snapshot meme
Responses to the time meme. Expect the second batch sometime this week.
For aslin. Set after Corresponding Angles, when Tony goes back to work. ( Geometry 'verse)
When Gibbs walks in the door Monday morning, it's just past seven and Tony's already at his computer, typing away industriously. "Morning, Boss!" Tony says cheerfully. "Lovely day we're having, isn't it?"
Gibbs eyes him narrowly and takes a drink of his coffee. "What do you want, DiNozzo?"
"Absolutely nothing. It's just a lovely day." Tony grins.
"Uh huh." Gibbs takes a seat behind his desk, unsurprised when Tony walks over.
"Okay, I need a favor," Tony admits quietly, glancing around even though no one else is there. "I need Friday night off."
"We're on call this weekend, DiNozzo," Gibbs says.
"I know, I know." Tony shoves his hands in his pockets. "It's just--there's this thing I kinda need to go to, and I was hoping..."
"What thing?" Gibbs asks.
Tony sighs. "David's got a concert," he mumbles. "It's--it's a big thing, and I said I'd try to make it, and after I--well, after last week--" He gives Gibbs a pleading look. "Please, Boss?"
Gibbs takes another drink of coffee. He considers saying no, on principle. It's the nature of the job.
But Tony's been seeing this guy for five months. And David's not a complete waste of space, or at least that's Gibbs' impression of him. Anyone ballsy enough to come to NCIS headquarters about a missing boyfriend--and then--
Gibbs still remembers what David said to him. You could have had him.
"Yeah," Gibbs says finally. "But if this happens again, you're working."
For oriundus. Set in Geometry 'verse, when David and Stephen met.
The party was starting to break up, and Stephen and I both looked around in surprise and laughed. "Guess that's our cue," I said, getting to my feet.
"I suppose so." Stephen tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and I wondered if it was really as soft as it looked.
"You interested in dinner?" I asked as we headed to the door.
Stephen gave me a shy smile. "Sure," he said. "When?"
"Are you busy tomorrow?" I asked, holding the door for him.
"I--yes, I think I am," Stephen said reluctantly. "Wednesday?"
"Seven o'clock?" I suggested.
"Sure," Stephen said, nodding. "Sure, that'd work."
"Sanderson's?" I offered.
"Sure." Stephen smiled. "I guess--I'll see you Wednesday."
Anyone else I would have invited back to my place, but not Stephen. There was something about him, something that made me think I should wait. Stephen wasn't a one-night stand and I didn't want him to be. "See you then," I said. Impulsively, I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. Stephen turned his head at the last minute and our lips met.
Some time later, we managed to separate, both of us struggling to breathe evenly. "Come home with me," I said, taking his wrist. I didn't miss the way Stephen's breath caught at my touch and when I tightened my hand, just a little, he made a low, barely audible sound.
"Yes," he said, swallowing.
For emily_sheppard. Pavlov, set immediately after Recovery.
Dinner that night was quiet, Chinese takeout and beer and some bad movie on TV. It was around eleven when they decided to call it a night. "Some of us have to go to work tomorrow," Tony said with a pointed look at Gibbs.
Gibbs let it roll off him and went to dump the empty cartons in the trash. "Where am I sleeping?" he asked simply.
Abby took a deep breath. "I think..." She looked at Tony. "I don't know."
Tony sighed. "I think...with us." He shrugged. "Have to start sometime, I guess."
He didn't sound thrilled about it, but he didn't sound unhappy, either. Gibbs decided to take what he could get. "All right," he said.
The three of them got ready for bed; Gibbs thought wryly that it was like falling into the routine they'd had months ago. Abby got first dibs on the bathroom, followed by Tony and then Gibbs. It wasn't so bad at night, but showers in the morning tended to be extremely invigorating, depending on how much hot water they'd left him.
He washed up and went into the bedroom. Abby was already settled on one side of the bed; it would probably have been easiest for her to be in the middle, but she hated sleeping where she couldn't let her legs hang off the side of the bed. "Who's in the middle?" she asked.
Tony and Gibbs looked at each other. That had always been Tony's place, Gibbs thought. Were they--"Do you want--"
Tony shrugged. "Sure." He crawled into bed next to Abby and after a moment, Gibbs settled next to him, closing his eyes as Abby turned off the light. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands and ended up tucking one under his head, the other curled against his chest. Tony was facing him, but the only contact between them was the brush of their legs against each other. Gibbs was pretty sure that if Tony had been able to avoid that, he would have.
He lay in silence, listening to them breathe, unable to sleep. Tony's breath was soft and even, but not slow enough, not with that almost-snore that Gibbs knew meant he was either asleep or almost there. He didn't think Tony was going to sleep, either, not with him there, and was just about to get up and move to the spare bedroom when a tentative hand settled on his hip. It wasn't Abby's.
Gibbs rested his own hand on Tony's back, cautiously, and felt a little curl of warmth when Tony sighed and moved a little closer. Neither of them spoke, but Gibbs found himself relaxing, hearing Tony almost-snore and Abby's slow breathing.
