had all been engineered by a dirty cop, Gibbs had invited him over. Beer and relaxing silence had turned to comfort, a shoulder squeeze, a gentle hug that McGee had never expected from his boss.

And then he’d made the first move. Him, Tim McGee, geek, closeted bisexual, had laid one on his military straight boss. Tim had expected an ass kicking at best, a firing at worst. What he’d received had been a tentative kiss back, Gibbs’ hand stroking the back of his neck.

It had started then, the unlikeliest of relationships. The geek and the technophobe. But somehow it worked. Tim built and repaired computers in Gibbs’ basement while the older man worked on his boats. Some nights Tim stayed over, some nights he went home. It was always casual by design. They rarely had full penetrative sex, but oral and hand jobs were a two or three times weekly occurrence.

Then the explosion, the coma happened, Gibbs spent months in Mexico. Tim was sure he would have come to his senses when he returned, was shocked when Gibbs invited him over as soon as he was reinstated. Even Hollis Mann didn’t distract them too much. Gibbs worked around her and Tim was pleased there was room for him, even though he knew Gibbs was casually seeing the woman.

After had Jenny died and the team had been split up, Tim started spending half his time at Gibbs’ house. Some evenings he wrote, his typewriter making a home on one of Gibbs’ workbenches, a modern turntable with a cover protecting his expensive records. Even when everything went down with Michelle Lee a few months back, Gibbs had turned to him. That had been the night they’d first had full on penetrative sex, Gibbs sliding inside Tim as if he was meant to be there. Tim supposed he was.

But Gibbs never suffered fools lightly, and this screw up would drive them apart. Tim knew it. Gibbs didn’t trust technology and this would be another emphasis on brawn versus brains, of traditional police work being more important than computer skills. Of people like Tony being stronger assets to NCIS than he was.

Even though Tim had no reason to feel that way, he was frustrated and jealous of the bond Tony and Gibbs had. While there was nothing sexual about it, Tim couldn’t help comparing himself to Tony. And he always came up lacking. Tony was great looking, charming, unconventionally smart, and sometimes enigmatic. Yeah, he was immature and annoying, but he was also loyal, Gibbs’ “St Bernard.” How could a chubby geek with a baby face compare?

“McGee? What’re you still doing here?” Gibbs asked, and Tim realized he’d been leaning on the other man’s desk, deep in thought.

“Report.” Tim waved his hand and Gibbs plucked the report out of it.

“Good. You can go for the night.” Gibbs’ voice was coolly unaffected and Tim tried to hide the wince as he nodded. Just before he turned away, he angled his body so that the cameras couldn’t pick up what he was going to do and signed ‘I’m sorry.’

Gibbs’ eyebrows moved slightly, the only sign that Gibbs was surprised. Whether he was surprised that Tim had learned sign language or that he was surprised about the apology, Tim wasn’t sure.

‘Nineteen hundred. My place. Bring dinner,’ Gibbs signed back and Tim’s expression must have been comical because Gibbs smirked, and after the day they’d had, that was more than unexpected. A little ember of hope started to burn deep inside Tim.

“G-got it. Bye, Boss.” Why did Gibbs reduce him to a stammering red-faced overgrown teen, Tim wondered as he scurried to the elevator.

Two hours later, Tim lingered outside Gibbs’ front door. He’d changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and long sleeved green t-shirt that Abby had told him brought out his eyes, he’d picked up some Chinese, and had managed to calm down some. He was being stupid. Gibbs knew him, knew what he wanted. If Gibbs was mad at him or was breaking up—not that they had much of a relationship to break up—he would have told Tim. Right out. Gibbs may have been too blunt at times, but Tim usually appreciated that.

Taking a deep fortifying breath, Tim opened the door. “Gibbs?” he called out.

“Kitchen!”

Tim walked slowly into the kitchen, surprised Gibbs wasn’t downstairs taking his frustration out on the boat. “H-hi, Boss,” he said quietly, watching Gibbs, who was sitting at the table.

“Sit down,” Gibbs said, seeming to ignore the bag of food. His eyes locked on Tim’s, that sharp blue gaze making his knees want to knock together. This was it. This was the goodbye speech.

Tim sank into the chair opposite Gibbs, forcing out a smile.

“What was that? Earlier?”

“The apology?” Tim’s voice was much higher than he would have liked it, and he cleared his throat.

“Sign language. When did you learn?”

“Um…” Tim shrugged. “When you were in Mexico. Needed something to do…” He trailed off, staring at the table.

“Look at me,” Gibbs commanded and Tim’s chin lifted off his chest without Tim consciously making that decision. It was a purely Pavlovian response. Gibbs spoke, Tim obeyed.

“Better,” Gibbs remarked when Tim’s eyes were focused on his ear. “Why don’t you think you’re good enough for me?”

“I…huh?” The question took Tim completely by surprise.

“You’re enough, dammit. You hear me?” Gibbs slammed a hand on the table. “Yeah, Tony figured things out today, but you did a bang up job too. Not your fault that the facts led you down another road.”

Tim blinked in shock. He hadn’t been expecting this. Then again, Gibbs had been acting different since the team returned. He was more unpredictable than ever.

“Know what I see when I look at you?” When Tim shook his head, Gibbs continued. “I see a young guy, smarter than he knows he is. A hell of an agent. And one I wanna get in my bed right now.”

“You…do?” Tim knew his face was reddening, both with the praise and…the other.

“You walked into the room and my cock got hard. Get over here.”

Tim jumped up, toppling a chair in his haste to get to the other man. Gibbs dragged his face down, kissing him hard, pulling Tim onto his lap. Tim straddled one of Gibbs’ thighs, groaning when the other man unzipped and released him, Tim’s cock springing out into a warm calloused hand.

Gibbs mouth roamed over Tim’s, the low groans a sexy soundtrack to the hand rubbing confidently over his shaft. He knew every hot spot, every place where Tim was extra sensitive, and he milked out every bit of pleasure, his thigh and the denim compressing Tim’s balls and adding to the sensations.

“Want you to come for me,” Gibbs rumbled against Tim’s lips. “Right here in the kitchen. Make a mess. For me…For me, Tim.”

That was all Tim needed. As Gibbs kissed him passionately, Tim gave over to the feelings and emotions.

A low moan started in his chest and Tim let his head fall back, Gibbs moving to lick and nip his pulse point as Tim bucked on his lap. The tremors started deep inside him, and as liquid blue eyes locked onto his, Tim exploded in his lover’s hand.

He was no longer uncertain. He was wanted by Gibbs.

“Thank you.”

“Never forget that you’re more than enough, Tim. You’re mine.”

“Yours.”

FIC Chance Encounter (8/?) AU Gibbs and Tony father son, Gibbs/Shannon FRT

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 01:02:14 GMT

Title:Chance Encounter
Author:TaylorGibbs
Pairing:Gibbs,Shannon
Rating:FRT
genre:AU
Spoilers:Hiatus
Summary: On a snowy night in New York City, Gibbs meets a teenaged Tony DiNozzo and decides he wants to help the boy.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to Anna for the beta. written for the NavyNCISFF holiday challenge.

Previously, Gibbs met a teenaged DiNozzo in New York City. They had a bond and connection and Gibbs gave Tony his name and info and instructed Tony to call if he needed him. Previous chapter can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4755742/1/Chance_Encounter

Chapter Eight

Gibbs stood there for a few minutes, smoothing Tony’s hair down. He had to establish something quickly, before Kelly arrived and there were more problems to face. He moved to stow the bottle of juice back in his bag and came back to Tony, guiding the boy down on the bed. “Tony, we have to talk about some things. Work out some stuff.”

“Okay,” Tony said uncertainly, looking up at Gibbs. His expression was so damned trusting, Gibbs hoped he wouldn’t hurt the boy further with this. “What is it, Dad?”

“It’s that,” Gibbs said quietly, heavily. He settled down on the bed next to Tony, turning to face the boy, studying him. Tony’s eyes looked sad, stormy, and lonely. “I have a little girl, named Kelly. She’s six and a half now and she’s feeling pretty off kilter. With me going away so much and me getting so badly hurt, her security has been shaken up really bad. I’ve been trying to hide it, but this head thing has been rough on her. And I don’t want her to be even more upset, Tony. Instead of hunting for Easter Eggs, she’ll be packing to come up here, wondering why Daddy wasn’t home for dinner tonight.”

Tony looked guilty, and Gibbs continued to stroke his hand through the teen’s hair. “No reason to be upset, Tony. You didn’t plan this and I’m supposed to be here with you. But I have that little girl to worry about as well.” And Shannon, but Gibbs knew he could reason with the adults in the family. At least he hoped he could.

“So you want me to back off with the ‘Dad’, huh? ‘Cause it’ll freak her out?” Tony asked glumly, tears suddenly shimmering in his eyes. “I know it is stupid but…”

“It’s not stupid at all, Tony.” In a strange way, Gibbs understood. Maybe it was having a negative relationship with his own father, who had never hurt him physically, even though they had clashed many times verbally throughout the years. “Yeah.” Gibbs paused for a long moment, studying Tony’s expression. “I don’t mind it, Tony. There is something about you…” He sighed, frustrated that he couldn’t explain this very well. “I understand, Tony.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “And I like it. It doesn’t make sense but it feels right. Let me talk to Shannon and Kelly. Let me make them understand. Especially Kelly. She’s just a little girl.”

“You don’t mind?” Tony asked, and hope lit up his eyes, chasing the tears away.

“I don’t mind,” Gibbs replied firmly. “I really don’t.” He moved away slowly, changing down to boxers and shirt, seeing that Tony had done the same, and then pulled the comforter back. “You okay with me staying here, Tony? Don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m good. Stay. Please.”

~*~

Shannon Gibbs sighed and put the phone down, rubbing the bridge of her nose. This was a mess, she was certain of that. She had sensed her husband had a connection with the young man they’d met over Christmas, even though Jethro had never mentioned the boy again. She’d known Jethro for many years, knew when his sense of responsibility overrode his common sense. Though that was a rare thing, and always involved his brother Marines rather than a teenager he’d just met.

She couldn’t understand it, and that confused the life out of her. She was just expected to pick up and fly to New York City like this. Yes, her parents had paid for her and Kelly to go, but that wasn’t the point. They all knew that Kelly was having a terrible time with Jethro going away so much. Their daughter needed stability and security, and having her sick father running to New York for a stranger was not only very out of character, but it was something that confused and concerned Shannon.

She opened the fridge, looking at the components. This was likely to be a chips and dip night rather than a good healthy food time. And that was okay. Shannon found that she was craving salty, fatty foods and chocolate in a way she hadn’t since… Oh God.

Glancing to the calendar on the wall, the number stood out at her and she started computing the dates. Could it have happened again, despite her being on birth control? When had Jethro come back injured?

Shannon gulped hard and dialed Jane Cameron. “Jane? I need you to come over before everyone else. I could use someone to talk to and um…could you pick me up something, and don’t tell a soul…A pregnancy test…No, I’m not joking and I don’t think there is something in the water. I just realized that I’m almost three weeks late…No, I didn’t notice beforehand. With Jethro being injured, my attention has been on him… I know…Yes, I’m still on the Pill….Okay, thanks, Jane.”

Shannon hung up the phone, her hand drifting to her stomach. Could she possibly be pregnant again after all these years…without trying? It was so ironic that she was half convinced fate had grabbed her by the throat just like last time, and the time she’d met a shy boy on a train platform in Stillwater, PA.

Kelly came back in, a skip in her step now that she had spoken to her father. “Mommy? When is Daddy coming back?”

Shannon plastered a smile on her face, knowing she needed to reassure her daughter. “We’re going to see Grandma and Grandpop tomorrow. Daddy is going to stay there for a couple of days.”

“Oh.” Kelly’s expression fell. “But Mommy, will the Easter Bunny know where to find me?”

Shannon gathered her little girl close, kissing the top of her head. Soon, Kelly would be too old to want this sort of comfort. Just like that, a pang of longing crashed through Shannon and she hoped that she was pregnant, that she could give her husband another little girl…or maybe a boy. Then he wouldn’t have such a yearning for a stranger.

“The Easter Bunny is magical, Kelly. He knows exactly how to find you. And we’ll hide the eggs next weekend. Maddie and you can find them just as easily then. Just think, we’ll be in New York City for Easter. Maybe we can get you a nice new dress and a matching Easter bonnet.”

