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donutsweeper) wrote2008-10-12 11:07 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-10-12 11:07 pm
The Temperature Check
Title: The Temperature Check
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, no pairings, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Tim's worried about Tony.
Tony’s eyes flickered open just as Tim bent over him. “McGeek, just what do you think you’re doing?”
“I, uh, I was,” Tim stumbled over his words as he leaned back and out of swatting range. “I was just checking to see if you have a temperature, Tony.”
“I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about. Gibbs’ll find us in the morning,” Tony said, his tone certain.
“But, you got all wet when you chased Michaelson through that river, and you lost a lot of blood, and ...”
“And...what?” Tony cocked an eyebrow.
“Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is damp and you’re shivering. I know you have a fever, I just wanted to see how bad it was.”
“By scaring me to death?” Shifting slightly, Tony hissed in pain.
“No!” Tim scrubbed a hand over his face. “I was just going to check your temperature to see if I should get some more firewood or go for help or, I don’t know, do something!”
“Do something. Good plan there, McGee. I’m going back to sleep. Night.”
“Good night, Tony.”
A few minutes later Tony called out drowsily, “Wait a sec, we don’t have a thermometer... how were you going to check my temperature anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter. Really. Just get some sleep.”
“Probie....”
“Never mind!”
“Tell me...”
“No, it’s nothing. You need your rest.”
“McGee!”
“I was going to kiss your forehead, okay? It’s how my mom always did it when I was a kid.”
“That’s sweet, Tim, really.” Tony sighed before continuing so softly Tim had to strain to hear him, “must’ve been nice, growing up with a mom like that.”
“Yeah, it was.” Tim leaned over and rearranged the jackets on top Tony, trying to cover him up a little better. “Now go to sleep, Tony. Okay?”
“‘Kay.”
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, no pairings, rated G
Word Count: 300
Summary: Tim's worried about Tony.
Tony’s eyes flickered open just as Tim bent over him. “McGeek, just what do you think you’re doing?”
“I, uh, I was,” Tim stumbled over his words as he leaned back and out of swatting range. “I was just checking to see if you have a temperature, Tony.”
“I’m fine. There’s nothing to worry about. Gibbs’ll find us in the morning,” Tony said, his tone certain.
“But, you got all wet when you chased Michaelson through that river, and you lost a lot of blood, and ...”
“And...what?” Tony cocked an eyebrow.
“Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is damp and you’re shivering. I know you have a fever, I just wanted to see how bad it was.”
“By scaring me to death?” Shifting slightly, Tony hissed in pain.
“No!” Tim scrubbed a hand over his face. “I was just going to check your temperature to see if I should get some more firewood or go for help or, I don’t know, do something!”
“Do something. Good plan there, McGee. I’m going back to sleep. Night.”
“Good night, Tony.”
A few minutes later Tony called out drowsily, “Wait a sec, we don’t have a thermometer... how were you going to check my temperature anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter. Really. Just get some sleep.”
“Probie....”
“Never mind!”
“Tell me...”
“No, it’s nothing. You need your rest.”
“McGee!”
“I was going to kiss your forehead, okay? It’s how my mom always did it when I was a kid.”
“That’s sweet, Tim, really.” Tony sighed before continuing so softly Tim had to strain to hear him, “must’ve been nice, growing up with a mom like that.”
“Yeah, it was.” Tim leaned over and rearranged the jackets on top Tony, trying to cover him up a little better. “Now go to sleep, Tony. Okay?”
“‘Kay.”