Category: NCIS hurt/comfort slash fic

Rating: G but see below…

Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo

Series: No

Spoilers: Not canon but anything from Season One might get a mention Summary: Tony. Gibbs. Needles.

Archive: Just tell me where it’s going

Additional ‘stuff’: Set in my Moving Day universe. WARNING: Medical squicky things. Medical accuracy NOT guaranteed.

Title: One smooth motion

Gibbs glanced at the clock on the wall in front of them and reluctantly lifted a sleepy Tony Dinozzo off his lap.

Tony woke, groaned, blinked and sat up. ‘Uh…you need the bathroom Gibbs?’ His reflexes weren’t quick enough to avoid the hand that snapped across the back of his head. ‘OWW!!’

Sighing crossly, Gibbs got up. ‘No!’

Tony snuggled back onto the couch and watched Gibbs silently as far as the door. ‘Does it hurt a lot?’

Gibbs stopped and turned. ‘No. Not any more.’

‘Can I watch?’

Gibbs stared Tony down until the younger man looked down. ‘No.’

‘Can I do it?’

Gibbs scowled. ‘Not when you’re half-asleep.’

‘Tomorrow?’ Tony asked hopefully.

Gibbs thought about Tony sticking a needle in his belly and only realized just how tired *he* was when he heard the word ‘okay’ come out of his mouth.

‘Yesss!!’ Tony grinned.

The following morning…

Tony woke unusually early for a Saturday morning. Squinting at the clock he realized it was almost an hour earlier than he needed to get up. Still…

He rolled onto his side and ‘accidentally’ poked Gibbs in the side with his elbow.

‘You’re gonna stick a needle in me Tony. Did you think I got *any* sleep last night?’ Gibbs asked.

‘Aww…don’t be scared Gibbs. I’ll be gentle.’ Tony soothed.

Gibbs sat up, walked to the bathroom, returning a minute later with two yellow plastic boxes, one marked ‘Used Sharps Only.’, the other a rectangular box with a pharmacists label on the lid. He held them out and sighed as Tony’s hand shook as he took it. ‘Tony…you can just watch.’

Tony shook his head decisively. ‘Nope. Wanna do it.’

Gibbs shrugged and rested his head on his folded arms. It was the only way he could stop himself from snatching the box back. ‘Go wash your hands. Carefully. Use hot water and soap.’ Gibbs said, ignoring Tony’s ‘I know’ look.

Returning, sitting on the edge of the bed, Tony unclipped the plastic latch on the smaller box, looking at the contents. He took out the sterile towel, opening it, spreading it out on the bed. Smiling, he reassured: ‘I know how to do this Gibbs.’

‘You do?’ Gibbs asked, frowning. It wasn’t beyond possible that Tony knew what he was doing, but as it was his belly Tony was going to be sticking, he wasn’t taking any chances.

‘Looked it up on the internet last night.’ Tony grinned.

Gibbs sighed. ‘They have medical sections on adult sites?’

Tony gave Gibbs a withering look.

‘Where do you want it?’

‘Anywhere you’ve cleaned.’ Gibbs said warningly. ‘Belly.’

Tony pulled out an antiseptic wipe, opened the small packet, swiped the cloth across Gibbs’ belly, dropped the cloth onto the waxy sheet by his side, took out the syringe with the pre-measured insulin dose almost translucent inside the plastic barrel. He held it in his hand for a moment, fingers curled round the barrel.

‘Tony?’

‘I’m warming it. It’ll feel…less cold.’

Impressed but keeping his expression neutral, Gibbs nodded.

Sliding off the hypo cap Tony asked: ‘Ready?’

Gibbs nodded tightly. ‘Uh huh.’

Having practiced on his own skin, Tony’s fingertip pulled Gibbs’ skin sideways then he hesitated. ‘You really trust me to do this.’ There was a hitch in his voice and he swallowed hard before stabbing the needle down in a ‘one smooth motion at ninety degrees’ as the website on insulin injections had suggested.

Gibbs flinched, more from surprise at the sensation of someone else doing his shot than the discomfort.

‘Did it hurt?!’ Tony asked nervously.

Gibbs smiled as Tony’s fingertip depressed the plunger and delivered the drug into the pale skin. ‘No.’

Relieved, Tony withdrew the needle and released the skin, pressing but not rubbing as the website instructed, for just a moment. ‘All done.’ He slid the syringe into the sharps box, everything else he wrapped into the sterile sheet, leaned over and dropped it into the waste bin beside the bed.

Gibbs let out the breath he had been holding and reached up, pulling Tony close. ‘Gonna throw up?’

Swallowing, chest heaving, Tony shook his head, not trusting himself to reply.

Gibbs pulled Tony down beside him and they lay quietly, Gibbs arm snaking around Tony’s shoulder, hand stroking gently. ‘Can we go back to sleep now?’

Tony sighed deeply, closing his eyes, snuggling close to Gibbs, arm sliding across the lightly-furred chest under his hand. ‘You can. I don’t think I can.’

Gibbs moved his hand to the back of Tony’s head, hand carding slowly through the soft hair and closed his eyes. ‘You missed your vocation Tony.’

‘Doctor?’ Tony murmured.

‘Not quite.’ Gibbs said enigmatically.

End

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