“Purple this time?” Kelly asked hopefully.

“Maybe,” Shannon answered, absorbing the warmth of her daughter in her arms. Another crisis averted, at least for Kelly. Shannon’s life had gotten much more complicated and she wasn’t quite sure what to do from here on out.

~*~

Gibbs watched as Tony slept for about forty-five minutes before he, too, stretched out and closed his eyes. His head was throbbing, aching, the nausea almost overwhelming him. Even though he’d emptied his stomach, it was still there, churning, burning just below the surface. He wasn’t sure if lying down would help or hinder him, but he had to try.

Tony was curled up in as close to a ball as his injuries would allow and he jerked awake as Gibbs settled from a sitting to lying down position. “It’s okay, Tony. Just Gibbs.”

“’Kay, Dad,” Tony said sleepily and Gibbs was completely charmed. His hand found its way to Tony’s upper back and he stroked gently, turning onto his side, his free arm tucked under the pillow. He wouldn’t likely fall asleep, but if he could close his eyes, he’d get some rest at least.

“Dad? Um…Jay? Uh… What’m I supposed to call you now?”

The soft voice penetrated Gibbs’ consciousness and his eyes opened slowly. He knew where he was immediately, which was a good sign. There had been times it had taken him five minutes or more to remember where he was after waking up, and he wasn’t that kind of guy. He was always aware of his surroundings. Tony was sitting up, looming over him, and Gibbs had the impression that Tony had been watching his sleep.

“Just Gibbs is okay. Or Jethro.” Gibbs smiled when Tony wrinkled his nose at that.

“Yeah, my name is Leroy Jethro. I go by Jethro.”

“Why the Jay then?” Tony asked.

“First initial. Some of my friends call me J. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” Tony said with a nod, and it was plain he wanted to say more, but Gibbs put a hand up, shaking his head.

“Tony, you and I know it, but nobody else will understand. We have to be cool about this until we’ve figured out a way to ease things for them without them getting really upset. I know…I know and I understand. Right now, remember that.”

“Okay.” It was plain that Tony wasn’t happy with that, but he understood.

“Now that we’re alone, you need to be honest with me,” Gibbs started. “I need to know why your father hurt you like this.”

“Do you have to?” Tony asked, and there was a clear whine in his voice.

“I do. And you’re going to tell me. It is the only way I can help you, Tony.”

The younger man sighed and nodded. “Okay. Well, my dad isn’t a good guy. My…the other dad. Not you.”

“Know who you meant,” Gibbs said with a small smile.

“He’s hit me a real lot since my mom died. But this time was the worst. And I caused it.” Tony started shaking slightly and Gibbs slipped an arm around Tony’s shoulders.

“How? You can’t make anyone hit you.” Gibbs tipped Tony’s chin up. “Whatever happened, you didn’t cause this, Tony.”

“Yeah, I did. Remember that blonde Rockette? From the Christmas thing?”

“The one you were checking out? Yeah.” Gibbs had a feeling he could see where this was leading. “You made a move on her and your dad didn’t like it?”

Tony flushed and nodded. “After a reception, I kissed her on the cheek. How could I know that he’s sleeping with her? And half of the rest of the Rockettes. He flipped out and he told me some really horrible things. And then he started hitting me…and he wouldn’t stop. I think he would have killed me if I hadn’t run away. Jay…he said he isn’t my real father. Said he’d give blood and we could run tests but he was sure. My mom is dead, Jay. I only have a couple of uncles and cousins in England from her side. But nobody else. And he said nobody would want me any more.”

Gibbs blinked a few times, shocked and stunned that anyone would treat a boy like that for an honest mistake. It made even more sense now, all of it. “You’re wanted here. You’re wanted with me. You have a father now, Tony. One you chose and one you want.”

Tony turned, hugging him tight. “Thanks…Dad.”

“No thanks needed.”

RP-fic Two Men and a Baby Part 4

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 12:14:34 GMT

Title : Two Men and a Baby

Author : </a></b></a>ghosts_writer & </a></b></a>joeybug

Rating :Pg-13

Pairing/Characters : Gibbs/DiNozzo

Part Four

Word Count :4,013

Warning: MPREG, RP Fic, AU

Summary: In a world where some men can carry babies, a one night stand is about to turn Gibbs and DiNozzo into a family.

Disclaimer : All parts belong to the relevant companies, We just play with them and promise to put them back when we’re done.

Part Four at our LJ

Fic: Punching Bag

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 02:45:48 GMT

Title: Punching Bag
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gen
Genre: Character Study
Word Count: 2271
Author's Notes: Written for ncis_lfws session 2, round 2. The challenge was to write any given character's pov for a character study piece. This was the winning story for the round . This story follows "Iced".
Summary: Tony knows he has issues. But just knowing that doesn't resolve them.

Punching Bag at Dreamwidth
Punching Bag at Livejournal

Two Men and a Baby Part 3

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Fri, 05 Jun 2009 13:07:17 GMT

Title :Two Men and a Baby

Author ghosts_writer& joeybug

Rating : PG-13

Pairing/Characters :Gibbs/DiNozzo

Part: Three

Word Count : 3,740

Warning: MPREG, RP Fic, AU

Summary: In a world where some men can carry babies, a one night stand is about to turn Gibbs and DiNozzo into a family.

Disclaimer : All parts belong to the relevant companies, We just play with them and promise to put them back when we’re done.

Part three at our LJ

WWOMB now on Twitter

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Mon, 01 Jun 2009 21:36:23 GMT

I've opened an account for the WWOMB archive and lists on twitter. Will be a place to keep track of stuff, request new stories, announce changes and downtime info...whatever. let me know what you'd like to have happen there by commenting here.

Join at http://twitter.com/wwomb

Fic: Lizards and Teddy Bears 9

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sun, 31 May 2009 06:52:13 GMT

Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Slash, hetero
Pairing: Tony/Jethro, Tony/Jen (previously), Duck/Jimmy (implied)
Portrayed by Michael Weatherly/Mark Harmon, Michael Weatherly/Lauren Holly, David McCallum/Brian Dietzen
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Tony wakes to his worst nightmare, or is it...
Warning: This has shades of Het. Sorta. Mpreg, very AU
Note: This was inspired by a post sent to NavyNCISslash awhile back, asking the name of an episode where Tony finds a lizard in his bed, the lizard morphed. Doesn't take much to warp the warped
Previous chapters or series at: http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=24321&warning=FRAO
This chapter is for Tayla and Kel2, who asked for this story to christen the dreamwidth journal...and for all the rest of you who are asking for more of this insane piece
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.
Permission to archive to WWOMB: Y)
Authors website:
http://peja.dreamwidth.org
http://peja.insanejournal.com/
http://peja1956.livejournal.com
http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewuser.php?uid=1
I write dozens of fandoms, adding new ones all the time. to stay in the know, keep tabs on either the Journals or the archive.
Disclaimer. NCIS does not belong to me. no money made in this
Note: The author allows forwarding of her work, provided she knows where its going and any feedback is forwarded back.
Note 2: The author allows frustrated readers to continue any WIP from a clearly marked end chapter, provided the author who creates this fic tree credits the original author with what is hers and provides a copy of the extension for her personal pleasure AND archiving on the wwomb

Lizards and Teddy Bears
by PEJA

Part 9

Gibbs was frozen to the spot when he stepped into the room, his eyes fused on the feverish man sprawled naked on their bed.

He finally shook off the horror and back-peddled out of the room, dashing to the refrigerator for several bottles of water before he bolted back to the bedroom, slowing only as he caught Tony's widening, apprehensive gaze.

"Tony, it's all right. I'm here now."

A furious sneer pulled at Tony's pale lips. "You can't have the baby," he hissed, scrambling backwards on the bed, pressing himself into the headboard and curling in on himself, his arms wrapped protectively around his legs. "You gave it to me...I won't let you give it away. I won't."

"Okay, Tony. I won't do that to you....To us." Gibbs stepped closer, his arms spread wide at his waist. "Whatever you want, Tony. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

Tony snorted, "Yeah, right. Long as you figure its okay, huh? 'Cause I'm too damn stupid to know what's right for me. Too damn stupid to make any decisions about my life? My body? Damn you to hell, Gibbs. Its my body."

"I don't think you're stupid, Tony?"

Tony grunted his disbelief.

"I don't, Tony." Gibbs raked a trembling hand through his hair. "I...I wanted...I thought..." He sighed, slumping down beside the younger man. "I ...forgot you are not of my kind. I treated you as I would treat one of the children of Sobek.

Tony's natural curiosity rose in his eyes. "Sobek?"

"Mmmm? Yeah," Gibbs set aside all but one of the bottles of water, then patted the bed next to him and cracked open the bottle he still held, handing it to Tony when the younger man had eased down to sit more comfortably near him. "What do you know about... Egyptian mythology, Tony?' He guided the open bottle to Tony's lips, crooking an eyebrow at him.

sighing, Tony took a long drink and shrugged. "Not a lot."

"Okay, well, all you need to know is that the Egyptians counted among their gods a creature called Sobek. A god with the head of a crocodile."

"What does that have to do with you...and me?"

Gibbs slowly slid his arms around Tony, easing the man's body against his own. Tony laid stiffly against him for several breaths, then slowly relaxed into his embrace, letting his head drop into the crook of Gibbs' shoulder. "My people escaped our planet in the midst of a planetary coup. The royal family fled for their lives, hiding across the far reaches of the Universe."

"Sounds like Star Wars, boss." Tony murmured.

Chuckling at that, Gibbs agreed, then continued. "the Royals split into several craft. Sobek's line was carried on a path that cut across Earth's orbital plain. the pilot's miscalculated, got caught in the gravitational fields of this planet. They nearly escaped, but the craft suddenly encountered engine failure. In the end, the pilots were just barely able to land in a region of Egypt around Al Fayyum. Fearing something more than accidental damage, the children of Sobek abandoned ship, destroyed their craft and using their form shifting ability, blended into the native background."

"What does this have to do with you?"

"I am a direct descendant of Prince Sobek. Fifth in line to the throne here on Earth, as it happens, for what that is worth. In the Sobek community, I was raised as a person of privilege... spoiled, pampered. Used to taking what I want. Or having it given to me. Not an excuse for what I did to you, but ...I love you, Tony. I was afraid when you found out the truth about me..."

"I'd run?" Tony sighed.

"That, yes." Gibbs nodded slowly, tightening his hold on his over-heated lover. "But afraid of myself as well. when it comes to my ...chameleon side... I can be...autocratic."

"Gee, you knock me up...using a woman I have issues with in the first place. Tell me I'm confined to quarters. Decide to take back my child..." He glared at Gibbs. "And give it to Jimmy Palmer. Palmer? And you say you can get autocratic? Never would have guessed that." He laughed softly, in self-depreciation. "And as to me running...if you'd told me you planned to impregnate me, Yeah, I probably would have."

"Rightfully so."

"But I like to think I would have come back. "

Gibbs tightened his embrace, murmuring, " So do I, my precious boy. So do I."

end chapter 9

WARNING: I tend to forget where I cross post, so you would be best able to follow the story through on of my journals or the WWOMB site.

Fic: Blast from the Past

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sun, 31 May 2009 01:41:23 GMT

Title: Blast from the Past
Season/Episode: 2/"Twilight" (just after Tony tells McGee and Kate to run before the car blows up.)
Character(s): Tony, Gibbs, Ducky
Pairing(s): none (gen) (if you're Gibbs/DiNozzo inclined, you can read it that way - I certainly won't be offended ;)
Written for: ncis_lfws challenge #1 - Write a missing scene for any episode in seasons 1, 2, 3 or 4. Word limit: 750
Author's Note: I tied for first place with this story. *squee*

Blast from the Past

RP-fic Two Men and a Baby Part 2

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sat, 30 May 2009 14:52:34 GMT

Title : Two Men and a Baby
Author : ghosts_writer & joeybug
Rating :
Pairing/Characters : Gibbs/DiNozzo
Part Two
Word Count : 3,369
Warning: MPREG, RP Fic, AU
Summary: In a world where some men can carry babies, a one night stand is about to turn Gibbs and DiNozzo into a family.
Disclaimer : All parts belong to the relevant companies, We just play with them and promise to put them back when we’re done.
Author's Note: For some reason neither lj-cuts nor links work when I'm posting with the other account, therefore I'm using my usual one. If anyone knows something, please, feel free to help.

