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donutsweeper) wrote2008-08-03 01:17 pm
donutsweeper) wrote2008-08-03 01:17 pm
The Stakeout
Title: The Stakeout
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, vague Gibbs/DiNozzo, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Gibbs takes advantage of an opportunity to study DiNozzo.
Author's Note: Written for thencisdrabble100 challenge: profile
The car was cold, but Gibbs couldn’t turn on the heater without giving away their position and ruining the stakeout. Not there had been much to see, the house was as empty now as it had been when he and Tony relieved McGee and Ziva six hours ago.
After awhile Gibbs ordered Tony to grab some shut eye, claiming it was a defensive measure. “You’re a menace when you’ve got nothing to do, DiNozzo,” he’d said. “Shut up and get some sleep.” Tony had protested, but eventually capitulated under the agreement that he’d be woken in an hour so Gibbs could rest himself.
Gibbs had no intention of doing that; he had enough coffee to see him through to dawn, but he wasn’t about to admit it to Tony. He welcomed the chance to study Tony like this, with his defenses down and not hiding behind whatever front he thought people wanted to see. There was no frat boy grin. No jokes or crass comments. Just Tony, nothing else. A strong profile, head resting against the window, mouth open just a bit, relaxed, serene.
Times like this were rare, and Gibbs was going to relish every opportunity that presented itself.
Pairing/Warning/Rating: NCIS fandom, vague Gibbs/DiNozzo, rated G
Word Count: 200
Summary: Gibbs takes advantage of an opportunity to study DiNozzo.
Author's Note: Written for the
ncisdrabble100 challenge: profileThe car was cold, but Gibbs couldn’t turn on the heater without giving away their position and ruining the stakeout. Not there had been much to see, the house was as empty now as it had been when he and Tony relieved McGee and Ziva six hours ago.
After awhile Gibbs ordered Tony to grab some shut eye, claiming it was a defensive measure. “You’re a menace when you’ve got nothing to do, DiNozzo,” he’d said. “Shut up and get some sleep.” Tony had protested, but eventually capitulated under the agreement that he’d be woken in an hour so Gibbs could rest himself.
Gibbs had no intention of doing that; he had enough coffee to see him through to dawn, but he wasn’t about to admit it to Tony. He welcomed the chance to study Tony like this, with his defenses down and not hiding behind whatever front he thought people wanted to see. There was no frat boy grin. No jokes or crass comments. Just Tony, nothing else. A strong profile, head resting against the window, mouth open just a bit, relaxed, serene.
Times like this were rare, and Gibbs was going to relish every opportunity that presented itself.