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Category: Ficlet. Slash implied. Angst. Lots and lots of angst. Rating: PG-17 this part Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo Series: No - standalones Spoilers: None intended but anything might get a mention Summary: It hurts Archive: Just tell me where it's going Additional `stuff': Nothing I can think of. Another ficlet. Until I have time to work on a longer fic. These just keep coming to me… Title: Sore spot – Two Gibbs groaned and rolled over, clutching his shoulder. Although he knew better than to worry Tony by complaining, his shoulder hurt. A lot. A hell of a lot. Earlier in the week… //’You’re not twenty-one any more Jethro, give it time.’ Ducky reminded sympathetically. ‘And take your pills. They’re not there to decorate your bathroom cabinet!’ Ducky’s mock-stern warning was delivered in a gently-lecturing tone, but Gibbs understood the concern behind them. And he made a mental note to yell at Tony later for ratting on him.// Silently, Tony handed over a bottle of water and the bottle of pills, sitting up and pulling on a t-shirt. Grimacing at the bitter taste, Gibbs swallowed two of the pills with a large mouthful of the water and lay back down, watching Tony pull on underwear and jeans. ‘You told Ducky. Do that again you’re gonna be sleeping in the basement.’ Tony smiled victoriously, leaning down, his hand on the pillow just above Gibbs’ shoulder. ‘You took your pills. Do that again and I’ll let you join me.’ End Send me feedback on these fics
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