Part 2 of our RP

RP-fic Two Men and a Baby, part 1

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Thu, 28 May 2009 16:01:56 GMT

Author :ghosts_writer & joeybug

Rating : PG-13

Pairing/Characters : Gibbs/DiNozzo

Part: One

Word Count : 3,170

Warning: MPREG, RP Fic, AU

Summary: In a world where some men can carry babies, a one night stand is about to turn Gibbs and DiNozzo into a family.

Disclaimer : All parts belong to the relevant companies, We just play with them and promise to put them back when we’re done.

Link to the first part on our lj

Fic: Lizards And Teddy Bears 8

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Tue, 26 May 2009 18:16:03 GMT

Lizards And Teddy Bears
by PEJA

Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Slash, hetero
Pairing: Tony/Jethro, Tony/Jen (previously), Duck/Jimmy (implied)
Portrayed by Michael Weatherly/Mark Harmon, Michael Weatherly/Lauren Holly, David McCallum/Brian Dietzen
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Tony wakes to his worst nightmare, or is it...
Warning: This has shades of Het. Sorta
Note: This was inspired by a post sent to NavyNCISslash awhile back, asking the name of an episode where Tony finds a lizard in his bed, the lizard morphed. Doesn't take much to warp the warped
Previous chapters or series at: http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=24321&warning=FRAO
This chapter is for Tayla and Kel2, who asked for this story to christen the dreamwidth journal...and for all the rest of you who are asking for more of this insane piece
General thanks to all of you folks who are requesting short fics and improvs in the various fandoms. You're keeping the words flowing.
Permission to archive to WWOMB: Y)
Authors website:
http://peja.dreamwidth.org
http://peja.insanejournal.com/
http://peja1956.livejournal.com
http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/viewuser.php?uid=1
I write dozens of fandoms, adding new ones all the time. to stay in the know, keep tabs on either the Journals or the archive.
Disclaimer. NCIS does not belong to me. no money made in this
Note: The author allows forwarding of her work, provided she knows where its going and any feedback is forwarded back.
Note 2: The author allows frustrated readers to continue any WIP from a clearly marked end chapter, provided the author who creates this fic tree credits the original author with what is hers and provides a copy of the extension for her personal pleasure AND archiving on the wwomb

Gibbs stared at the cup slowly cooling before him for several beats then his searching gaze found Ducky's. "I really screwed up, Duck."

"You think?"

Ducky's quiet shortness grabbed Gibbs by the throat, driving home just how much he stood to lose. "I was scared, you know?" his voice broke on the words and he swallowed around the lump in his throat. "I...thought Tony would..." he sighed, shaking his head. "I'm so fucked."

Ducky chuckled, taking the chair opposite his lifetime charge. "You are your father's son, my boy." He leaned over the table and pushed the coffee cup toward Gibbs encouragingly. "Lucky for you Tony loves you to distraction."

Gibbs snatched up the cup and swallowed it in one go. "You think that's going to be enough?" Gibbs asked as he lowered the cup.

Ducky bought some time by pouring a refill and waiting till Gibbs fingers closed around the warm sides. "He refused to give up the child."

Gibbs nodded thoughtfully, mulling over the meaning of that. A slow scowl pulled at his brows suddenly and he glanced over his shoulder at the restlessly slumbering Palmer. "Jimmy....?"

"He is quite alright with the situation, Jethro. Between you and me, he admittedly does have a man crush on you, but his heart..." Ducky's cheeks flushed slightly and he gave a covering cough. "His heart lies in quite a different direction."

Gibbs' crooked smile tugged and his brows rose. "You should grab him up, old man. He would bear you a great bounty of children to gather round your rocker in your golden years." A frown bloomed as quickly as the smile. "You would have given him up...to be breeder to me."

Ducky nodded with a heavy sigh. "As you mentioned, I know who you are. Being your breeder would have given Young Palmer a privileged life. I would not deny him that."

"And now?"

Ducky's faded blue eyes lingered on Jimmy. "Time will tell." He turned his attention back to Gibbs. "You understand there can be no penetration during this encounter? He will want you to enter him, but you must deny him. The child..."

"I know the dangers, Duck."

"Walk him through what you are doing when you get in there, do you hear? He will be disoriented, confused, but your words should help him connect."

"I understand."

Ducky consulted his watch. "Go to him, Jethro."

Gibbs bolted from his seat, knocking over the chair in his haste, and dashed for the door. His hand was on the knob when Ducky spoke again.

"Jethro, good luck."

Gibbs nodded his thanks, knowing that he would need it.

end chapter
WARNING: I tend to forget where I cross post, so you would be best able to follow the story through one of my journals or the WWOMB site.

FIC NCIS Chance Encounter (7/?) Gibbs and DiNozzo father and son FRT

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Tue, 19 May 2009 23:36:24 GMT

Title:Chance Encounter
Author:TaylorGibbs
Pairing:Gibbs,Shannon
Rating:FRT
genre:AU
Spoilers:Hiatus
Summary: On a snowy night in New York City, Gibbs meets a teenaged Tony DiNozzo and decides he wants to help the boy.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to Anna for the beta. written for the NavyNCISFF holiday challenge.

Previously, Gibbs met a teenaged DiNozzo in New York City. They had a bond and connection and Gibbs gave Tony his name and info and instructed Tony to call if he needed him. Previous chapter can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4755742/1/Chance_Encounter

Chapter Seven

Gibbs sat quietly with Tony, stroking the boy’s hair as Nate made some calls and finished the arrangements. He knew the storm was brewing, the troops advancing on multiple fronts, even though he was powerless to stop it. He had to hope that his wife’s understanding and his in laws’ trust of him would be enough. It had to be. He’d established a strong bond with Nate and Sarah over many years. First, when he was dating Shannon, and then, as her husband and Kelly’s father. They were very forthright people and Gibbs knew that they would have told him directly if they felt he was being deficient in any way.

Which was why he knew that he wasn’t going to dodge this bullet. The storm was brewing; he could see it in their eyes and the set of their shoulders, the way Sarah moved around the room, her motions a little jerky and uncomfortable. She was unsettled; Nate was concerned, and Gibbs had to admit to himself that he might just be over his head. What did he know about helping to heal a traumatized teen boy? What if he screwed up or hurt Tony more?

“Jethro?” Nate called quietly, beckoning him closer.

He extricated himself from Tony gently, standing in a slow motion and trying to shake off the dizziness and nausea. Tony clutched his arm, but Gibbs gave him a gentle look, brushing a thumb over a cheekbone in a tender gesture.

“I’ll be right back. Made a vow. Remember, my word is my vow.”

Tony worked his bruised lip between his teeth but he nodded, even though it was uncertain. “Just come back, Dad. Please.”

“What is it, Nate?” Gibbs asked as the older man guided him into the living room and sat him down gently but firmly. Sarah followed them in and sat next to him, working one of those scraps of lace—was it called a doily?—in her hands.

“Logistics,” Nate said quietly. He looked at Sarah and Gibbs watched the play of emotions between them. The couple had been married so long that they had perfected the talent of silent conversation and it was clear they were having quite a debate. Eyebrows rose, looks were given. It was intimate and he felt like he was an intruder. He shifted in his seat restlessly, but didn’t dare get up yet. If Nate pushed him back down, Gibbs might get sick and Marines did not get sick easily.

“Okay,” Gibbs finally said, breaking the silence when their non-verbal argument seemed to have trailed off.

“That boy needs medical attention. I can call a friend in to look at him, but I’m not having him in our house without an exam. If he has internal bleeding or a punctured lung, he could die.” Nate paused a moment. “And I want him to have a quick look at you as well. You need a neurological consult, Jethro. I don’t like what I’m seeing here.”

“I’m okay,” Gibbs insisted. “Not the one you need to worry about.”

“I beg to differ,” Sarah put in, reaching over and smoothing his hair back tenderly. “Jethro, we had no idea how serious the injury was. We should have,” she said quietly, shooting a sharp glance at her husband. “But you and Shannon expend so much time and energy convincing us not to worry that I supposed we’ve become complacent. Let Nate do this; let him find you a neurological consult here in the city. He has great connections and a second set of eyes could reveal something the military doctors might have missed.”

“If nothing else, it’ll smooth things over with Shannon,” Nate added with a low chuckle. “If you stay on here a few days to be seen, you don’t have to worry about leaving that young man. We can make a bit of a family vacation of it. Trust me; you don’t want that redhead any more upset at you than she already is. You think that head of yours hurts now…”

Gibbs managed a smile at those words. Nate had a very valid point.

Sarah pulled in a breath, clearly weighing her words. “Nate tells me he isn’t directly related to you. That is the case, isn’t it, Jethro? I don’t want to press or cause more stress for you, but I do find myself wondering why him.”

Gibbs shrugged, frustrated. Stars appeared in front of his eyes and he gulped back bile. Even that small motion was too much for his aching head. “Don’t know. Can’t explain. His eyes locked onto mine at the Radio City thing and he looked lost. Alone. Didn’t think it was this bad, but the kid needs someone, the kid needs me.”

In a way, Gibbs himself had been like Tony at that age. At least emotionally. Jack had never hurt him, not physically or directly emotionally, Gibbs knew that now. But his father’s constant dating had made a huge impression on Gibbs and the bullying and fights with Stillwater’s elite had pushed him to run in desperation. He’d found a recruitment office in Allentown and the Corps.

“Just don’t sacrifice Shannon and Kelly’s needs for his,” Sarah said after a short silence. She stood over him and cupped Gibbs’ chin in a strong hand, gently but firmly forcing him to look at her. “That woman has stood by your side for many years, and that little girl is too young to understand all of this mess. Remember that your first loyalty is to them.”

Gibbs wouldn’t answer that comment. He wouldn’t be disloyal to Shannon and Kelly or Tony. He just had to find a way to make it all work out together. He had to trust himself, his wife, their family—which now included Tony, even if he was the only one who recognized that. So far… He had faith Shannon would take the teenager under her wing.

Sarah sighed, kissing the top of his head. “I’m going to duck out and get some clothing for Tony. He’s far thinner than Nate. I’m sure you didn’t bring more than a change of clothes for yourself either, did you?” When Gibbs only gave her a sheepish smile, she chuckled, her normal good humor back, even if he could tell it was a little forced.

“I’ll pick up a few things for you as well then, Jethro. Nate, arrange the doctor visit and determine what foods our young guest likes. She looked down at Gibbs one last time before leaving. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Jethro.”

“Me too.”

After Sarah left, Gibbs drifted back into the kitchen, leaving Nate to make his calls. Nate seemed to think they had a couple of hours before anyone would be able to stop by and Gibbs planned to take advantage of that. Tony looked drawn and exhausted and Gibbs tugged him gently to his feet. “What’re we doing?” Tony asked.

“Bedroom. You’re gonna get a nap. You look exhausted. Been a rough few days, eh?”

“Yeah,” Tony admitted quietly. He let Gibbs guide him up the stairs and into one of the guest bedrooms. A queen-sized four-posted bed stood invitingly in the middle of the room.

“Strip off, Tony. Down to underwear.”

Tony hesitated, eyes flashing in panic. “I don’t want you to see…”

“It’s okay,” Gibbs soothed. “Just be more comfortable for you than in those thick jeans. I’m gonna do the same.”

Tony started chewing on his swollen lip. “I don’t…” He reddened and waved his hand “You know.”

Gibbs blinked a few times and then it hit him. He started to shake his head firmly and then rushed to the wastebasket, emptying his stomach. He pulled out a bottle of juice and rinsed his mouth out. It was disgusting, but it did the job. When his vision had returned back to normal and his head was at a dull roar again, he looked over at Tony.

“You okay?” Tony asked, his tone worried, his panic having given way to concern.

“Hurt my head really bad overseas,” Gibbs admitted, moving closer to the young man. “Tony, I’m not interested in anything other than resting with my boy. I’m not…I wouldn’t… Never,” he finished in a firm voice. “Has anyone…with you?”

He hated asking the question but he needed intel. And he had a sinking feeling that Tony’s father might have hurt him in even more disgusting ways.

Tony’s whole body relaxed. “No. I know it happens at school and stuff but nobody. I just…worried. Didn’t want it to happen with me. You’re my dad.”

“Never have to worry with me,” Gibbs told him firmly.

