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Title: The One Where Gibbs Gets Stoned (Just ever so slightly Stoned)
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Gibbs, DiNozzo
Genre: Ficlet, pre-slash
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Timestamp meme: luthien82 said I'd like to read about how Gibbs came to be stoned in The One Where Tony's Screwed?
Summary: Tony works the scene
Notes: I couldn't, thinking about it afterwards, see Gibbs taking drugs even to make a good show of being undercover - even though I had left the question hanging in 'Where Tony's Screwed' - so it had to come down to honest mistake.
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Beta: donutsweeper *showers with donuts*
Word Count: 880
The One Where Gibbs Gets Stoned (Just ever so slightly Stoned)
Gibbs came back from the washroom - and boy, wasn't that just a different experience every single night? - flicked the loose cap from off his bottle of beer and took a swig. He was too old for this shit, dammit.
Too old to be here in the first place, if he were being honest with himself. Too old to be making it look like his beer was sealed up tight up while he went to the john and way too old to get chased into a stall and propositioned once he was there. But better him than the Probie. He allowed himself a wry smile. Poor McGee, Gibbs didn't think his Elf Lord skills would have been able to help him much in here.
Across the heaving mass of bodies he could see Tony working the dance floor and knew he'd made the right decision. The man needed someone to watch his six. Someone who was going to be there for him, not hiding out in the corner not knowing where to look. Or what to look for.
He drained the bottle.
“...Time for another?”
My, but Chuck (or Junior, as Tony had labelled him) was persistent - he'd have paid for Gibbs' beers all night every night if Gibbs would have let him. And young, far too young. “What part of 'no', don't you get?” Gibbs said, mildly.
“The part where it means, no?” Junior had been looking particularly pleased with himself tonight. Gibbs didn't think it could be because he'd gotten laid recently, or he wouldn't be here now, trying his luck with him again, for the fourth night in a row. Or maybe it would. Maybe he wasn't looking for a sugar daddy after all. Maybe a lot of things...
Tony was having no luck. Gibbs just had time to watch him insinuate his way between some stocky guy, with the most amazing pair of wings tattooed between his shoulder blades, and a tall, willowy blonde wearing nipple rings, before Junior claimed his attention again.
“He's too old for you,” Junior said, jerking his chin toward the threesome.
Gibbs snorted. It would take more than another beer for him to be even partway ready to have *that* particular conversation. “And what? Too 'young' for you?”
“Something like that. Now why don't you let me buy you that beer?”
“I have to go soon.”
Tony had a finger in one of the rings now, twisting it as Wings looked on - an expectant smile on his face.
“Oh come on...” Junior said, putting his hand on Gibbs' chest. It was daring for him, he hadn't really been much of a toucher up till now. “...you know you want one.”
Tony was smiling - eyes down, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth - flirting - as the blonde swayed toward him.
Gibbs turned away. “You know what? You're right, I really do.”
Junior's hand was still resting on his shirt front. Gibbs supposed he'd have to do something about that soon, but for now? He just couldn't be bothered. He found himself smiling.
“But maybe a dance first?” Gibbs' eyebrows shot up as Junior's hand fisted into his tee shirt, tugging him away from the bar - maybe the kid was on something?
“And what makes you think I can dance?” He spluttered, trying to dig his heels in and failing.
Behind Junior's back Tony had his head tipped back, drinking water from a bottle. Gibbs hadn't known how he could make one bottle last him all night and still make it look like he was drinking gallons. It was a skill, Tony had explained and gone on to give Gibbs a fifteen minute lecture on never leaving his drink unattended.
Never leaving his drink unattended.
Not even when he was with someone he thought he could trust-
Junior was just a kid. A stupid kid with a some sort of a weird thing for older men, that was all. Or maybe it was for men with moustaches. Either way... he wouldn't. Would he?
Junior was grinning up at him - over bright - like he was expecting something to happen. Like he was expecting Gibbs wasn't going to be able to say no?
Hell! He'd been stupid. Tony was going to swat him upside the head for this one.
Tony... Gibbs needed to get out of here.
Junior was dragging him in the right direction at least. Maybe he was wanting to gloat? Though how that worked when, as far as Junior knew, Tony didn't even know Gibbs existed, he had no idea.
Gibbs let himself be lead through the jostle of 'dancers'. If all it took to keep the kid happy was to shuffle his feet and let Junior grope him for a while. Well, that shouldn't be too hard.
He stumbled up against Tony - earning himself a spiteful glare from Junior - and let his hand linger a moment too long at Tony's waist as he apologised - which got Junior's arms going up, possessively, round his neck and a scathing. “Just watch it old man!” from Tony, which meant their distress signal had worked at least.
Now all he had to do was concentrate on feeling sober; wait for Tony to leave; then get the hell out of Dodge himself before his two minutes was up.
