STORY TITLE: To the Last Round
CHAPTER TITLE: seeing is deceiving
WORD COUNT: 1,618
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS I only own my made up agents, and the made up murders within this story. Everything else belongs to the ever-lovely NCIS universe.
RATING: M = MATURE CONTENT EVENTUALLY (A RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN GIBBS AND TONY—DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ)
CHAPTER ONE:
His sparkling green eyes stand out from under controlled brown eyebrows, quirked in the common facial expression of calm confidence and teenage arrogance. A white polo rests lightly upon his form, accentuating all the right places, and making his sun-kissed skin glow in the afternoon light.
Jethro can't take his eyes off him. Steely blue irises coldly assess the youth before him. "Special. Agent. Leroy. Jethro. Gibbs." The boy sounds out each individual word as he reads them off Gibbs' NCIS badge. He rolls the names around on his tongue, tantalizing Jethro with the way he says them.
"Anthony quit playing around, answer his questions so we can leave," DiNozzo senior hisses, breaking the moment of perfect eye contact between the two.
"Yes, sir." Tony replies placating his temperamental father with a sickly sweet tone. DiNozzo senior might not mind, but Gibbs definitely noted the sarcastic quality to Tony's reply. "Agent Gibbs, was there anything else?"
It takes a moment for Jethro to pull out of his thoughts, but he easily shifts his focus back on task. He tries to ignore the hint of a hairless chest teasing him from the open collar of Tony's polo. "Your stepmother, when did you last see her?"
"Dad wasn't home the day she died; it was just me and her. I was lounging by the pool when she came out and told me she was going out to meet some friends for a late lunch. However, if I remember correctly she looked more prepared to turn a few tricks, than go to a nice restaurant—" Tony stops short as he glances towards his father, shame and anger crossing the older man's face. Jethro resists the urge to shift into defensive mode. The glint of malice directed towards Tony from his own father is slightly unnerving. Gibbs carefully watches the clenched fist of an angry DiNozzo senior, already prepared to drag the youth out of the way.
"Tony follow me." Gibbs crooks his finger, realizing that any of the good information he could possibly get out of the boy might be ruined with his overbearing father standing right behind him.
"On your six sir." Tony jokes lightly, mock saluting the older man. DiNozzo had been fooling around with naval terms since he had heard that Gibbs had been a Marine. It pleased Jethro slightly to hear the kid acting so calm around him, and it was a little hard for him to admit that he liked hearing the boy speak to him that way. Gibbs couldn't help liking the idea of Tony working as his subordinate one day, the kid just seemed to naturally ease the tension building between the man's shoulder blades. Usually, talking to people caused a headache and strained his nerves, but Tony had actually cooled the pain in his temples that DiNozzo senior had placed there.
Gibbs leads them into a conference room, pleased with the less tense setting that DiNozzo senior was making it. "Tony sit."
"Yes sir." Unlike when he answered his father, Tony now sounded sincere with his words, obediently sitting in the rolly chair presented to him.
"How was your relationship between you and your stepmother?" Gibbs asks bluntly, trying to again pick up the train of conversation, he had been on earlier with the boy.
"—you won't tell my dad what I say right?" Gibbs nods quickly, unwilling to give the other man a reason to beat his son.
Jethro had known the DiNozzo family for quite a while, Anthony DiNozzo Senior was best friends with the director of NCIS and he often frequented here when he ran into some trouble. Gibbs was introduced to him a few years back, and even then, he hadn't liked him. However, when the man finally brought in his (at the time, two years ago) fifteen year old son, Anthony DiNozzo Junior, Jethro couldn't control himself. A pulse of possessiveness rushed through him every time he had looked at the youth that one fateful day.
It hadn't helped that Tony had decided to wear a shirt that was too small for him, it hugged every single curve of his chest and abs, while also being too short. So, when Tony started talking expressively with his hands to Gibbs, the shirt would pull up, exposing those wonderful tan muscles underneath. Jethro was even more tortured when he realized Tony was riding his jeans low that day, giving the older man a perfect glimpse of the faint pubic hair trail leading down from the boy's naval.
Seeing the boy today, Jethro can't believe the kid is only seventeen years old. His body looks at least that of a nineteen year old, and the way he skips through different ways of speaking—such as being able to talk like a normal teenager or also being able to hold an intelligent conversation with Gibbs—would lead any adult astray into thinking he was at least in his second or third year of college.