“I know, Dad. I trust you.” Tony wrapped his arms around Gibbs’ waist, giving him a gentle squeeze. “You won’t hurt me, Dad. It was why I came to you in the first place.”

Fic: Close Calls and Near Misses (PG-13)

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Mon, 18 May 2009 03:38:16 GMT

Title: Close Calls and Near Misses
Author: Mamapranayama
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen with a hint of McGee/DiNozzo
Category: hurt/comfort, humor, friendship
Word Count: 1050
Summary: When McGee is hurt, Tony is there to help him and keep things in perspective.
A/N: This was written for ncis1000words from the lyrics to the the song 'Closer to Fine' by the Indigo Girls, This particular fic is based on the first few lines of the song:
I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white.
The best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it's only life after all

*******

( Close Calls and Near Misses )

Fic: Aftermath

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sun, 17 May 2009 13:46:00 GMT

Title: Aftermath
Author: Waldo.
Words: 1000
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo-ish... kind of gen-ish too...
Rating: R for the 'f' word.
Summary: Tony knows exactly how pear-shaped things went in Ziva's apartment.
Notes: For this particular fic, they could dwarf the story.

In one of the commentaries on the DVDs Michael Weatherly states that in his personal canon for DiNozzo, Tony never wears underwear. (Which begs the question of the red ones in his filing cabinet that Gibbs finds.) I am adopting this canon as well.
This story contains *actual* SPOILERS for "Semper Fidelis" and conjecture based on the preview for "Aliyah"
This is the sign: This story was written for ncis1000words where one of the picture prompts was the sign.

Aftermath

FIC NCIS Mothering gen FRT

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Mon, 11 May 2009 05:15:10 GMT

Title:Mothering
Author:Taylorgibbs
Category:gen
Rating: FRT
Spoilers: None specific
Summary: Some of the team remember the special ladies in their lives.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to Cat for the beta. This story does not follow specific Season 6 canon. Apologies for leaving Ziva out. Her story didn't come to me easily. I hope everyone who is a mother, has mothered or nurtured children, siblings, or animals has had a wonderful Mother's Day. Whether you celebrate it in your area of the world or not, I hope you take some time out and do something for yourself.

May, 1979

Tony DiNozzo wiggled uncomfortably in his sailor suit and stood very still. His mother had a really bad headache again. Daddy called them hangovers. It was why Tony had to sit quietly so he didn’t make her head hurt more. All the family was coming over, including Nonna Philomena, who was really really old and was Nonna Sophia’s mom. They would eat lunch and then the men would play bocce ball and the ladies would do whatever girls did.

Tony hated waiting, but on days like this, he couldn’t play, not even with Cousin Joey, who was ten years old. The sailor suit was white and Mother hated it when he got stains on it.

“Anthony? Your papa said you wanted to see me?” He jumped off the bed and ran to the doorway when he heard the voice of the woman who mattered most to him. “Carmella! Happy Mother’s Day. I made you this card.” He shyly handed over the card that he had worked on in art class at school. Carmella looked at it and smoothed her apron down, coming down to his level. She wrapped him in a tight embrace, sniffing a little. “Thank you, Anthony. It is the best card I ever got.”

He beamed up at her. “I know you’re not a mom yet but you’re my mom. In here.” He tapped his chest. “Where it matters the most.”

“And you’re my little boy in here where it matters most,” Carmella echoed, touching her own heart.

May, 2009

It was a quiet Sunday for a change and Tony didn’t have many plans for the day. He’d played basketball with some frat brothers yesterday, and a morning of messing around his apartment sounded just fine to him.

He was deep into his third rewatch of Body of Lies when his cell phone rang, startling him. “Yeah, Boss?” he asked, crossing his living room and going toward the bedroom, intending to throw some jeans on rather than his sweats.

“Not ‘Boss’, Anthony. Carmella. I just got your beautiful flowers. You are such a dear boy to remember me every year. You know I think of you as the son I…” She trailed off and Tony couldn’t stop grinning.

“Anthony?”

“Yes, Carmella?”

“You bought me a vacation?”

“Just a getaway to Lake George, nothing fancy. Thought you and Paul deserved some time away.”

“Five days, four nights… Oh, Anthony, you spoil us.” There was a little waver in her voice.

“Never. You’re my mom in every way that matters,” he told her firmly. “Happy Mother’s Day. I love you, Carmella.”

“Love you too, Anthony. You take care now and make sure you eat healthy. And get enough sleep.”

“I will, Mama Carmella.”
~*~

May, 1990

Gibbs stood outside the front door and listened carefully. It was only oh seven hundred and he wanted to surprise and not scare them to death. He’d gotten lucky, has scored a little time off. Shannon had no idea. When he heard her laughter and Kelly’s giggles, he couldn’t help his own chuckle from emerging. He’d missed his girls.

Gibbs snuck around to the back yard carefully and up onto the deck, smirking when he saw her moving around the kitchen, Kelly sitting at the kitchen table. She looked out, caught sight of him, and her mouth opened in surprise and happiness. Gibbs put his fingers to his mouth, shushing her, and Kelly pressed her lips together, swinging her legs excitedly and bouncing in her seat.

Shannon looked at their daughter, arching an eyebrow before she turned back to the stove and Gibbs crept closer, knowing he had to act quickly before Kel ruined his surprise. A bouquet of carnations and a drugstore Mother’s Day card were the best he could do. The surprise was the main part of his present.

He took a second to take her in. Mussed red hair cascaded over her shoulders, one of his old T-shirts serving as her nightshirt. She looked natural, she looked incredible.

Gibbs had fallen a little in love with her that first day they spoke, always believing she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met. He had no idea. As he wife, she was beautiful, as a mother she was breathtaking.

He could spend hours watching her with Kelly, from the day their beautiful daughter had been born, watching her cataloguing every milestone in videotape and photograph, her laughter as Kelly had taken her first step, her glee as Kelly’s first word was “ma.”

There was something about seeing her as a mother that had changed him, had deepened their marriage.

“Jethro?”

His head snapped up, his ears heating. He’d been so lost in thought that he’d ruined his own surprise.

“Hey,” he said, knowing his grin was a mile wide.

“Hey?” she replied from the doorway, racing into his arms and kissing him deeply. Little hands took the card and flowers from his and put them on the picnic table.

“What are you doing home?” Shannon asked as they came up for air and Kelly launched herself into his arms.

“Had to see my girls.” He tucked a strand of her hair back, watching her, knowing he looked like a lovesick puppy. “Happy Mother’s Day, Shannon. It’s not much but—“

“You’re here, it’s the best gift ever.”

May, 2009

The sun was brightly shining as Gibbs parked his car and made his way through the gravestones. When he got to his destination, he smoothed a small brush over the stone, cleaning away dirt and leaves and dirt, before he dug a small hole in the moist soil and planted his flowers there.

“Hey, Shan. It’s me… It’s Mother’s Day and I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for being the best mom imaginable to Kelly. Thanks for taping the things I wasn’t here for. Thanks for showing me the love between a mother and child. You…you made me a better man.”

He pulled out a small photo album, a scrapbook of sorts that contained the visual representation of their family. Shannon and Kelly on a merry-go-round, the three of them at the beach, one unguarded moment when his girls were watching each other, their eyes sparkling with love.

An hour later as he prepared to leave, he stroked his hand over the inscription of her name. “You were born to be her mom. Happy Mother’s Day, Shannon.”

~*~
May, 1992

Abby looked around the kitchen and winced. She had been trying to cook her mother a special breakfast but she’d been up all night studying for exams and somehow she’d misplaced the salt and sugar and she must have used Olive Oil to cook the beignets ‘cause they were the most awful things ever. And the kitchen was a disaster. When Gloria got back to church, there was gonna be hell to pay. You never messed with a Southern woman’s kitchen.

Abby took a long pull of her ever-present Caf-Pow and wrinkled her nose. She wished she was Samantha from Bewitched so that she could just twitch her nose and fix it all, but magic was a scientific impossibility, like everyone knew that. She’d have to make do with some old-fashioned elbow grease.

Abby was hip deep in cleaning when the door opened and Gloria walked in. Her mother’s expression was comically horrified for just a moment, then she sniffed and let out a half snort, half laugh.

Happy Mother’s Day, Abby signed. Café du Monde? At least their beignets have sugar in them. Mine are way too salty!

Don’t ever try cooking again, Gloria signed back, proud tears in her eyes. Thank you, Abby.

Her mother gave her a big hug and Abby sighed and snuggled into the embrace. Her mom was the best.

May, 2009

Abby sank deep into the fragrant mud and giggled. It was squishy in all the wrong places, but this was beyond cool. She was here with her mom, having a spa weekend at one of the new and exclusive hotels in town. Ducky had managed to get them in even though things were booked up months in advance ,and it was sheer bliss.

Mom, you okay? Abby signed with muddy hands.

Gloria nodded, beaming her approval. They’d been polished and massaged and manicured and pedicured and pampered all weekend and Abby wouldn’t have it any other way.

Happy Mother’s Day! She signed, knowing how lucky she was to have her mom in her life.

~*~

May, 1991

Teenaged boys didn’t think it was cool to spend Mother’s Day with their parents, but Tim didn’t mind. They’d have lunch at the Officer’s Club and then maybe go for a drive. As long as Sarah didn’t start whining, it would be an awesome day.

“Tim?” his mother called and he abandoned his computer and the world of his Leisure Suit Larry game to see what she wanted.

“Yeah?”

“What is this…thing?” His mom motioned to an email and an attachment. She wasn’t really computer savvy, but Tim and his dad were getting really used to the computer services that allowed them to dial in and use message board and even get electronic mail.

“It’s a Mother’s Day card. Here…you click on this…” Tim moved the mouse over and clicked and the picture opened. He’d taken some clip art and combined it with some of her favorite sayings. He thought it was kind of cool.

“Oh, Tim,” his mom said, a hand to her mouth. “James…James come over here.”

When Tim’s father didn’t immediately move, both he and his mom looked up. “James?”

“Oh, sorry. I was just reading…” He waved a sheaf of papers. “Horrible story. Local marine’s wife and daughter were killed along with an NIS agent a couple months back and now the marine is in a coma over in Kuwait.” He ruffled Tim’s hair. “We need more people at NIS like you, Tim. Know you’re a genius but…”

Tim blushed, shaking his head. He wasn’t any smarter than anyone else. It was kind of cool that his mom was working at NIS now, but he wasn’t cut out to be an agent or work intel or whatever Mom and Dad did there. He wanted to build defense systems.

“James, stop rambling and look at what Tim sent me.” His mother gestured to the screen. “Can we print it out? That is just beautiful.”

“We sure can. Well, done, Sport.”

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!”

May, 2009

Tim knocked on the door as a courtesy. Mom and Dad went golfing a lot. There were some perks to having a condo on a golf course. He knew they’d earned it. And with Sarah almost ready to graduate from college, they were doing more and more retired people things, even though they were only in their early sixties. Both had part-time jobs, having retired from the forty-hour-week grind a few years ago.

“Timmy!” His mother threw the door open and gave him a big hug, looking at him curiously. “Don’t tell me you drove all the way down here on your weekend.”

“Mom, I used to work at Norfolk. We drive down here all the time for work,” Tim said with a self-conscious laugh. “Anyway, it’s Mother’s Day and I wanted to spend time with my favorite lady in the whole wide world.”

“Oh, where is Abby then?” his mother teased and he blushed darkly.

“She took her mom to a spa. I’m spending the day with mine. See how normal we can be?” He placed a wrapped present in his mother’s hand.

“Rock Hollow finally? Seems awfully thin, Tim.”

“No, but I should have the advance copies of it next week. Just something I’ve been working on for you, Mom.”

She tugged him inside and he breathed in the scent of Death by Chocolate cupcakes—his favorite. Oh yeah, she had known he was coming.

“Poetry? Timmy, you wrote a book of poetry for me?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, blushing. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“This is the second most thoughtful present I’ve ever received. Remember that email card you sent me all those years ago?”

~*~

May, 2000

“Donald, are you aware that it is Mother’s Day today? A day for all mothers? Whatever shall we do?”

Ducky had just come off a fifty-hour shift, working with Gibbs, Langer, and Burley on the case of three dead petty officers. These things never seemed to happen in singles, not when they could happen in groups. All Ducky wanted to do was sleep, but there was such a thread of hope in his mother’s voice. He could probably arrange for a brunch somewhere and get in a nap in a few hours. What were two or three hours in the grand scheme of things?

