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Disclaimer: The characters from the show aren’t mine,
they belong to others. No copyright infringement intended. Any characters you
don’t recognise are mine. Feedback would be nice, positive feedback would be
nicer. Enjoy! Category: NCIS hurt/comfort slash missing scene fic Rating: NC-17 for topic Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo
Series: No Spoilers: One Shot
Summary: I can *not* believe you took off your vest! Archive: Just tell me where it’s going Additional ‘stuff’: Since the transcript site went down,
I can’t quote from the ep. Set in my Moving Day universe so assume
co-habitation. Title: Always wear protection NCIS HQ Gibbs had a pile of paperwork as high as the ******************************** Gibbs residence - late night The house was dark. Expected.
There was no note or food left out. Unsurprising. And
the spare room door was closed. Worrying. Gibbs was too tired to fight. And he guessed…no, knew…a
fight was what he could expect. Kate had owned up that she had ratted him out over the vest. He wasn’t angry with her. She
wasn’t to know just how big of a deal it would be for the man sleeping in the
bed ten feet from the one he got into. Sliding his undershirt off, he climbed
under the covers, shivering at the cold touch of cotton on his bare thighs and
shoulders. ******************************* Gibbs woke to the reassuringly familiar sound of Tony’s
uneven breathing. He was close to waking, his subconscious still active, and
his dreams were always most vivid as he drifted off to sleep and woke from it.
He reached around Tony, pulling him close. ‘Don’t. I’m still pissed with you. That mattress is like
the Gibbs half-smiled. ‘The glass
was bullet-proof.’ ‘Yeah. And you’re not!’ Tony
sighed. ‘What if he had shot through the open door or got off
a second shot when you ran out?!’ Gibbs didn’t bother answering. Tony was right. Those
things hadn’t happened, but he was right nevertheless. They could have done. ‘Well?!’ Tony demanded. Gibbs sat up and held Tony’s forearms tightly. His voice
was firm and loud in the quiet room. ‘I’m still here Tony.’ Tony looked up at Gibbs. ‘We’re buying a new mattress. This weekend.’ Gibbs shook his head. ‘No, we’re not. Next time you get
the urge to sleep in the spare room, don’t.’ Tony looked at Gibbs. ‘Next time *you* get the urge to
risk your life, don’t.’ ‘Deal.’ Gibbs nodded, moving his
hands. ‘Did Kate make you call her Ma’am?’ Gibbs smiled. ‘Is that what she told you?’ Tony scowled. ‘You’re not gonna tell me, are you?’ Gibbs got out of bed, turning back as he reached the
door. ‘Tony.’ The younger man lifted himself onto his side, resting his
head on his hand. ‘Yeah?’ ‘I worry about you. You don’t worry about me. Got it?’ Tony sighed then smiled. ‘Yes boss.’ End Send me feedback on these fics
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