Title: Your Smiling Face
Author: SexyHugh88/Jessica
Pairing: Jethro/Tony
Rating: FRT (T)
Song/Quote: "Your Smiling Face"—James Taylor
Summary: Jethro muses on his past, present, & future…
Spoilers: Nope
Disclaimer: I don't own…Boy, do I wish…
Warnings: Fluff, lotsa fluff…
A/N: Please Comment! Unbetaed. All mistakes be mine. This came to me as I was getting ready for school.
I held back a curse as a red truck pulled in front of me, causing the large cup of coffee in my hand to tilt dangerously to the right.
I glared at the now slow-moving truck and reached over to fiddle with the radio, hoping to find something to help pass to terrible morning commute. After a few minutes, I found what seemed to be a potentially harmless station, a dj announcing the weather and traffic conditions.
I suddenly smiled as the first song streamed through the speakers.
Whenever I see your smiling face
I have to smile myself
Because I love you (Yes, I do)
And when you give me that pretty little pout
It turns me inside out
There's something about you, baby (I don't know)
There's something about Tony's smile that made everyone else want to smile in return, even me. Especially me. And oh, God, the pout. When that lower lip rolled out and started to quiver, it brought grown Marines to their knees.
Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
It will grow stronger every day
Oh
A man like me…a sarcastic, bossy bastard. I never thought I'd feel this deep about someone again. This safe, secure, and trusting. And every day he does something that makes me love him just a little bit more.
I thought I was in love
A couple of times before
With the girl next door
But that was long before I met you
Now I'm sure that I won't forget you
And I thank my lucky stars
That you are who you are
And not just another lovely lady
Sent down to break my heart
A couple of times? Try three times. Shannon didn't fit into that category, I loved her just as much as I love Tony; still do, in fact. And Tony's okay with that. We talk about her, and we keep pictures of her in the house; we even have a blanket she crocheted on our bed.
Three ex-wives and a reputation of being an uncaring, unfeeling bastard with very few communication skills. And while the communication skills may be lacking, I feel deeply and with my body, heart, and soul. That's actually one of the main reasons I don't let people in. And contrary to popular belief, I care very deeply about everyone on my team. Yes, even McGee.
Isn't it amazing a man like me
Can feel this way
Tell me how much longer
It can grow stronger every day
How much longer
Maybe Tony was the reason my last three marriages didn't last. With every woman I dated after Shannon's death, I looked for a replacement, someone to take that place in my heart, to stop the hurt, to fill the empty space in my bed and my home.
Then I met Tony. He walked, or rather pushed his way into my life, home, bed, and heart just when I'd come to the conclusion that I was better off alone, that I was meant to feel as if my heart had been ripped apart forever.
I expected Tony to last at NCIS. He really is a great agent. But, lasting in my life was completely different. It wasn't that Tony isn't good enough for me; I'm not good enough for Tony.
No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today
Whenever I see you smile at me
No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today
Whenever I see your smiling face my way
No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today
No one can tell me that I'm doing wrong today
But here we are, three years later, still together.
I stepped out of the car at NCIS, and saw Tony sitting on the steps, grinning at me, holding two cups of coffee. I walked up to him, throwing my empty cup in the trash can. And as Tony stood and handed me one of the cups, I couldn't help but smile back.
The End