Category: NCIS slash hurt/comfort fic

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo/OMC (mentioned)

Series: No

Spoilers: Assume all of Season One – esp. Bete Noir and finale

Summary: PTSD is like that. You never know what will trigger it.

Archive: Just tell me where it’s going

Additional ‘stuff’: Set in my Moving Day universe, so assume co-habitation. Very sad but, of course, there is a happy ending. 

Title: Ghost of Christmas past

Tony lay back in the bath, a sleepy smile on his relaxed face. Once he found out Gibbs liked to bathe after a long night working on the boat, and the oils and bubbles were all his own choices, Tony often followed Gibbs’ instructions as to the combinations for various situations – sore muscles, long hours hunched over his computer finding information on a case, strained muscles hunting for evidence or arresting suspects – and they always worked their magic, the scents tricking his brain into thinking he was without any strain at all by the time he got into bed.

He opened his eyes briefly and breathed deeply, sweeping a huge handful of white foam into a pile on his chest, loving the sensation of the bubbles breaking on his chest. The bubbles reflected a rainbow of colors and the water sent up steamy clouds of eucalyptus-scented damp air.

Gibbs lay in bed, equally tired but already bathed and relaxed. Tony had stopped off at Abby’s place to help her and McGee with…something he couldn’t remember. His eyes closed and he snoozed…

‘GET IT OFF ME…IT’S BURNING…NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!’

Gibbs was out of bed and in the bathroom in a heartbeat and almost collided with Tony, dripping wet, eyes wide with fear and struggling to escape Gibbs’ grip.

‘Tony? It’s okay…I got ya…hey…TONY!!’ A gentle reassuring tone had no effect and finally Gibbs gripped Tony’s forearms tightly, shaking him gently, voice snapping into Tony’s consciousness.

‘It’s too hot…hurts…please…’

Gibbs wondered briefly if the water had somehow been hotter than Tony judged, and he had heated up, but when he leaned across to reach for a towel, his hand dipped into the water and found it only lukewarm. Deciding any questions could wait, Gibbs wrapped Tony in a large bath towel and contemplated carrying him into the bedroom.

Deciding his back wouldn’t like it, Gibbs guided Tony into the bedroom, leaving the towel around him, settling him under the covers. ‘There…you’re okay now…it’s all right.’ He flinched at the tightness of Tony’s grip on his forearm. Touchy and feely weren’t words he even believed were real words, just some modern thing made up by shrinks so he sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, his hand tentatively moving the damp hair from Tony’s eyes. ‘Did you burn yourself on the taps?’

Tony managed to slow his breathing enough to whisper: ‘The Christmas lights…’

Gibbs nodded. ‘Yeah…they’re fine…I turned them off.’

Tony shivered and wriggled closer to Gibbs. ‘He made me wear lights for a party.’

Gibbs sighed inwardly. //That bastard…forget Ari, this Michael was someone he wanted to see screaming on the floor at his feet with a bullet in his shoulder.//

‘And they burned your clothes?’ Gibbs guessed.

‘My skin.’ Tony sighed tiredly.

Gibbs worked it out seconds later. ‘You had Christmas light bulbs on your bare skin?!’ Moving a couple of them away from the bare branches of their tree, Gibbs knew only too well how hot the tiny bulbs could get.

Tony’s cheeks reddened and he nodded sadly, rolling away from Gibbs’ loud voice and shocked face.

Gibbs shook his head, stood up and quickly pulled off his shirt and jeans. Getting into bed in undershirt and boxers, he reached around Tony, pulling him close, pulling the damp towel off the trembling body, dropping it to the floor. ‘Damnit Tony, that is the *last* time you get in the bath on your own.’

Tony sniffled, reaching up to wipe his tears away. ‘That bath isn’t big enough for two.’

Gibbs thought for a moment. ‘I’ll fit a bigger one.’

Tony half-smiled, his eyes closing. ‘I’ll help.’

Gibbs frowned. ‘You will *not*.’

‘Can we get a Jacuzzi?’ Tony asked sleepily. He turned, snuggling close to Gibbs, moving against the pink grapefruit soap-scented skin inches from his nose.

Deciding not to answer, Gibbs fell asleep wondering when he would get time to fit a new bath.

Continued in Part Two...

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