“Ah, so it is, Mother. And you’re not ready for brunch yet.” He couldn’t help smiling when her face lit up.

“Be a dear, will you, and let the dogs out. I just have to powder my nose.”

“Certainly, Mother.”

After five minutes, after the dogs were back inside, Ducky’s mother still hadn’t come downstairs. He went up to her room to find her and when he did, she was holding a framed photograph of them. “Donald, look. You were such a beautiful boy.” Her hand came up to stroke over his cheek. “You still are. And such a talented doctor.”

Ducky’s face warmed and he gathered the elderly woman in a gentle embrace. “Enough of that, Mother. Are you quite ready to leave?”

“Yes, dear, yes. Don’t let my memories hold us up any longer. But you were a beautiful little boy, Donald.”

“I know, Mother. Happy Mother’s Day.”

May, 2009

Ducky walked into the nursing home at just after three, a stack of dvds in one hand, a portable player in the other. Timothy had helped him get together a collection of all of Mother’s favorite shows and He knew she would appreciate what she remembered.

The ladies at the front desk greeted him with welcoming smiles and he nodded at them. Mother’s room was at the end of the corridor, a sunny single that faced a western exposure.

“Mother?” he asked as he entered the room. She was sitting in her chair, looking out the window. A gliding rocker had been brought in and she loved the easy motion. It seemed to soothe her.

“Donald?” she asked, confusion giving way to a beaming smile. “I’ve missed you!”

Ah, so it was to be a good day. She was lucid. The change in medications seemed to have done her very well, and even though her bad days outweighed her good, she had hours of awareness, rather than moments. It was bittersweet, these brief snatches of clarity. “I missed you too, Mother. I’ve brought you a present for Mother’s Day.”

“Oh, you did? They gave me a carnation. Did you see?” She gestured to a small plastic vase that held a simple flower.

“Very nice,” Ducky said, powering up the machine. “One of the young gentlemen I work with has made you some of your favorite programs. Jeopardy, some of those wrestling matches you like so much.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” she said, clapping her wrinkled hands just once. “That was very kind of him. Thank him for me, will you, Donald?”

“I will, Mother. What would you like to watch first?”

“Oh, never you mind about that. Tell me about your day.” She paused then, her smile softening. “You were such a beautiful little boy, Donald.”

“I know, Mother. Happy Mother’s Day.”

FIC Nothing Vanilla Gibbs/DiNozzo/Abby FRAO

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Fri, 08 May 2009 22:34:04 GMT

Title:Nothing Vanilla
Author:TaylorGibbs
Category:Smut
Pairing:Gibbs/DiNozzo/Abby
Rating:FRAO
Spoilers:None
Summary: On Abby's birthday, she finds out just how Un-Vanilla Gibbs is.
Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)
Author Note: Thanks to Anna and Cat for the beta and Nikita, Ange, and Vic for the sanity read. Small mention of "training" and a little bit of blood play.
Written for the NFA smut challenge--blame Chirugal!

He knew her routine backward and forward. He took her to her birthday dinner, they split off, and a couple of hours later, she went to a club to dance the night away. She always went home first to change into clubbing clothes, having dressed up for their dinners out.

This year, he’d taken her to the Melting Pot, a high-end fondue restaurant. They’d shared a bottle of wine and had enjoyed a leisurely dinner in a pretty sedate and romantic setting. Nobody had looked twice at the woman in the flowing blood-red dress who had accompanied him. She had played demure and maybe a little coy, flirting with him, but never pushing too far. She seemed to know he was in a dangerous mood.

He dropped her off at her place and drove home, changing from his usual chinos and polo shirt into something more…fitting with what he was about to do. Which was completely blow Abby’s mind. As he slipped on a black shirt that cost more than his entire work outfit, he smirked at himself in the mirror. Only one other person at NCIS knew his secret, and DiNozzo would never utter a word of it to anyone. Black knit boxers went on next and a pair of black dress pants and plain dress shoes finished the outfit.

Gibbs regarded himself in the mirror, knowing he looked damn good. The black, his skin tone, and his silver hair worked well together. Gibbs licked his lips, giving his expression a feral look, knowing Abby was bringing Tony along tonight. That would be extra satisfying.

He was back at her place before she left, hidden in the shadows cast over her rental house. Gibbs couldn’t be sure what club she’d go to, so he’d follow. He only had to wait about ten minutes before she came out, wearing a black miniskirt and thigh-high boots. Her top was black and bared her creamy shoulders.

Gibbs groaned, balling his hand into a fist. She was so damned hot and he was sick of sitting on the sidelines and watching her play with boys. She needed a man. Him. He was going to take her on the ride of her life.

It was time Abby learned that Jethro Gibbs wasn’t any ordinary man.

She pulled into a parking spot and paid the cover charge, winking at the bouncer. Jake and she had played a little a couple of years back and he watched out for her. It was nice to know someone like him was “on her six” as Gibbs put it, especially at a wild place like Blood Red.

Gibbs! Abby’s stomach fluttered at the memory of Gibbs, her pussy leaking. There was something different about him tonight, his blue eyes deeper and more mysterious. He’d eaten more than usual and she’d noticed his mouth quirking up into a very sexy smile on more than one occasion. Yeah, they flirted, but this was something new. Something very intense.

Abby was glad Tony was coming to the club. She needed to tell him about this new development…and maybe they’d play later. Tony was a fun friend with benefits. He was damn good at the whole sex thing, and never expected anything beyond multiple orgasms with her. Sometimes, when she was feeling extra slutty, she had him tell her nasty stories about Gibbs, deep, dark fantasies about him taking Tony’s blood as he fucked him.

Gibbs would make an awesome vampire. Abby just knew it. Too bad everyone knew vampires didn’t exist. But it was such a hot fantasy and got Abby off like a rocket. She liked knowing that she and Tony found Gibbs equally hot, that Tony would fall to his knees and worship Gibbs’ cock right alongside her.

And she bet he had a cock made for worshipping. Rumor had it that when they’d all had to decontaminate years ago, that McGee and Tony had gotten a look at Gibbs’ cock. Neither of them would spill details, which was totally unfair ‘cause she’d slept with both of them, and yet neither would talk about Gibbs’ dick. When she had asked, McGee just turned bright red. Tony’s eyes had lit up and his mouth had curved into that dirty smile, but even he hadn’t said anything as she made hand motions for sizes. Not that they’d seen him erect. At least she hoped not. That would be too unfair!

God, the thought of Gibbs erect, naked, ready for her, made her pussy clench. She only had a thong on under her skirt and her thighs were already getting slick with her juices.

“Get yourself under control, Abbs,” she told herself over the beat of the music. Tony wouldn’t be here for a little while, so she was on her own for now. After ordering and downing a Red Bull and vodka, she asked the bartender, an old friend named Clyde, to hold her purse. There was music on, and she wanted to dance, even if it was alone.

As she lifted her arms over her head, her shirt pulled up, exposing her toned stomach. She’d been late to the party and had only gotten a belly button piercing a few years ago, the silver vampire fangs ending in ruby tips. It was unique and it was so her. She let her hair cascade over her shoulders, shaking it out. Tonight wasn’t a pigtails kinda night. It was an Abby sex goddess kinda night.

She had never minded dancing alone, and stiffened right up when someone grabbed her by the waist. Even though he held her tight, she wasn’t nervous yet. In fact, her nipples tightened to aching points when she felt the solid ridge of an erection against her back.

Abby catalogued the information she had. He was tall, maybe six feet, maybe six-one. He smelled so sexy, a cologne she didn’t recognize, earthly and primal. Cock, larger than average and very hard. And clothes, designer. She could tell from the feel of the fabric against her abdomen.

He didn’t say a word, just kept his hand above the waistband of her skirt, branding her bare skin. Her entire body was primed, juices flowing thickly, her nipples swollen to points that almost made her moan when her shirt rubbed over them. She’d never been so close to coming just by being held.

“Who are you?” she called over the music, but any response was swallowed by the pounding beat. He rocked her ass against his cock a few times and then his other hand came up to brush her hair off one bare shoulder.

Abby’s entire body shook when he lowered his mouth, lips running up from her shoulder to her neck, a tooth scraping over an earlobe.

“Do you want to get fucked?” His words were spoken in an indistinct whisper. She had no idea of the timbre or accent, the words almost seemed as if they were telegraphed into her psyche.

“Yes,” she said and then winced. She had no idea who he was or if he meant her any harm.

“Do you want me to taste?”

There was no way she’d heard him speak, but she found herself nodding anyway and when his mouth moved over her neck, she clenched his hand in her own, her orgasm winking at her over the horizon.

Rough hands, calluses. She knew those hands. OHMYGOD!

This was Gibbs grinding against her ass!

“Gibbs!” she cried as he bit her and her orgasm crashed over her. The heel of his hand moved to her pubic bone and he ground in, pressing against her clit. Her head fell to the side, giving him easier access to her neck, the pleasure and pain washing over her in waves. Had he really bitten down? Was he really bleeding her?

Was this really Gibbs?

Abby twisted in his arms, her legs shaking. Her eyes wide, she stared into a pair of very familiar deep blue eyes. “Gibbs.” She was trembling so hard that all she could do was clutch at his forearm for balance, not quite able to believe he was there. His arms stayed around her and she was thankful for the support.

It was Gibbs and yet it wasn’t. Did he have an evil sex twin or something? The eyes and the face were the same, but the clothes…

Gibbs did not wear high-end stuff, not like this. It made sense to focus on the physical rather than the emotional first. She was a scientist after all. Her hand came up, smoothing over his shoulder, a fingertip stroking his throat. The clothes were designer, a far cry from his usual JC Penny’s polo and chinos wear. They suited him, he looked damn good in them from what she could see.

“The devil wore Prada,” she remarked, half to herself.

“Not the devil, Abbs.”

She smirked, trying so hard to gain the upper hand here. But this was Gibbs! And he’d just made her come on a dance floor and he’d bitten her and not just a love nip either. And…and…it was GIBBS! And he never wore cologne but he did tonight and God he smelled good. And he was so hard against her.

This had to be some hinky-but-sexy nightmare. She was in her coffin and she was imagining this.

Wasn’t she?

“You changed,” she whispered, her voice wavering. She pushed lightly on his chest, needing space, needing to be away from that throbbing cock.

“That a problem?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. He was so cool under pressure. So…so Gibbs!

“N-no. I just wasn’t expecting this.” It wasn’t like her to be struggling to find words, but she couldn’t make sense of this. “I need a drink.”

He nodded and she stumbled when he let her go. His hand grasped her elbow and Gibbs led her to the bar. She ordered a Red Bull and vodka and he got a bourbon. At least some things hadn’t changed. He crowded her personal space, his body brushing against hers as he leaned over to snag his drink, his body heat branding her. She was going to embarrass herself soon with the way her pussy was so drenched.

She started to press her thighs together to gain any sort of stimulation. Mmm… By squeezing her legs together just right, there was delicious pressure on her swollen clit.

“You do that again and I’m putting you over my lap and spanking you ‘til your ass is red. Then I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll scream ‘til you lose your voice.”

She didn’t know Gibbs could talk like that! He’d always given off the impression of being as vanilla as she expected a boss to be. His natural sex appeal was magnified by the clothes and cologne and whatever had changed in him.

She turned her head, intending to give him a snappy comeback, but when she locked eyes on his, his expression took her breath away. She was the prey and he was the hunter. And when he was done playing with her, he was going to eat her whole.

“Drink,” he said, licking her earlobe. Then we dance. And fuck.”

She tipped her drink back, gulping the contents down. She was in completely over her head but she couldn’t wait to see what else the night had in store for her.

Gibbs watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed. His bite stood out sharply, a reddened crest against the cream of her skin. He was taking a lot of chances here, but for Abby he was willing to do so. When her gaze was locked on him, he snapped his fingers to get Clyde’s attention. He and the bartender went way back and had worked together many times in Kin matters.

Clyde slipped a key into Gibbs’ hand. “When DiNozzo gets here, send him in. You know the drill.” He grabbed Abby’s hand, plunking the empty glass on the counter. “You’ve had enough.”

“Have not,” she said, pouting.

