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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 slash hurt/comfort fic Rating: NC-17 Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo/OMC Series: No Spoilers: Assume all of Season One – esp. Bete Noir and
finale Summary: If only Gibbs had gone to the bathroom place
alone. 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 – conclusion Bathroom sales place - morning The salesman sensed a nice pre-Christmas commission
coming his way. ‘…and this one Sir, has a remote control.’ He pointed at yet
another Jacuzzi. They were not a great winter seller, he was in full sales
pitch mode. Gibbs frowned as Tony sidled up to the sales guy and
nodded at the plain black tub at his feet. ‘What about this one?’ Tony managed to whisper to the young man: ‘Don’t ‘Sir’
him…he’ll buy at another store.’ ‘It’s on special this week Si…um…guys. We’re withdrawing
the model.’ Tony looked at the discount off the ticket price and sat
on the edge of the tub. ‘This is great!’ Gibbs shook his head. ‘If it’s an old model, we won’t get
spares when you break it.’ Tony gave Gibbs a look to tell him he was both
embarrassed at the comment and thought it unfair. Gibbs ignored him. ‘Remote control? Why would we want to
operate the thing at a distance?’ Tony smiled. ‘Saves reaching across.’ Gibbs shook his head. ‘For a hundred dollars extra, we’ll
reach.’ He looked across at Tony and followed the younger man’s gaze. ‘Tony?’ Tony stood frozen to the spot, flinching as Gibbs brushed
against him. He saw the man browsing the lengths of timber in the upright
stands at the other end of the store. ‘Is that him?’ Tony made a soft sound and Gibbs turned to the young man
still behind them. ‘Go. Away. Now.’ Moving to stand in front of Tony, Gibbs locked eyes with
him. ‘Do. Not. Move.’ Gibbs strode down the aisle and stopped beside the man
who was dressed for messy work – a red checked flannel shirt and dark jeans. He
reached for the length of timber the man had his hand on. ‘Tree house?’ Gibbs shook his head. ‘Boat.’ ‘Ah…alimony.’ Gibbs smiled. ‘We’re gonna go outside and talk. Move.’ ‘What…look…pal…’ Michael stared at Gibbs with mounting
nervousness. ‘I’m an armed federal agent.’ Gibbs voice dropped in tone
and volume at the same time. ‘I haven’t done anything.’ ‘Move. Michael.’ Gibbs hissed. Michael swallowed hard. ‘Do I know you?’ Gibbs shook his head as they reached the parking lot.
‘No. But you and I have different uses for Christmas lights. I wrap them round
trees, not people.’ Michael frowned. ‘Were you at that party where I…?’ ‘No. But Tony was.’ ‘Tony?’ Michael frowned. ‘Oh, you mean little Anthony.
That boy was just asking to be punished.’ ‘So you wrapped him in a string of lights.’ Gibbs
observed calmly. Michael nodded. ‘It was a great decoration for the living
room. Everyone commented…’ When they were outside the store and in the parking lot,
Gibbs took a step back and punched Michael. Staggering, Michael put his hand to his nose which flowed
with blood. ‘You’re crazy!! I’m calling the cops.’ He looked around, saw only a
handful of people, all pointedly ignoring the two men. Gibbs nodded. ‘Go ahead. I’ll get Tony to tell them how
you messed with his mind so he can’t take a bath without remembering something
you did to him.’ Michael laughed, a handkerchief pressed to his nose.
‘You’re his latest…you aren’t the first…you won’t be the last. He needs
discipline, not pampering.’ Gibbs flinched as he rubbed his sore knuckles. ‘You come
within a hundred yards of either of us again, it won’t be your nose that gets
broken.’ ‘Gibbs!’ Gibbs turned at Tony’s shout. He looked over his shoulder
as he walked over to Tony. ‘Find another store for your timber.’ Ignoring the small group of people who were now watching
intently, Tony smiled at Gibbs. ‘Thank you.’ Gibbs nodded. ‘Any time.’ Tony grinned. ‘I got the guy to knock an extra hundred
off cos I said we’d let them take pictures of us using it as advertising.’ He
ducked as Gibbs’ hand snapped up. When he straightened up, his eyes were bright
with tears. They both stood and watched as Michael got into his SUV
and pulled out of the parking lot.
Tony’s arm snaked under the back of Gibbs’ jacket and he leaned on the older
man as they walked back into the store. Gibbs saw the salesman rushing over and moved away from
Tony. ‘We’re *not* posing for a brochure.’ Tony smiled. ‘Yes boss.’ End Send me feedback on these fics
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