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donutsweeper) wrote2008-06-29 07:21 pm
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Donut Delight
Title: Donut Delight
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, vague Gibbs/DiNozzo, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: One morning Tony finds a surprise on his desk.
Author's Note: Written for the
ncisdrabble100 challenge: Heaven and Hell.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, vague Gibbs/DiNozzo, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: One morning Tony finds a surprise on his desk.
Author's Note: Written for the
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Tony rounded the corner and stopped short. On the middle of his desk sat a jelly donut with a cup of coffee next to it, keeping it company. He approached it cautiously. It looked fine, more than fine. Fried to a perfect golden brown, its sugar coating glittered in the light and just a hint of red filling peeked out the side.
“You gonna eat it or stare at it?”
“Boss?” Tony tore his gaze from the donut to look at Gibbs. “This is from you?”
“It’s two years today, DiNozzo.” The tone was brusque, but without any heat behind it. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Tony wasn’t sure if it was hiring him or the uncharacteristic gesture of buying him a snack that Gibbs was implying he might regret. Knowing Gibbs it was probably both. Either way he didn’t care. Sinking into his chair he picked up the donut and took a bite. He’d just closed his eyes to revel in its heavenly delight when there was a sharp slap to the back of his head.
“We got a dead marine. Let’s go.”
Tony grabbed his backpack, the donut and the coffee. Life couldn’t get any sweeter than this.
“You gonna eat it or stare at it?”
“Boss?” Tony tore his gaze from the donut to look at Gibbs. “This is from you?”
“It’s two years today, DiNozzo.” The tone was brusque, but without any heat behind it. “Don’t make me regret it.”
Tony wasn’t sure if it was hiring him or the uncharacteristic gesture of buying him a snack that Gibbs was implying he might regret. Knowing Gibbs it was probably both. Either way he didn’t care. Sinking into his chair he picked up the donut and took a bite. He’d just closed his eyes to revel in its heavenly delight when there was a sharp slap to the back of his head.
“We got a dead marine. Let’s go.”
Tony grabbed his backpack, the donut and the coffee. Life couldn’t get any sweeter than this.
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Poor Tony- he saved the day and didn't even get a thank you
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He deserved at least a donut.
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It got these responses from my husband:
(opening scene): Tony's dreaming, right? Tell me he's dreaming!!
(When Gibbs and Ducky were 'having a moment'): And now they hug... *prompt* *prompt*
I swear he got disappointed when they didn't :D
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Just messing with you!
*runs and hides*
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OMG, I can so picture Ducky rambling on to Tony about Tony's obvious attraction to Gibbs and telling him a similar story about when he was younger and attracted to his older, more experienced boss (a certain Captain...)
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