“You’re dying for a spanking, aren’t you?” He gave her another penetrating look and was glad to see her entire body shake.

“If I am?”

“Be careful what ya wish for, Abbs.”

He led her through the crowd of gyrating bodies, glad that she had chosen Blood Red for tonight’s activities. It was Kin-owned and after midnight things tended to get a little wild. The private rooms were legendary and Gibbs had it on good authority that Abbs had never been in one before. Her luck was about to change.

“What are we…?”

“Private room.”

“No way. Gibbs those are where they show people having sex. They’re like thousands and thousands of dollars an hour and there’s a waiting list. How did you….” She turned to look at him again and stopped speaking. He smirked. He needed to use his Talents on her more often.

“Talking too much.” He unlocked the door, motioning her inside.

Abby stepped inside and gasped, looking around. She’d heard about these rooms, had seen them on the monitors and sometimes brightly lit above the dance floor. The music was somehow dampened. People did all sorts of things in these rooms. She was going to do things in this room. With Gibbs!

There was a bed, of course, and a few chairs. One wall was entirely made of glass and overlooked the mass of gyrating bodies. Abby drifted to the window, looking down, a part of her wishing that she was down there in familiar territory, while the other part of her was thrilled to be here. With Gibbs.

He came up behind her, pressing her against the glass, cool against her fevered flesh. “Gonna fuck you from behind once. Right here. So you’re spread and they can see my shaft plunging inside you.”

She tilted her head, looking at him. “Never knew you were anything but vanilla,” she couldn’t resist saying, a small smile curving her lips.

“Nothing vanilla about me, Abbs,” he said, and his voice thickened somehow. He cupped the back of her neck, pressing her hard against the glass. She gasped, hoping it would hold their weight, and then his mouth was on hers and she wasn’t thinking about anything but them.

Gibbs’ kiss was a full-on possession of her mouth, his tongue driving deep, commanding her, tasting her, owning her. His teeth scraped so hard over her lip that he drew blood, and then sucked her lower lip until it was puffy. Her hands dug into his shoulders, her own tongue fighting for dominance. He wouldn’t give her entry into his own mouth, which frustrated her.

Even though the feel of his muscular chest and hard cock against her were well worth any annoyance. Gibbs increased the pressure of his body against hers until Abby realized she was suspended a few inches off the ground, his body and the glass the only things holding her upright.

“Gibbs…Gibbs,” she gasped, a frisson of fear snaking up her spine, her pussy gushing at the realization of how completely she was commanded. “Let me breathe!” she finally gasped out between kisses.

He kept her pinned there, though he pulled his head away, the flash of white resting against his lower lip making him look more feral. Something wasn’t quite right here but she was reeling so much that she couldn’t make sense of it.

She brought a shaking hand up, smoothing his hair back in a gesture that wasn’t needed. He was cool and collected even now, lust, and almost amusement, shining in his eyes. It was less off putting than the intensity of their kiss.

“See anything vanilla there?”

“Nope,” she managed, giving him a weak smile. Her hand started to drift toward her mouth, but she was distracted when the door opened and Tony sauntered in.

Tony! He could help her make sense of all of this.

“DiNozzo,” Gibbs said, smirking. “Glad ya could make it.” Abby watched as Gibbs’ gaze ran from Tony’s feet upward, lingering on the leather pants…

Leather pants?

Tony was in full-on clubbing wear, the expensive Italian leather pants painted on him, a dark green shirt tucked into them. He was hot…and she was out of her element. Gibbs was watching Tony hungrily and Abby could just gape.

“C’mere.” Gibbs’ voice was silk covered steel.

“She know yet?” Tony asked.

“Know what?” she replied in a small voice but the men were completely focused on each other for the moment. Oh my God, they’re together, she realized. Yet another one of her sexual fantasies was apparently true.

The conversations she and Tony had…the vampire fantasies. There were just that…weren’t they?

“She’s learning, but not yet. She’ll figure it out, DiNozzo.” Gibbs stepped back, letting Abby’s feet touch the floor. “Get over here. I’m ready to eat.”

Eat? Abby was momentarily confused, annoyed and a little jealous that Gibbs had let her go so quickly. Tony didn’t have any food so how was Gibbs going to…?

“Where?”

“Standing up. Abby can watch and learn. Abbs…stand in front of Tony, but don’t touch him yet.

Her feet seemed to move of their own volition and she stood in front of Tony, his eyes wide and nostrils flaring. Tony’s hand came up to touch her neck, stroking over the sore area. “He marked you.” He turned his head to face Gibbs. “You marked her and she doesn’t know?”

“Yeah, got a problem with that?”

“N-no. No, Gibbs.” Tony blinked a couple of times and gave Abby a small smile.

You okay? she mouthed. When Tony nodded, she breathed a sigh of relief. This was a surreal experience, but she didn’t need to worry about crazy things like Gibbs being a vampire and taking Tony’s blood. They were just things she and Tony used to get off…

Weren’t they? Weren’t they??

Abby watched as Gibbs stepped behind Tony, stretching slightly so that they were almost equal in height. “When I give you the signal, Abbs, I want you to get Tony’s dick out and start stroking. Slowly. He doesn’t get to come until I’m ready for him to.” He glanced forward over Tony’s shoulder and locked eyes on Abby again.

“We clear on that?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” Abby hadn’t intended to go there, but she recognized his power and control.

“Good girl. Watch. It’s okay…he loves it.”

Gibbs unbuttoned the first few buttons of Tony’s shirt, pushing the fabric back and away from his neck and shoulders. Tony shrugged once, the shirt slipping down his arms and leaving his shoulders and upper torso bare. Gibbs’ hands slid down Tony’s body, lightly holding his hips. “Tell her how much you want it, DiNozzo. Make her understand…”

Abby watched Tony’s Adam’s apple bob once. “What he does to me, Abbs. When he bites down that first time. It’s like my soul gets off.”

Bites down? Abby’s eyes left Tony’s and she watched Gibbs, the way his mouth moved over Tony’s neck and down into the thick muscle that ran toward his shoulder. Gibbs’ mouth opened wider and Abby got a glimpse of sharp white fangs before Gibbs sealed his mouth over Tony’s flesh and nodded to Abby.

Abby was so shocked that she didn’t react, didn’t respond to Gibbs’ signal until he grabbed her hands, pressing them against Tony’s crotch. “Oh!” she finally gasped.

Tony was letting out little growls, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. Abby worked the fly with shaking fingers, tugging Tony’s cock out of its tight confines. He was hard, hot, wet, pre-cum coating the tip. Abby began to stroke it slowly in a loose fist, her eyes darting from what Gibbs was doing to Tony’s dick.

“No more, Gibbs,” Tony gasped. His eyes fell open, his pupils entirely blown. Abby gasped and reached a hand up to touch his face. “I’m okay, Abbs. Really okay.”

She swallowed hard again, watching as Gibbs pulled back, fangs clearly shining in his mouth.

“Tony?” she asked, her voice tumultuous. The ideas that vampires could exist was one thing, but thinking—no realizing—Gibbs was one, that was another thing entirely.

“I’m okay, Abbs. He knows when to stop. Abby wondered about that when Gibbs moved in again and nipped Tony’s neck, hard, a red spot immediately blooming. She touched her neck and then Tony’s, realizing they had matching marks.

“Are you one too?” she asked. Gibbs stepped away finally, standing a few feet away from them and just watching.

“No. It’s been offered though. Still thinking about it.” He looked over at Gibbs and the stark longing in his eyes astounded Abby. She’d known Tony had a hard-on over Gibbs but she’d never seen such love before. Tony looked away, ducking his head, seeming almost embarrassed about the naked emotion he’d shown.

“You okay, Abbs?” Gibbs asked, drawing her attention back. She realized he’d stepped a few feet away, giving her time to adjust.

She squeezed Tony’s cock one last time, knowing she’d play with it more soon, but that she needed to focus and concentrate. “Yeah. You’re still Gibbs, right? Just with some dental work and a taste for iron?”

“I’m still Gibbs,” he assured.

“You can go out in sunlight and all…”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “My Kin have evolved throughout the centuries. We can eat and drink like normal, can go out in the sunlight, pretty much average folks.”

“Except for the stealth and great senses and sex drive, and…” Tony added.

“This Vampire 101 or Abby’s party?” Gibbs asked, shutting Tony right down. “I have a hard cock, you have a hard cock, and Abby’s scent has been driving me crazy since dinner. I want to fuck you both until you can’t remember your names. So shut up and get over here, both of you. And DiNozzo? Lose the pants. Those are great when you’re dancing, but not practical to get in and out of.”

Abby watched, smirking, as Tony wiggled and pulled, the pants finally in a heap on the ground. That little break was what she needed to regain her equilibrium. She had a ton of questions, but she knew there would be time to ask them later. When the room wasn’t drenched with the scent of Alpha male and his subjects.

“Do you want me naked too?” Abby asked and Gibbs shook his head. “Just the pants for now, Tony,” he instructed. The sight of Tony’s hard cock sticking out from the tails of his shirt should have looked ridiculous, but with Tony’s swagger it was somehow sexy.

“How do you want us?” Tony asked, and Abby had never heard so much lust in his voice before. It made her knees weak.

“Abby’s birthday. Let her choose.”

Abby gasped, a thrill running through her as she ran through her fantasy Rolodex. “I want Gibbs fucking me from behind, against the glass. And I want you, Tony, sitting on the ground and licking my pussy while he does me.”

Gibbs growled approvingly and Abby couldn’t stop smiling. This was going to be so hot!

“Audience?” Gibbs asked, and Abby shook her head. “Not now. Not yet. Maybe later?”

“Later,” Gibbs agreed. “Got all night.”

“Um…another thing about Gibbs you should know,” Tony put in. “Sex drives that don’t end. Gibbs can get it up a half dozen times in a night.”

“Oh God,” Abby whispered.

Gibbs led her gently to the window, hand cupping her throat. Even knowing what he was, she wasn’t scared at all. It was still Gibbs in the end. He stroked her throat and she started purring, making a small sound of need as Tony began working her nipples into aching points again. His hands moved over her shirt, his wet cock gliding against her thigh. Gibbs’ hand tightened fractionally, pressing inward almost to where it was hard to breathe, the pressure on her windpipe increasing.

When Gibbs released her throat, Abby was dizzy from desire, her neck feeling naked and cold.

Gibbs tugged her shirt off without preamble, tossing it in the corner of the room. “These nipples teased me all through dinner, the way they’d pressed against her dress. Time for a taste.” His head lowered at the same time as Tony’s and they each closed over a nipple at the same time.

The sensations were too much for anyone! Abby screamed, hands digging into their hair. Gibbs was licking and biting down hard, sending her cunt into spasms that were more than an orgasm, while Tony was alternating between licking and sucking. “Oh God!” This was too much sensation, she needed someone inside her, now.

Fingers tore off her thong and it slapped wetly to the ground. Even longer fingers spread her wide, while the first set of fingers plunged inside her molten core. “Tony!” Two of his fingers were inside her, while Gibbs’ rougher finger was teasing her clit out of its hood.

Abby looked down at the most erotic sight she could imagine. Two heads, one silver, one brown, were working her breasts, two sets of fingers were on and inside her, and she sensed that Gibbs was jacking Tony off.

She was here…with Gibbs, with Tony. The realization was enough to send her close to the edge again and when Gibbs bit down on her tortured flesh, she came with another scream, her inner walls clenching at Tony.

“Fuck me, Gibbs. Fuck me!” Abby needed something thicker than fingers inside her and she knew Gibbs would fill her completely. “Fuck me…please fuck me!” she begged when they didn’t move.

Gibbs finally lifted his head, a little streak of her blood making his lips extra red. It should have been disturbing, but it completely turned her on. “Come down, Abbs. Breathe. New intensity for you. You need to sit?”

She shook her head, body still quaking from the most intense orgasm of her life.

Gibbs stepped a couple of paces away and motioned Tony over. The sight of Tony crawling on his knees to Gibbs did something else for Abby. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen in her life. And she wasn’t any more vanilla than Gibbs!

She watched Gibbs crouch so that Tony could begin unbuttoning his shirt. When Gibbs’ chest was revealed, Abby had to swallow her tongue. The man had to be supernatural! No guy in his forties could have a chest like that! She watched him stand now, legs apart and pelvis cocked forward and found her shaking legs carrying her closer.

