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donutsweeper) wrote2008-06-15 11:01 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-06-15 11:01 pm
Smoky Confrontations
Title: Smoky Confrontations
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, No pairings, rated G
Word Count: 900 (3x300)
Summary: A fire leads to confrontations between Gibbs and Tony
Author's Note: Written for thencisdrabble100 challenge: Fire
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, No pairings, rated G
Word Count: 900 (3x300)
Summary: A fire leads to confrontations between Gibbs and Tony
Author's Note: Written for the
ncisdrabble100 challenge: FireGibbs groaned, opening his eyes. "Where's DiNozzo?"
"You really should lay still, Boss." McGee, hunkered down next to Gibbs, couldn't quite meet the other man's glare.
"I'm going to kill him. He went back in, didn't he?" Gibbs gestured at the warehouse that was practically engulfed in flames. "You let him?"
"I was pulling up as he carried you out. He ran back in before I could even get out my phone to call 911.” McGee shrugged. “I think he went after Simmons."
"Ya think?" There was a siren in the distance. "How long was I unconscious?"
"Not long. A minute? Maybe two?" McGee pulled up his jacket so it covered his head. "Ziva's on her way; now that you're awake I'm going after Tony."
He got to his feet and ran towards the building, only to have the door fly open as he approached. Thick, acrid smoke billowed out, followed almost immediately by a stumbling form.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs shouted as Tony fell to his knees a few feet from the door. “Damn it!”
“Sorry Boss, I... had to... the lieutenant...” Tony gasped in-between coughs, “I couldn’t just...”
McGee was already at Tony’s side, helping him slip Simmons off his shoulder and onto the ground. “Tony?” he asked, eying the other man nervously.
“How is he?” Gibbs carefully got to his feet.
“Pulse is strong, seems okay.”
“Not Simmons,” Gibbs head slapped McGee lightly as he walked by, “DiNozzo.”
McGee muttered a quiet, “Right. Sorry Boss.”
“Tony?” Gibbs crouched down next to Tony who was still on his knees, his sides heaving, struggling to breathe. “Slow breaths, try to relax. The ambulance is almost here.”
“M’fine,” Tony managed, coughing harshly.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Gibbs responded dryly, pretending not to notice when Tony leaned into him for support. “Just fine.”
Tony cracked an eye open, confirming his suspicion; Gibbs was leaning against the wall, glaring at him. “Boss,” he croaked, reaching up to pull the oxygen mask off, “I had to go after him....”
“DiNozzo,” Gibbs warned, his voice low and firm, “what did I say about touching that mask?”
He dropped his hand instantly and sighed dejectedly before answering, “leave it on until the doctor clears me. But I’m fine Boss, haven’t coughed in ages.”
“Try three minutes. You inhaled a lot of smoke. And remember what happened the last time you told me you were fine? You passed out.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Not.”
“You really are five, aren’t you?” Gibbs checked the tubing and oxygen flow. “DiNozzo, you are not leaving this ER until you get a clean bill of health. You will not sign yourself out AMA. You will not lie about your symptoms. You will let them bandage those burns properly. You will let them do whatever tests they think are necessary and you will take whatever medications they give you. Are we clear on that?”
“Crystal.” Tony looked around for a moment. “So, Boss, why am I the only one getting checked out here?”
“Because you’re the only one who passed out when the paramedics arrived.”
“I did not pass out, I got dizzy. You were the one who passed out.”
“I was knocked out, and I’m fine now.”
“You might have a concussion. If I have to get checked out you do too.”
“Since when have you had the mistaken impression that you could order me around?”
“Since Ducky will be here any minute and if you don’t get a doctor to look at your head I’ll make sure he finds out about it?”
Gibbs’ eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”
“Me? Never.”
“I thought you said you’d take my back to my place?” Tony looked morosely out the window as they approached Gibbs’ house.
“No, I told the doctor I’d drive you home. I just didn’t specify whose home. Not my fault if you misinterpreted my statement.”
“Gibbs.” It was almost an accusation, but there was no heat behind it.
“You’re the one who insisted on getting out of there.”
Tony didn’t say anything else until they were inside and Gibbs was helping him out of his jacket so it wouldn't catch on the bandages. “I hate hospitals,” he admitted quietly.
Gibbs sighed, replying the same way he always did, “I know.”
“So, I take it I’m renting your spare room for the night?”
“Dinozzo, you heard Ducky, he was worried-”
“About my lungs, yeah, I know! I’m not the man I used to be.” Tony pulled away from Gibbs, the jacket falling on the floor between them. “I had the plague. My lung capacity’s diminished and I shouldn’t have inhaled all that smoke. But what was I suppose to do, let Simmons burn to death?” Tony spun around to face Gibbs, poking him hard in the chest.
Gibbs didn’t flinch. “You did what you had to do. Bad lungs or not, there’s no way you would have let anyone burn if you could prevent it.” He reached out and clutched Tony’s arm. “Tony, listen to me, you are no less of an agent, no less of a man, today than you were before that damned plague. What you did today, getting me out and then going back for Simmons? Maybe half a dozen agents I’ve ever worked with could have done that.” He tapped Tony under the chin. “Now go shower. You stink.”
Tony smiled. “Thanks, Boss.”