"This has to be my seventh stepmother Special Agent Gibbs, she wasn't that interesting, nor that stand out. I tolerated her, and she tolerated me. Simple as that. Sorry to say, but she was highly insignificant in my life, I mean I'm a senior in high school, my stepmother didn't interest me at all. Especially knowing that she would be divorcing my father in no time, like all the others." Tony speaks with unabashed honesty, trusting Gibbs to guard his words like a priceless jewel.
"Do you know who she was going to meet?" Gibbs asks softly, not expecting the kid to know anything else, it had been pretty much laid out that Tony didn't pay any attention to the twenty-something woman who had been planned to walk out of his life faster than she had weaseled her way in. So, went the way of all DiNozzo Senior's past marriages. The only one that stayed the longest was Tony's mother, but the she was killed in a car accident before she could truly make an impact on Tony's life.
The idea that the kid had to suffer with DiNozzo Senior for all those years angered Gibbs to no end, unable to even fathom the verbal and physical abuse that the kid must have suffered.
"Not really…I did have a suspicion that she was cheating on my father. I heard her talking to a male friend one day on the phone, but who knows." Tony reaches absentmindedly to scratch his stomach, pushing the fabric up with his hand and letting his fingers dance over his flesh.
Jethro let his eyes wander down to the glimpses of tanned flesh waiting for him. Unthinkingly licking his lips at the sight of Tony's taunt abdominals.
He gaze hardens though, catching sight of a weirdly shaped bruise marring the boy's perfect skin. Before he can stop himself, his hand reaches out to brush delicate fingers over the exposed area of the bruise. A light whimper escapes Tony's mouth, his hand raising the shirt slightly higher. Embarrassment and shame cross his face, tinting his cheeks red as he lets his gaze drop from Gibbs'.
"…Did he…?" Gibbs' question remained unfinished, but Tony knew exactly where he had been going with it.
"Yes,…I snuck out last week, and he found out…when I came home the other day he…was angry…" Tony's voice cracks lightly leaving the sentence unfinished, but Gibbs' fingers still connect them. Lightly he strokes the oddly colored flesh, wishing anything to go out there and beat the hell out of that ungrateful prick, but that wouldn't solve anything.
A knock at the door sounds, swiftly moving them apart, Tony's shirt falls to rest back in correct order. Without a sound, Gibbs pulls out his card, and quickly scratches down his cell phone number on the back. He slides the card across the edge of the table to Tony, who takes it with gracious eyes. "Gibbs…" Tony starts, but the door to the conference room bursts open.
An angry DiNozzo senior marches in, much to the protest of Gibbs' agent, Danny Thomson—a good agent by all means, and Gibbs' right hand man at the moment. "As I was just telling you Mr. DiNozzo," Danny bites out, throwing Gibbs' an annoyed look, "Special Agent Gibbs needs time to make sure we know everything that Tony saw that night before your late wife died."
The long string of wives that Anthony DiNozzo Senior had married all came from seedy parts of town, but sadly, this time he picked a dud. The late Lauren DiNozzo, had gotten herself into a real mess before getting murdered a week ago. She had been found chopped into pieces, her body parts mixed with that of a Master Chief Petty Officer and found near a seedy motel. Now that Tony had confirmed Jethro's suspicions of Mrs. DiNozzo having an affair, the idea that Mr. DiNozzo had found out and killed them both seemed a lot more plausible.
"It's okay Thomson, DiNozzo Junior told me little to nothing." Jethro covers, eyeing DiNozzo Senior warily. His instincts to protect the young man overwhelming him. He glances to Tony, who looks perfectly nonchalant, a tiny smirk plastered onto his face. "Mr. DiNozzo," Jethro dismisses the man with his tone, watching the father gesture for his son to follow him. Tony lurches forward, throwing a wink a Gibbs over his shoulder.
"See yah, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs." Tony huskily murmurs, rushing to follow his father when DiNozzo Senior barks at him from down the hallway.
"What was that about?" Danny Thomson questions, scratching the hair on the back of his neck.
"Go see them out." Jethro orders, purposefully ignoring the question.
Thanks for reading the first chapter of my new fic.
this is my first time writing Gibbs/DiNozzo slash so please forgive me if i'm awful at it.
comments are much appreciated!
-alex