“Like what ya see, Abbs?’ Gibbs asked and she nodded. The entire situation was so hot. Tony on his knees, Gibbs’ shirt off, Tony’s hard-on rubbing over the thick carpet. Abby smirked when she realized that Tony was self stimulating, as much as he could against the thick pile.

“Yeah…you two together. Hot.” She reached a hand out and traced over his chest. “Were you always built like this?” she remarked.

“Didn’t come out of the womb this way,” he shot back before he turned serious. “Was turned around the time Tony came to NCIS.”

“Oh.” There was a story there, but she sensed it would ruin the mood to ask more right now.

“Started working out with Tony a couple years back. Got back into fighting shape.”

“Thank you, Tony,” Abby said completely seriously, hand moving down Gibbs’ abdomen, muscles defined but not quite six pack. Not that she minded. Six-pack abs were for Tony, not Gibbs.

She watched as Tony began cupping and stroking Gibbs’ hard-on. The pants were loose and tented. “Please tell me that is all natural,” Abby whispered.

“It is, Abbs. Eight inches of hard, hot male,” Tony said, his voice low and gravelly.

“You measured?” she asked, sinking to her knees and reaching for it.

“Abbs…let him…” Gibbs warned even as Tony’s eyes flashed with jealousy. She blinked a few times and nodded. “He’s been waiting almost two weeks to suck my cock…let him have his moment.” Gibbs stroked a hand through Tony’s hair. “C’mere Abbs and give me a kiss.”

Abby did as instructed, licking Gibbs’ neck, tasting his earlobe, and running her tongue over his jaw. He’d freshly shaved this evening and the skin was smooth with only the barest rasp of stubble.

“Kiss my mouth, Abbs. You’re gonna get one hell of a spanking if you don’t learn to follow orders.”

“Promise?” she asked in her most sultry whisper.

As his pants fell to the ground, the metal belt buckle hitting with a thump, she captured his mouth in a gentle, lazy kiss. The edge had been bled off her need and she was ready to explore his mouth. And he let her this time, tongue tracing over sharpened and elongated canines, his mouth partially opened, little moaning gasps coming from him.

Abby pulled away, wanting to watch one of her hottest fantasies in action. Tony’s eyes were closed and he was humming low as he sucked Gibbs down. Gibbs placed a gentle hand on Tony’s head. “Let her see…just a second.”

Tony nodded, withdrawing, grinding his own cock against the carpet.

“My god!” Abby wanted to touch, to get up close and real personal, but she respected that Gibbs wanted Tony to have his taste first. But god, he was gorgeous. His long, thick cock glistened with Tony’s saliva and the streaks of pearly liquid.

“He’s gonna swallow, Abbs. And I stay so hard I’m gonna fuck you right afterward. Watch him take me right down. Trained him well.”

There was an underlying theme from the alpha male and she just watched him, nodding mutely, mind awash of images of her own “training”, whatever that might be.

“You wanna be trained, don’t you?”

Abby nodded, eyes wide. Was she that transparent?

A thrill went through Gibbs when Abby admitted that she’d like some training. Tony had fallen so easily into the role, it had been so natural. Both men had grown as Gibbs coaxed Tony to explore his limits, and beyond. But Abby wasn’t a straitlaced cop, Gibbs was getting someone much more sexually adventurous. Her training would be different.

Tony groaned as he took Gibbs down again, slowly, tongue moving expertly over the vein on the underside of his shaft. Tony could worship Gibbs’ cock for hours, until his hands cramped and jaw cracked. Gibbs wouldn’t let him take it too far tonight. They were already primed and he wanted to be buried inside both of them. Abby’s wet cunt and Tony’s hot ass…it was far too much mental stimulation for a mortal man.

Gibbs thanked God every day that he was more than that.

Tony always followed orders and knew to prepare himself. Gibbs could imagine that his male lover was loose and relaxed. He’d slide right home. And Abby…she was drenched, soaked.

While Tony sucked and licked, Gibbs watched Abby. He’d assumed she’d take the news pretty well, but hadn’t thought it would be this easy. There would be a lot of questions later. He admired Abby’s restraint but realized her normal chatter was probably lost in a sexual haze.

Tony bit down lightly and Gibbs returned his attention to DiNozzo. Tony wasn’t gonna share well. Initially anyway. “So good, Tony,” he encouraged. “Suck me hard…get me off. I want to come right down your throat.”

Tony’s groan vibrated to his balls and Gibbs widened his stance, giving Tony permission to tease his hole. Tony wasn’t allowed entry with more than a finger—yet—but even that was enough stimulation to get Gibbs off most days. Coupled with Tony’s talented mouth.

Tony beckoned Abby down and coated his finger in her saliva, and Gibbs nodded his approval, pressing outward so that Tony could enter with the most ease. They could tease and taunt and play later, Gibbs wanted results.

Now.

Tony usually only prodded his hole, but this time he eagerly fucked his finger in and out of Gibbs’ ass, wringing growls from him as he fucked forward and then back, straining for more. “Yeah…Tony. God…”

At some point, Abby had pulled off her skirt and she was teasing her swollen pussy as she watched. “God,” she whispered, echoing Gibbs’ statement.

It was going to be over soon. Tony’s finger was jolting him hard, his mouth almost brutal as he sucked and pulled. “Tony…swallow,” Gibbs ordered, his ass clenching around his lover’s finger, the lightning racing down his spine and exploding into Tony’s welcoming mouth.

The sounds of Tony swallowing and Gibbs’ harsh breathing were only drowned out by Abby’s small cries of need.

“Just a second, Abbs…” Gibbs couldn’t find his breath. He pulled Tony to his feet, jolted when Tony’s finger withdrew, and kissed him deeply, tasting himself. “You two kiss,” he managed to say before stepping back. He needed to catch his breath.

Tony hurried to the small sink, washing his finger off, and then returned to Abby, taking her face in his hands and kissing her hard. Tony’s need was evident in his painfully hard cock and before Gibbs had worked out what he was doing, he sank to his knees, tugging the swollen flesh into his mouth, scraping his fangs over it in the way he knew Tony loved.

“Gibbs!”

“Kiss her. Keep kissing her. Kiss her ‘til you come in my mouth.”

“Y-yes, Boss.”

Fuck. Hearing that phrase while having sex was a turn on. He breathed in Tony’s musk, the scent of aroused male overlaid by something so elementally DiNozzo. He was addicted to Tony’s scent and taste. To Tony’s cum and blood. And he was ready to share that with Abby as well and Tony with her.

Gibbs lapped at the head until more pre-cum bubbled out the tip and then he scraped a fang across the blunt head. “More,” Tony groaned. His boy liked a little pain.

Gibbs smiled around Tony’s cock head and devoured him, the few drops of blood he’d consumed earlier making his own rush hotter and faster in his veins. Experienced hands cupped and gently rolled Tony’s balls.

Gibbs glanced up to see Abby’s arms wrapped are Tony, their eyes shut. They were kissing deeply, slowly, a counterpoint to the need that both of them shared. Gibbs spread Abby’s naked lips, finding her clit again with his finger and flicking it from side to side. He wanted both of them to come together. He needed that power over them.

Abby’s hips started rocking and Tony began thrusting deep into Gibbs’ mouth. Sensing what his male lover wanted, Gibbs allowed his fangs to run over Tony’s shaft, working his boy’s balls

Tony tore his mouth away from Abby’s for a moment. “More fang, Gibbs! Give me more! Do it!”

Gibbs arched a brow and looked up and Tony nodded. Abby swatted his hand away despite her own need, probably sensing that this was an important moment to Tony.

“Where?” Gibbs asked, coming up for air. This was a huge gift—he knew it and Tony knew it. It changed everything.

“Cock head,” Tony replied, staring into Gibbs’ eyes.

“Might hurt,” Gibbs warned.

“Just a little prick. Please….I know what I want. I know I’m bonding to you.”

Gibbs nodded, eyes closing in proper appreciation for the moment. He jacked Tony’s cock slowly, letting the realization wash over him. Tony was asking him to mix cum and blood, Tony was giving himself over to Gibbs, accepting him as lover and protector. It was a larger gift than he deserved, but he’d take it and cherish it.

“You sure?” he asked one last time.

“Yes,” Tony’s voice was emotional, strained. Gibbs nodded, lowering his head and taking a sip of Tony’s blood.

“Oh fuck, Gibbs! Oh fuck, Gibbs!” Tony was crying out in ecstasy, huge pulses of cum shooting forcefully into Gibbs’ mouth, Abby’s arms coming around him to support him. “Gibbs….I….”

Gibbs swallowed, groaning at the taste, lifting his head, nodding. “I know, Tony.”

He couldn’t ruin this moment by fucking Abby right there and then. There would be time for that later. He’d just bonded with DiNozzo and from the look in Abby’s eyes, he’d bond with her sooner rather than later as well.

“Come on, you two,” he said, standing and leading them over to the bed. “Twenty minutes lying here won’t kill us. Rest your legs and get you ready for the pounding I’m going to give you both.”

Tony and Abby curled up like two kittens, arms wrapped around each other, Abby lying on top of Tony. It was cute and innocent and brought out every protective instinct in him. He leaned over them, kissing first Tony and then Abby, burrowing next to their warmth.

“Will you do that to me?” Abby asked, stroking his arm.

“What? Bonding?” Gibbs asked.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe in a while, Abbs. You need to know what it means. When we’re done here, you two come back to my place. I have a lot of Kin books at home. You can read up on it. Then, if you decide you really want to bond, we’ll talk it over as a family. You, me, and Tony.”

“Kin?” Abby asked, looking at him curiously.

“Family. My vampire family.”

“Vampire family. Wild…” Abby gave him a sleepy little smile. “And now the three of us are a family too? Gibbs, this is the best birthday present ever. Let me nap and then I’ll be raring to go for round two.”

Just as Gibbs started to drift off, Abby’s voice reached his ears. “So glad there’s nothing vanilla about you, Gibbs.”

“Me too,” Gibbs and Tony replied together.

As their breathing evened out, Gibbs’ eyes popped open and he watched Abby and Tony. His life had changed completely tonight and he couldn’t be happier. Abby wasn’t the only one who had gotten a hell of a present.

How bout you don't. Tim/Abby. Tony/Abby. 3rd Chapter. PG

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sun, 03 May 2009 04:30:18 GMT

Title:"How bout you don't"
Author: Lil Jei
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Tim/Abby. Past Tony/Abby
Rating: PG
Word Ct: ???
Summary/A/N/Warning: It's a continuation of what was supposed to be a one shot fic - “Don't think I don't think about it…” which had Tony as the main voice. The second chapter was all about Abby. Now it's all about Tim. It's a future fic/AU. Set 10 years after Abby and Tim got married. 15 years since Tony had wised up and left. It is un-beta'd.

One:lil-jei.livejournal.com/4675.html
Two: lil-jei.livejournal.com/47053.html

Three:
Tim knew something had changed. Abby was being secretive. Not even Gibbs could tell him what was going on in his pseudo daughter's mind. The feelings, the haunted moments, and the shame in his wife's eyes had started to appear a few months ago. He didn't know what was wrong and to be honest he didn't know if he could face it if he did. For the first time since marrying her he was unsure of her love for him. Not the kids though, god forbid she ever lose any love for them. It was just him that wasn't satisfying her and he didn't know how to stop that or help her out.

It had been one big battle after the next in their house lately. Work wasn't as bad, they were tolerable of one another and just gave each the other the cold shoulder. Their marriage had been wonderful once upon a time ago. And all he knew that within a beat of his heart and blink of an eye it had all changed. At first it had just been a little snapping and badgering. He'd thought she was pregnant again. But a week turned to months. And now he was in the middle of their bedroom staring at her open suitcase and sceaming mouth and just couldn't help but give in.

He'd been a fool to think she'd love him forever. She'd never been a one man woman. She always said she got bored easily. He guessed he'd been lucky to have ten good years out of her. He didn't want her to leave. Even with as bad as she'd been lately he still loved her. And he knew that despite his faults she did love him. In her own way he knew she forgave his temper, his writing fits, and even his uppity attitude that he had. Which was probably too much of their time together. Tim was tired, dead tired of fighting and as he tried to grab her and hold her to him he had to fight a gasp within as he looked into her eyes and saw no fondness, no love, just a little regret and a whole lot of hate.