The next thing he knew, Abby's alarm clock was blaring in his ear.
For aslin. Set after Corresponding Angles, when Tony goes back to work. ( Geometry 'verse)
When Gibbs walks in the door Monday morning, it's just past seven and Tony's already at his computer, typing away industriously. "Morning, Boss!" Tony says cheerfully. "Lovely day we're having, isn't it?"
Gibbs eyes him narrowly and takes a drink of his coffee. "What do you want, DiNozzo?"
"Absolutely nothing. It's just a lovely day." Tony grins.
"Uh huh." Gibbs takes a seat behind his desk, unsurprised when Tony walks over.
"Okay, I need a favor," Tony admits quietly, glancing around even though no one else is there. "I need Friday night off."
"We're on call this weekend, DiNozzo," Gibbs says.
"I know, I know." Tony shoves his hands in his pockets. "It's just--there's this thing I kinda need to go to, and I was hoping..."
"What thing?" Gibbs asks.
Tony sighs. "David's got a concert," he mumbles. "It's--it's a big thing, and I said I'd try to make it, and after I--well, after last week--" He gives Gibbs a pleading look. "Please, Boss?"
Gibbs takes another drink of coffee. He considers saying no, on principle. It's the nature of the job.
But Tony's been seeing this guy for five months. And David's not a complete waste of space, or at least that's Gibbs' impression of him. Anyone ballsy enough to come to NCIS headquarters about a missing boyfriend--and then--
Gibbs still remembers what David said to him. You could have had him.
"Yeah," Gibbs says finally. "But if this happens again, you're working."
For oriundus. Set in Geometry 'verse, when David and Stephen met.
The party was starting to break up, and Stephen and I both looked around in surprise and laughed. "Guess that's our cue," I said, getting to my feet.
"I suppose so." Stephen tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and I wondered if it was really as soft as it looked.
"You interested in dinner?" I asked as we headed to the door.
Stephen gave me a shy smile. "Sure," he said. "When?"
"Are you busy tomorrow?" I asked, holding the door for him.
"I--yes, I think I am," Stephen said reluctantly. "Wednesday?"
"Seven o'clock?" I suggested.
"Sure," Stephen said, nodding. "Sure, that'd work."
"Sanderson's?" I offered.
"Sure." Stephen smiled. "I guess--I'll see you Wednesday."
Anyone else I would have invited back to my place, but not Stephen. There was something about him, something that made me think I should wait. Stephen wasn't a one-night stand and I didn't want him to be. "See you then," I said. Impulsively, I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. Stephen turned his head at the last minute and our lips met.
Some time later, we managed to separate, both of us struggling to breathe evenly. "Come home with me," I said, taking his wrist. I didn't miss the way Stephen's breath caught at my touch and when I tightened my hand, just a little, he made a low, barely audible sound.
"Yes," he said, swallowing.
For emily_sheppard. Pavlov, set immediately after Recovery.
Dinner that night was quiet, Chinese takeout and beer and some bad movie on TV. It was around eleven when they decided to call it a night. "Some of us have to go to work tomorrow," Tony said with a pointed look at Gibbs.
Gibbs let it roll off him and went to dump the empty cartons in the trash. "Where am I sleeping?" he asked simply.
Abby took a deep breath. "I think..." She looked at Tony. "I don't know."
Tony sighed. "I think...with us." He shrugged. "Have to start sometime, I guess."
He didn't sound thrilled about it, but he didn't sound unhappy, either. Gibbs decided to take what he could get. "All right," he said.
The three of them got ready for bed; Gibbs thought wryly that it was like falling into the routine they'd had months ago. Abby got first dibs on the bathroom, followed by Tony and then Gibbs. It wasn't so bad at night, but showers in the morning tended to be extremely invigorating, depending on how much hot water they'd left him.
He washed up and went into the bedroom. Abby was already settled on one side of the bed; it would probably have been easiest for her to be in the middle, but she hated sleeping where she couldn't let her legs hang off the side of the bed. "Who's in the middle?" she asked.
Tony and Gibbs looked at each other. That had always been Tony's place, Gibbs thought. Were they--"Do you want--"
Tony shrugged. "Sure." He crawled into bed next to Abby and after a moment, Gibbs settled next to him, closing his eyes as Abby turned off the light. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands and ended up tucking one under his head, the other curled against his chest. Tony was facing him, but the only contact between them was the brush of their legs against each other. Gibbs was pretty sure that if Tony had been able to avoid that, he would have.
He lay in silence, listening to them breathe, unable to sleep. Tony's breath was soft and even, but not slow enough, not with that almost-snore that Gibbs knew meant he was either asleep or almost there. He didn't think Tony was going to sleep, either, not with him there, and was just about to get up and move to the spare bedroom when a tentative hand settled on his hip. It wasn't Abby's.
Gibbs rested his own hand on Tony's back, cautiously, and felt a little curl of warmth when Tony sighed and moved a little closer. Neither of them spoke, but Gibbs found himself relaxing, hearing Tony almost-snore and Abby's slow breathing.
The next thing he knew, Abby's alarm clock was blaring in his ear.