Cross posted to ncisfanfic and gibbsbasement
Author: mad_jaks
Characters: Gibbs, DiNozzo
Genre: Ficlet, pre-slash
Rating: PG13
Prompt: Timestamp meme: luthien82 said I'd like to read about how Gibbs came to be stoned in The One Where Tony's Screwed?
Summary: Tony works the scene
Notes: I couldn't, thinking about it afterwards, see Gibbs taking drugs even to make a good show of being undercover - even though I had left the question hanging in 'Where Tony's Screwed' - so it had to come down to honest mistake.
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Beta: donutsweeper *showers with donuts*
Word Count: 880
The One Where Gibbs Gets Stoned (Just ever so slightly Stoned)
Gibbs came back from the washroom - and boy, wasn't that just a different experience every single night? - flicked the loose cap from off his bottle of beer and took a swig. He was too old for this shit, dammit.
Too old to be here in the first place, if he were being honest with himself. Too old to be making it look like his beer was sealed up tight up while he went to the john and way too old to get chased into a stall and propositioned once he was there. But better him than the Probie. He allowed himself a wry smile. Poor McGee, Gibbs didn't think his Elf Lord skills would have been able to help him much in here.
Across the heaving mass of bodies he could see Tony working the dance floor and knew he'd made the right decision. The man needed someone to watch his six. Someone who was going to be there for him, not hiding out in the corner not knowing where to look. Or what to look for.
He drained the bottle.
“...Time for another?”
My, but Chuck (or Junior, as Tony had labelled him) was persistent - he'd have paid for Gibbs' beers all night every night if Gibbs would have let him. And young, far too young. “What part of 'no', don't you get?” Gibbs said, mildly.
“The part where it means, no?” Junior had been looking particularly pleased with himself tonight. Gibbs didn't think it could be because he'd gotten laid recently, or he wouldn't be here now, trying his luck with him again, for the fourth night in a row. Or maybe it would. Maybe he wasn't looking for a sugar daddy after all. Maybe a lot of things...
Tony was having no luck. Gibbs just had time to watch him insinuate his way between some stocky guy, with the most amazing pair of wings tattooed between his shoulder blades, and a tall, willowy blonde wearing nipple rings, before Junior claimed his attention again.
“He's too old for you,” Junior said, jerking his chin toward the threesome.
Gibbs snorted. It would take more than another beer for him to be even partway ready to have *that* particular conversation. “And what? Too 'young' for you?”
“Something like that. Now why don't you let me buy you that beer?”
“I have to go soon.”
Tony had a finger in one of the rings now, twisting it as Wings looked on - an expectant smile on his face.
“Oh come on...” Junior said, putting his hand on Gibbs' chest. It was daring for him, he hadn't really been much of a toucher up till now. “...you know you want one.”
Tony was smiling - eyes down, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth - flirting - as the blonde swayed toward him.
Gibbs turned away. “You know what? You're right, I really do.”
Junior's hand was still resting on his shirt front. Gibbs supposed he'd have to do something about that soon, but for now? He just couldn't be bothered. He found himself smiling.
“But maybe a dance first?” Gibbs' eyebrows shot up as Junior's hand fisted into his tee shirt, tugging him away from the bar - maybe the kid was on something?
“And what makes you think I can dance?” He spluttered, trying to dig his heels in and failing.
Behind Junior's back Tony had his head tipped back, drinking water from a bottle. Gibbs hadn't known how he could make one bottle last him all night and still make it look like he was drinking gallons. It was a skill, Tony had explained and gone on to give Gibbs a fifteen minute lecture on never leaving his drink unattended.
Never leaving his drink unattended.
Not even when he was with someone he thought he could trust-
Junior was just a kid. A stupid kid with a some sort of a weird thing for older men, that was all. Or maybe it was for men with moustaches. Either way... he wouldn't. Would he?
Junior was grinning up at him - over bright - like he was expecting something to happen. Like he was expecting Gibbs wasn't going to be able to say no?
Hell! He'd been stupid. Tony was going to swat him upside the head for this one.
Tony... Gibbs needed to get out of here.
Junior was dragging him in the right direction at least. Maybe he was wanting to gloat? Though how that worked when, as far as Junior knew, Tony didn't even know Gibbs existed, he had no idea.
Gibbs let himself be lead through the jostle of 'dancers'. If all it took to keep the kid happy was to shuffle his feet and let Junior grope him for a while. Well, that shouldn't be too hard.
He stumbled up against Tony - earning himself a spiteful glare from Junior - and let his hand linger a moment too long at Tony's waist as he apologised - which got Junior's arms going up, possessively, round his neck and a scathing. “Just watch it old man!” from Tony, which meant their distress signal had worked at least.
Now all he had to do was concentrate on feeling sober; wait for Tony to leave; then get the hell out of Dodge himself before his two minutes was up.
Cross posted to ncisfanfic and gibbsbasement