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Category: NCIS hurt/comfort slash fic (missing scene) Rating: PG-13/R Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo Series: No Spoilers: Hung out to dry Summary: Tony. Missing scene. Motorbikes Archive: Just tell me where it’s going Additional ‘stuff’: A different take on my TFOA fic. Title: Biker babe Tony sighed and lowered himself into the cloudy steaming water. For someone who seemed to live a relatively spartan life, Jethro Gibbs’ bathroom cabinet contained several bottles of apparently expensive bubble bath and bath salts. Tony imagined the three Mrs Gibbs had left them and Gibbs hadn’t gotten around to cleaning the cabinet out. He closed his eyes, settling into the comforting heat, eyes closing. ‘Oh…yes…mmm.’ Standing in the bathroom doorway, Gibbs smiled. Tony’s features relaxed into the face of someone a decade younger, lashes a matched pair of dark smudges on the pale skin, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, hair darkening in the steam rising from the barely rippling surface. Softly, not wanting to startle Tony but reluctant to wake him fully, Gibbs called: ‘Tony.’ Eyes still closed, a soft smile formed on Tony’s face. ‘Hey.’ Gibbs walked across, sat on the edge of the bath and trailed his fingertips in the swirling steam-covered water. ‘You said you barely got a scratch.’ Gibbs huffed crossly looking down at Tony’s mottled bruises on the upper part of the younger man’s body. ‘You look this bad lower down?’ Tony’s eyes dropped. ‘Worse.’ Gibbs shook his head, lifting a towel off the stack piled on the linen hamper. ‘Out. Come on.’ Reluctant to relinquish the comforting warmth of the bath, Tony shook his head slowly. ‘I’m okay.’ Gibbs reached down, hooked his hand under Tony’s armpit and hauled upwards. ‘Out. Now. Tony.’ Holding Tony with one hand, he held the bath towel out with the other. ‘Wrap it around you. You’ll get chilled. You didn’t think to put the heating on before you got in the bath?’ Gibbs asked rhetorically. ‘Sorry.’ Tony said, wobbling as he leaned on Gibbs so he could climb out of the bath tub without falling onto the floor. Gibbs chuckled. ‘What did you hit? Tree or something?’ ‘Motorbike.’ Tony said sheepishly. ‘In the middle of nowhere you knocked someone off their bike?’ Tony shook his head. ‘Nope. It was parked up. I hit the bike and it fell over. Got a lift back to the airfield though. I didn’t hurt then. Tony smiled at the memory, wincing as he moved. Steering him to the bedroom, Gibbs nodded. ‘Wouldn’t have done. Still pumping the adrenaline. You get checked out in the ER?’ ‘The only thing bruised is my ego.’ Tony pouted. ‘Took you three shots to pass your basic first aid Tony. Why don’t we let me check you over, huh?’ Tony nodded, knowing he wouldn’t get any peace at all until Gibbs was satisfied no bones were broken. He lay slowly back on the bed, sighing. ‘I…uh…gave her your number.’ ‘Who?’ ‘The biker chick. I didn’t have any cards on me.’ ‘It was a woman?!’ Gibbs asked, eyes wide. ‘Uh huh. They’re allowed to ride bikes now Gibbs.’ Gibbs ignored the teasing. ‘The middle of nowhere, and you land on a woman’s bike.’ He ran his hands firmly down each of Tony’s arms in turn, frowning when Tony wriggled. ‘I can’t help being ticklish! And I didn’t aim for the bike!’ Tony protested. ‘Did you aim for the woman and get blown off course?’ Gibbs asked, eyebrows raised. Tony pulled a face at Gibbs. Shaking his head, Gibbs bent and stretched each of Tony’s legs, noticing the left pained him much more than the right. Lifting the towel he saw why. ‘Tony! I’ll get an ice pack. Get in bed.’ The livid bruising on Tony’s thigh was worst concentrated around his hip joint. He whimpered pathetically as Gibbs pressed the towel-wrapped icepack to the darkened flesh. ‘I think I hit the engine block.’ Tony offered by way of explanation for the additional bruising concentrated under Gibbs hand. ‘You’re not gonna be able to move in the morning.’ ‘I’ll call in sick.’ Tony muttered tiredly. ‘My boss’ll understand.’ ‘Your *boss* will yell at you.’ Gibbs corrected. ‘Yeah, but he’ll be understanding on the inside.’ Tony smiled, yawning. ‘Shut up and close your eyes.’ Gibbs drawled. Tony backed up towards Gibbs and waited while Gibbs moved his hand, holding the icepack in place, his other arm snaking around Tony’s waist, holding him firmly. ‘It was a great feeling…dropping through the air like that…’ Tony sighed. ‘And then you landed on a bike.’ Gibbs reminded him. ‘Yeah, that part wasn’t…so great. But the girl…in black leather…’ Tony moaned softly as he shifted position slightly. ‘Tell me about it in the morning Tony. Settle down now.’ Gibbs chided softly. ‘Yes…boss.’ Tony muttered, sighing deeply as he drifted into sleep. Gibbs turned the icepack a couple of times before deciding he was too tired to keep it in place and dropping it into the waste basket at the side of the bed. He replaced the icepack with his hand, resting it gently on Tony’s hip, feeling the warmth of the damaged muscle tissue under the cool damp skin. ‘Oh Tony…only you could…a biker chick.’ Gibbs chuckled softly and closed his eyes. End Send me feedback on these fics
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