“No, Tony, thank you.”
"You really should lay still, Boss." McGee, hunkered down next to Gibbs, couldn't quite meet the other man's glare.
"I'm going to kill him. He went back in, didn't he?" Gibbs gestured at the warehouse that was practically engulfed in flames. "You let him?"
"I was pulling up as he carried you out. He ran back in before I could even get out my phone to call 911.” McGee shrugged. “I think he went after Simmons."
"Ya think?" There was a siren in the distance. "How long was I unconscious?"
"Not long. A minute? Maybe two?" McGee pulled up his jacket so it covered his head. "Ziva's on her way; now that you're awake I'm going after Tony."
He got to his feet and ran towards the building, only to have the door fly open as he approached. Thick, acrid smoke billowed out, followed almost immediately by a stumbling form.
“DiNozzo!” Gibbs shouted as Tony fell to his knees a few feet from the door. “Damn it!”
“Sorry Boss, I... had to... the lieutenant...” Tony gasped in-between coughs, “I couldn’t just...”
McGee was already at Tony’s side, helping him slip Simmons off his shoulder and onto the ground. “Tony?” he asked, eying the other man nervously.
“How is he?” Gibbs carefully got to his feet.
“Pulse is strong, seems okay.”
“Not Simmons,” Gibbs head slapped McGee lightly as he walked by, “DiNozzo.”
McGee muttered a quiet, “Right. Sorry Boss.”
“Tony?” Gibbs crouched down next to Tony who was still on his knees, his sides heaving, struggling to breathe. “Slow breaths, try to relax. The ambulance is almost here.”
“M’fine,” Tony managed, coughing harshly.
“Yeah, I can see that,” Gibbs responded dryly, pretending not to notice when Tony leaned into him for support. “Just fine.”
Tony cracked an eye open, confirming his suspicion; Gibbs was leaning against the wall, glaring at him. “Boss,” he croaked, reaching up to pull the oxygen mask off, “I had to go after him....”
“DiNozzo,” Gibbs warned, his voice low and firm, “what did I say about touching that mask?”
He dropped his hand instantly and sighed dejectedly before answering, “leave it on until the doctor clears me. But I’m fine Boss, haven’t coughed in ages.”
“Try three minutes. You inhaled a lot of smoke. And remember what happened the last time you told me you were fine? You passed out.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Not.”
“You really are five, aren’t you?” Gibbs checked the tubing and oxygen flow. “DiNozzo, you are not leaving this ER until you get a clean bill of health. You will not sign yourself out AMA. You will not lie about your symptoms. You will let them bandage those burns properly. You will let them do whatever tests they think are necessary and you will take whatever medications they give you. Are we clear on that?”
“Crystal.” Tony looked around for a moment. “So, Boss, why am I the only one getting checked out here?”
“Because you’re the only one who passed out when the paramedics arrived.”
“I did not pass out, I got dizzy. You were the one who passed out.”
“I was knocked out, and I’m fine now.”
“You might have a concussion. If I have to get checked out you do too.”
“Since when have you had the mistaken impression that you could order me around?”
“Since Ducky will be here any minute and if you don’t get a doctor to look at your head I’ll make sure he finds out about it?”
Gibbs’ eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me?”
“Me? Never.”
“I thought you said you’d take my back to my place?” Tony looked morosely out the window as they approached Gibbs’ house.
“No, I told the doctor I’d drive you home. I just didn’t specify whose home. Not my fault if you misinterpreted my statement.”
“Gibbs.” It was almost an accusation, but there was no heat behind it.
“You’re the one who insisted on getting out of there.”
Tony didn’t say anything else until they were inside and Gibbs was helping him out of his jacket so it wouldn't catch on the bandages. “I hate hospitals,” he admitted quietly.
Gibbs sighed, replying the same way he always did, “I know.”
“So, I take it I’m renting your spare room for the night?”
“Dinozzo, you heard Ducky, he was worried-”
“About my lungs, yeah, I know! I’m not the man I used to be.” Tony pulled away from Gibbs, the jacket falling on the floor between them. “I had the plague. My lung capacity’s diminished and I shouldn’t have inhaled all that smoke. But what was I suppose to do, let Simmons burn to death?” Tony spun around to face Gibbs, poking him hard in the chest.
Gibbs didn’t flinch. “You did what you had to do. Bad lungs or not, there’s no way you would have let anyone burn if you could prevent it.” He reached out and clutched Tony’s arm. “Tony, listen to me, you are no less of an agent, no less of a man, today than you were before that damned plague. What you did today, getting me out and then going back for Simmons? Maybe half a dozen agents I’ve ever worked with could have done that.” He tapped Tony under the chin. “Now go shower. You stink.”
Tony smiled. “Thanks, Boss.”
“No, Tony, thank you.”
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*FLAILS LOUDLY & HAPPILY*
polishes your diamond: it would catch - I think you meant it wouldn't, otherwise that's just a bit mean...
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Yay! *Flails with you*
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OMG, that was just perfect and wonderful and I love it and it's IC and wonderful and did I mention perfect and that I love it and that it's perfect? *squees*
♥♥♥
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squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
wow, tony hurt/gibbs comfort. you story rocks!
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♥ ♥ ♥
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This story is awesome ;-)
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