SA3466996 (sa3466996) wrote,
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His gut


Title:  His gut
Author:  SA3466996
Rating:  PG-13, FR-13, T
Category:  General/ Angst
Genre:  Gen
Pairing:  None
Word Count:  300
Summary:  On a stakeout, Gibbs and Tony are more alike than they'd care to admit.
Spoilers:  None
Disclaimer:  All NCIS characters belong to Bellisario, CBS and Paramount.  No copyright infringement intended.
Beta:  Will.
A/N:  Written in response to challenge #147 'Mirror' for NCIS drabble100 on lj.

 

“DiNozzo, I gotta...”

 

“Sure. I got it, Boss.”

 

Gibbs raised a quizzical eyebrow at him, before opening the Dodge’s door. “I’ll be two minutes.”

 

Tony waited until Gibbs disappeared into the side alley behind him before quirking a smile. When you gotta go, you gotta go.

 

After a minute Tony broke the silence. “McGee. Anything your end?”

 

“Negative.”  His earwig squawked.

 

When he didn’t respond, the squawk returned. “He’s not going to show, is he?”

 

“Gibbs said we wait.”

 

“Where is he?” The frustration in McGee’s voice was loud and clear.

 

“Probably killing something.”

 

“Not Lieutenant Dunkin... Gibbs.”

 

“Like I said... probably killing something. Now quit talking and stay on target.”

 

Silence signalled the younger man’s capitulation and Tony smiled as he locked eyes on the mirror to his right. He still had it. 

 

It was freezing, dark, and still no sign of Gibbs. A street light behind him flickered—annoyingly; uncertain whether to go out or stay lit. A final sputter and the orange light shrank to a faint blue glow. Tony’s gut twisted.

 

Green eyes flashed from mirror to house. No sign. They flicked back to the mirror. No sign. Something felt wrong. 

 

“McGee?”

 

“Nothing, Tony.”

 

“Ziva?”

 

“Not this way.” The succinct response meant business. “Dunkin, or Gibbs,” she added.

 

“Something’s not right. McGee, take the back. Ziva, go with him.”

 

Tony all but tore the door off its hinges and began running towards the house.

 

“Where the Hell d’ya think you’re going, DiNozzo?” the familiar voice cried out from behind him.

 

Tony spun to see Gibbs—an ugly bruise beginning to form on his Boss’s left cheek—calmly walking up the road together with a cuffed Lieutenant Dunkin.

 

“Damn earwig broke. Gonna kill McGee.”

 

Tony grinned. “Stand down, McGee, Ziva. Boss is back, and he’s brought donuts.”

Tags: angst, character: dinozzo, character: gibbs, character: mcgee, drabble, drabble: his gut, fic, gen, humour
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