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ladydraceI'm only posting this under extreme pressure. It's horrible. It lacks something very vital... like... I dunno... an actual story??
Anywho, don't blame me. If it were up to me, it would have stayed locked up in my deepest darkest folder forever. But I was bribed with lovely gay art and pressured way beyond my limits, so here it is, without further ado:
Title: The NCIS Fanfic With No Plot.
Fandom: NCIS.
Pairings: Sort of Gibbs/DiNozzo if you squint.
Rating: Something like PG-13. For mild injury.
Word Count: 595
Beta: I don't know if I should even reveal this. She might not want people to know she let me post this...
Feedback: If you must...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: A slap gone bad.
Ding.
Ziva stepped out of the elevator, not at all surprised to see Tony smirking at his computer in a way he certainly never did while working.
“I'm telling you, McParanoid, this thing is awesome!”
McGee frowned at Tony.
“For you, maybe, but some of us like our privacy.”
Sitting down at her desk, Ziva hesitated for exactly thirty seconds before giving in to her curiosity.
“What is awesome, Tony?”
“GoogleEarth!” Tony beamed. “Guess what I'm looking at right now!?”
Ziva lifted an eyebrow, but offered no other response. McGee kindly explained: “NCIS Headquarters. Before that, his apartment.”
“It is beyond my comprehension why you would use a program that could in theory show you any location in the world, only to look at places you see every day. If you wish to see Headquarters, you only need to go outside,” Ziva said dryly.
“It's not the same! If you were a true American, you would know that, Probationary Agent Ziva! All true Americans know that the awesome of seeing your own house on the internet is the height of home entertainment. Pun totally intended.”
Smirking, Ziva tapped away at her keyboard. “Well, puns will not do your job for you.”
“No. You will, DiNozzo,” Gibbs grumbled, striding in, coffee in hand.
“Working hard, Boss!” Tony gibbered, before jumping up and turning on the viewer. “What am I looking at, Tony?”
“NCIS HQ! Isn't it awesome, boss?”
Gibbs didn't even look at Tony before slapping him soundly on the back of the head. Tony froze and his eyes went blank. The viewer remote dropped to the floor and was followed by Tony himself. Reactions were wildly different, ranging from McGee asking Tony to quit fooling around, to Ziva asking if he was okay. Gibbs knelt and examined him quickly before yelling for an ambulance. The last thing Tony saw was Gibbs' worried face, before everything went black.
OooOoOoOoOo
“Where is he? Oh my god, Tony! Is he all right? Who do I need to hold a taser to to get some answers around here?!” Abby's worried voice rang through the hall, and was the first thing Tony heard when he came out of it. He was in the hospital and he heard McGee calming her down, while his eyes were adjusting to the bright white walls. Gibbs was in a chair at his bedside and inched closer when he realized that Tony was awake.
“Tony. How do you feel?”
“Hi, Boss. Feeling a little weird, now that you mention it. And I've got a serious hangover. I hope it was a great party,” Tony croaked.
Gibbs smiled in spite of himself. “Doc says it's a small aneurysm. You've been in surgery. They say you'll be fine.”
Tony winced at the various aches and pains that were becoming more and more obvious with every waking moment. “Well, I guess we should have known all that head-slapping would do serious damage one day.”
A stern look from Gibbs made Tony keep his mouth closed and cut off his planned stream of jokes.
“Get better soon, Tony. I need my senior agent back on the job ASAP.” With a gentle pat on the shoulder, Gibbs got up and left the room, leaving Tony with a lump in his throat. Immediately after, a doctor stepped into the room.
“Good Morning Mr. DiNozzo. You're a very lucky man!” Tony replied under his breath: “Yeah, I really am...” while the doctor went on to explain how he'd had a medical near miss over an affectionate pat on the head.
End.
Anywho, don't blame me. If it were up to me, it would have stayed locked up in my deepest darkest folder forever. But I was bribed with lovely gay art and pressured way beyond my limits, so here it is, without further ado:
Title: The NCIS Fanfic With No Plot.
Fandom: NCIS.
Pairings: Sort of Gibbs/DiNozzo if you squint.
Rating: Something like PG-13. For mild injury.
Word Count: 595
Beta: I don't know if I should even reveal this. She might not want people to know she let me post this...
Feedback: If you must...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: A slap gone bad.
Ding.
Ziva stepped out of the elevator, not at all surprised to see Tony smirking at his computer in a way he certainly never did while working.
“I'm telling you, McParanoid, this thing is awesome!”
McGee frowned at Tony.
“For you, maybe, but some of us like our privacy.”
Sitting down at her desk, Ziva hesitated for exactly thirty seconds before giving in to her curiosity.
“What is awesome, Tony?”
“GoogleEarth!” Tony beamed. “Guess what I'm looking at right now!?”
Ziva lifted an eyebrow, but offered no other response. McGee kindly explained: “NCIS Headquarters. Before that, his apartment.”
“It is beyond my comprehension why you would use a program that could in theory show you any location in the world, only to look at places you see every day. If you wish to see Headquarters, you only need to go outside,” Ziva said dryly.
“It's not the same! If you were a true American, you would know that, Probationary Agent Ziva! All true Americans know that the awesome of seeing your own house on the internet is the height of home entertainment. Pun totally intended.”
Smirking, Ziva tapped away at her keyboard. “Well, puns will not do your job for you.”
“No. You will, DiNozzo,” Gibbs grumbled, striding in, coffee in hand.
“Working hard, Boss!” Tony gibbered, before jumping up and turning on the viewer. “What am I looking at, Tony?”
“NCIS HQ! Isn't it awesome, boss?”
Gibbs didn't even look at Tony before slapping him soundly on the back of the head. Tony froze and his eyes went blank. The viewer remote dropped to the floor and was followed by Tony himself. Reactions were wildly different, ranging from McGee asking Tony to quit fooling around, to Ziva asking if he was okay. Gibbs knelt and examined him quickly before yelling for an ambulance. The last thing Tony saw was Gibbs' worried face, before everything went black.
OooOoOoOoOo
“Where is he? Oh my god, Tony! Is he all right? Who do I need to hold a taser to to get some answers around here?!” Abby's worried voice rang through the hall, and was the first thing Tony heard when he came out of it. He was in the hospital and he heard McGee calming her down, while his eyes were adjusting to the bright white walls. Gibbs was in a chair at his bedside and inched closer when he realized that Tony was awake.
“Tony. How do you feel?”
“Hi, Boss. Feeling a little weird, now that you mention it. And I've got a serious hangover. I hope it was a great party,” Tony croaked.
Gibbs smiled in spite of himself. “Doc says it's a small aneurysm. You've been in surgery. They say you'll be fine.”
Tony winced at the various aches and pains that were becoming more and more obvious with every waking moment. “Well, I guess we should have known all that head-slapping would do serious damage one day.”
A stern look from Gibbs made Tony keep his mouth closed and cut off his planned stream of jokes.
“Get better soon, Tony. I need my senior agent back on the job ASAP.” With a gentle pat on the shoulder, Gibbs got up and left the room, leaving Tony with a lump in his throat. Immediately after, a doctor stepped into the room.
“Good Morning Mr. DiNozzo. You're a very lucky man!” Tony replied under his breath: “Yeah, I really am...” while the doctor went on to explain how he'd had a medical near miss over an affectionate pat on the head.
End.
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Date: 2011-01-12 01:04 am (UTC)I liked this story. It was short, but cute and satisfying, like eating a cookie.
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Date: 2011-01-14 07:08 pm (UTC)