He let her go then. Releasing her, he just watched as she walked away. He'd tried to change a long time ago, he'd fought to be a better man. They both had to compromise throughout the years and still he couldn't stop her. He had tried for so long to keep her, to give her all his love. It hadn't worked. Her eyes told him they were through. He knew deep down she wouldn't be back. Not anytime soon and not for him. She was leaving him, the kids, and her life all for what he didn't know.

Oiginally he had hoped for another try but knew that it was no good. There was no chance of that as he listened to the door slam, the car rev up, and then the kids cries. He stood there still clinging to the scent of gunpowder and jasmine. Still hoping she'd be back, that she'd jump into his arms, crying and begging to be forgiven. He could see the scene in his mind but knew in his heart it wouldn't be happening.

2 new fics from Waldo.

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sun, 03 May 2009 00:40:59 GMT

Title: Resting Place
Author: Waldo.
Words: 500
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: PG
Summary: " I’ve always gone alone,” Gibbs told him. “Because you need to go alone, or because no one said they’d go with you?” Tony pressed.
Note: This was written for the fifth round of "NCIS_LFWS" on LJ. The prompt was one slash and one het story, 500 words or less each. We had to use one of five given quotes as the inspiration for both stories. I chose, "He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever." (Chinese proverb) This is (obviously) my slash entry.

Resting Place

Title: Permanent Ink

Author: Waldo.
Pairing: Abby/McGee
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: "Abby studied Tim in the flickering light of the candle. While neither of them were thinking of moving in together anytime soon, advice on a tat was pretty serious. Ink was personal, intimate. And permanent."
Notes: Bat 17 actually exists in Evanston, IL exactly as depicted here. (To my ever-loving amusement, they have a sandwich called "The Captain Jack") This was written for the fifth round of "NCIS_LFWS" on LJ. The prompt was one slash and one het story, 500 words or less each. We had to use one of five given quotes as the inspiration for both stories. I chose, "He who asks is a fool for five minutes, but he who does not ask remains a fool forever." (Chinese proverb) This is (obviously) my het entry.

Permanent Ink

Pop Quiz...

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 13:03:59 GMT

Which episode starts with Abby, Ducky and Palmer up in the bullpen because there's a security sweep happening in their respective areas? Ducky has coffee and is sitting at Gibbs' desk, Abby is at Ziva's desk playing with her knife. There's the whole thing about "Haircut?" "No" "That was more of a suggestion than a question".

Clearly I can remember everything but what episode it's from. :p

Thanks in advance for any help.

The Drop In (1/1) Simon Donovan (West Wing)/Tony FRT

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 21:17:17 GMT

Title: The Drop In

Author: TaylorGibbs

Word Count:1000 even

Pairing:Simon Donovan/Tony, Gibbs/Tony hint of pre-slash

Rating:FRT

Spoilers:None specfic for NCIS, In The Shadow of Two Gunmen for West Wing.

Challenge #/Challenge Text:Challenge #5, reverse fandom West Wing

Summary: Written for the NCIS 1000 words community. Two brothers connect and some surprising revelations come to light.

Feedback: Any way you want to send it :)

Author Note: Thanks to Anna and Vic for the pre-read and Cat for the beta!
The idea that Simon (the character Mark Harmon played in the West Wing) and Gibbs could be brothers is something I've been playing with for a while. This story is set in winter 2000. If there is interest, there may be more one-shots in this universe :)

Gibbs sighed, wiping a hand on a rag as he heard the measured steps across the kitchen above him. He’d been expecting Langer, who was moving to the FBI Monday. This was…a surprise. Simon’s visits usually were. Gibbs watched as Simon descended the stairs, looking comfortable in a West Point sweatshirt and jeans.

“Jeth,” Simon said, pulling up a sawhorse and sitting. He cracked the top on a beer and took a sip.

“Simon,” Jethro replied, knowing he was starting to smirk. “Need advice or did Jackson want you to check up on me?”

“Just wanted to drop in,” Simon said, a little uneasily. Gibbs arched an eyebrow. He’d never been very close with his younger brother, but they were trying, especially in the wake of the shooting back in May. It was Simon’s first civilian kill and the fact that it had been a teen weighed on him. That had brought the brothers together in a way that shared military service and federal law enforcement experience hadn’t.

Gibbs grabbed his own beer from the ice-filled bucket, and pulled up a stool. He studied Simon’s eyes, reading the shadows there. “Still not sleeping?”

“Much as you, I guess. Dad tells me it’s a Gibbs trait.”

“Jackson,” Gibbs emphasized, “Never had trouble sleeping. Even after he cheated on my dying mother with—“

Simon waved his head. “Yeah, with mine. My mom and yours have been dead a lot of years now. Can you let it drop? Blame Jackson, keep pretending he doesn’t exist, but I didn’t cause it.”

Gibbs watched Simon for a few silent moments, nodding. “Okay. Deal. Know you didn’t start it.”

“And you don’t talk with the one to blame,” Simon replied.

“Good reason for not talking to Jackson.”

“Not getting into that, Jeth. Can we have a nice visit?” He motioned to the boat. “This one gonna be named Diane too?”

“Aren’t they all? Got to thank ya for getting me out of that mess.”

“Why? Because she tried to seduce me? Didn’t encourage that!”

“No because you didn’t fall for it. And you told me. Lessened the blow when I came back from the Med and found her in bed with that ATF agent. She had a thing for feds.” Gibbs took a long pull of beer before he addressed his brother. “They rotate you back to presidential detail yet or you cooling your heels in the DC field office?”

“Not yet. Sometime next year.” He paused, mouth moving a couple of times, but no words coming out. Gibbs knew that Simon had something to say. He waited patiently until Simon gathered his thoughts. “I met two really interesting people on the job. One is a new agent. Caitlin. She’s sometimes prissy, but man is she a spitfire. Haven’t worked together yet, but I’m hearing stories.”

“And the other?”

Simon flushed a little. “Met someone through a counterfeiting case and we’re seeing each other. Cocky police officer from Baltimore, great smile, incredible green eyes, named Tony.”

“Toni? You’re dating a cop? From Baltimore of all places? Must be some cop to turn your head. Unless you changed the no dating anyone in law enforcement rule.”

“Tony is…different.”

“You’re falling for her, aren’t you?” Gibbs asked even though he knew the answer. He was pretty familiar with Simon’s body language and expressions and Simon had it bad. There was something underlying his mood though, something he felt nervous about Gibbs knowing.

“Yeah. But it’s complicated, Jeth. Really complicated…by who Tony is.”

Gibbs cocked an eyebrow, watching Simon, waiting him out. It took nearly five minutes for Simon to say, “Tony is a him, not a her.”

Gibbs hadn’t expected this and he just stared at Simon for a few minutes. “A him? You’re with the Secret Service and you’re dating a guy? Falling in love with a guy?”

“Yeah, Jeth.”

“Ah, hell, Simon. Got a hell of a road to walk there. You sure about this?”

“No,” Simon admitted quietly. “But there is something about Tony, Jeth. He’s…special. He gets me smiling with his movie references, his green eyes, great laugh…”

“Enough,” Gibbs said, laughing now. He turned serious, squeezing Simon’s shoulder. “Hope it works out for you. You deserve someone you can grow old and cranky with.”

“You too, Jeth. Hope you can find someone special too.”

“Had her,” Gibbs glanced to a picture of Shannon.

“Maybe there is another her,” Simon said in a quiet tone. “Or maybe there’s someone like Tony for you. Who’d break type.”

Gibbs blinked a few times. Their bisexuality wasn’t something they often discussed. He hitched up one shoulder, shrugging. Ya just never know, Simon. I may end up with a Tony of my own some day.”

“Hope for your sake you do. Would be good for you to have someone who challenges you like Tony challenges me.”

Ten months later
Baltimore Precinct

“DiNozzo! This is Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS. He’ll be working with you on the Hoover case.”

The young detective’s head shot up, green eyes widening. “Si--? Sorry, what?”

The captain whacked DiNozzo on the shoulder. “Pay attention. That girlfriend of yours…what’s her name? Simone? Keeping ya up late? Like I said, this is Gibbs, NCIS. Working on the Hoover case.”

DiNozzo stood now, wiping a hand on his jeans before extending it. “Detective Anthony DiNozzo, sir. Sorry, you reminded me of someone I know…”

Gibbs waited until the captain was gone before he spoke. “Simon Donovan? He’s my brother.”

“More like your twin,” Tony shot back. “Did you ever see that movie, Twins? Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito play twin brothers but they look nothing alike, not like you and Simon. You guys are almost identical and…”

Gibbs just let the man wear himself out. He’d found Simon’s Tony. Getting to know him would be interesting, to say the least. As DiNozzo launched into another movie reference, Gibbs’ hand twitched, the urge to headslap him growing. This was gonna be a hell of a relationship.

TTYL. NCIS. Tony/Tim. PG.

makebelievearchive@gmail.com — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 01:45:28 GMT

Title: TTYL

Author: Lil Jei

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Tony/Tim

Wd Ct: 800+

Disclaimer: The show and characters are not mine, just the inane ideas.

A/N: I finally wrote a fic for one of my favorite potential slash episodes “Love & War.” It was on my to do list so check another off. Yay!!!! Tony is very much OOC in canon’s mind but not in my muses’ mind.

Summary: Tim and Tony---a cyber love affair turned bittersweet.

Tony got to his apartment still feeling guilty. It had been a long week of trying to be Claire one minute and having to be Tony the next. He tried and failed countless times to stop Tim from falling for his cyber geek persona. But when he’d left for the day he knew Tim was still infatuated. At first it had been flattering and a big ego boost. He had been able to catch the attention of the great and mighty Elf Lord but now he knew that if it continued it could only end badly.

But in the here and now Tony glanced around his shabby apartment and fought the urge to cry. He had never been able to gain an equilibrium after returning from the Reagan. His place had the congealed pizza smell and the dank appearance of a subtle but overtaking depression. One that had taken hold of Tony soon after coming home to DC. Until Saturday night he had felt alone in the world. It was as Claire that he’d found a long buried desire to connect with Tim or the Elf Lord awaken within him. They’d spent the majority of Saturday night just chatting and finding one thing after another in common.

Tony had never felt such relief from playing a game of pretend before. And at the same time he’d never felt such guilt. Not even Jeanne had inspired such deep feelings of regret and shame. Despite having not lied about much other than his gender, age, and his intelligence he still felt a deep self hatred that just added to his depression. Tony knew that Claire was pretty much the female version of who he really was. But Tony figured Tim would never take the time to forgive him let alone understand that all he had wanted to do was reach out for the other man’s affection.

Tony had to fight the swirl of emotions within him as he tuned back into the world around him. He knew he wasn’t certifiable just yet but he swore he had heard a knock. *Hmmm there it is again* As he stood he began to feel dread welling up. He knew without a doubt who it was. The man who held his heart within his hands was standing just a few feet away from with only a door and big lie between them.

As much Tony longed for him he found himself at odds and full of fear. He couldn’t stop himself though. He just had to go and open the door and at the very least apologize. He does it through the fear, he grabs the door, swings it open, and just stands there unable to stop his words. He quickly and with tears flowing says to the man in front of him “I’m sorry. What I did was wrong but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop. I’m so sorry.” He knows he looks a mess and couldn’t stop more tears from falling as he looked up at the man of his dreams.

Forcing himself to stop talking he just stood there, waiting. He waited and watched without breathing as Tim stepped closer to him. He’s shocked down to his core as Tim grabs him up in a hug. He cries harder as he feels the arms squeeze him close. He’d been feeling so lost for so long until he reached out as Claire, until Tim came along and made him feel alive again. He whispers into Tim’s shoulder “Please forgive me.”

He clung to the man tighter as Tim spoke quietly but with such force that Tony paid attention. He listened as Tim said “I do Tony, god I do. I don’t know why you did it but I am so glad you did. I’m glad to finally know that you want me whether as Claire or Tony I don’t care at all. I loved you for so long.” Tony fights with his tears and had to smile a bit as he whispers back into Tim’s shoulder “I love you too.” Then he pushed back a bit and looked into Tim’s eyes and said to him “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just I needed to talk to you, to someone so much but I couldn’t bring myself to talk out loud or at work.” He smiles again as Tim hugged him and they just breathed together until Tim looked into Tony’s eyes and with a gentle kiss to the lips begged quietly as he said “Talk to me now.”