Author: Bfcat
Archive: Just ask

Genre: Slash, AU, angst…?
Warnings: Non-con…maybe. If I have it, it will be explicit. Ummm…don't pick up the soap:P
Summary: Gibbs get sent to prison for two years. Why? Read and find out. While there, he meets Spike…and Spike's personal boy: Tony.

Pairings: Gibbs/Tony, Tony/Spike

Rating: T (PG-13-ish…for now…)

A/N: Well…this is what I get for reading a Xander/Spike (Buffy) fanfic while watching Prisonbreak, and then watching NCIS right after. sighs Geez…ok, kind of making this up as I go. I have a rough idea of how this will go, but…well…when I say "rough" I mean a scene or two. So I basically have as much as an idea of what's going to happen as you do. So uhh…enjoy.

Staring down the row of cells, angry eyes glaring back at him, he couldn't help but briefly regret his actions.

Briefly.

And then he was being dragged down to his own cell, and was met face to face with his cellmate…one big, burly man who didn't seem happy to see him. The guard shoved him into the cell, signaled for the other guard to shut the cell doors shut, and the next thing Leroy Jethro Gibbs knew, he was alone with his cellmate. Both men kept quiet, and that was the way it was. Gibbs looked around his cell, sighed,and ploppedonto the bottom part of the bunk bed, studiously ignoring the glare from his new cellmate.

Well…only two years, right?

How bad could it be?

Tony watched as the new guy was put into his cell. He tensed as he felt lips ghost over his ear, hot breath beating down his neck.

"He's old, ain't he? Think it's his first time?" he forced himself to relax, and shrugged.

"Does it matter, Spike? He's just another pound of new meat," Tony turned away, pretending he didn't care, because really, he didn't.

Not one bit.

Didn't notice how good the guy looked with silver hair and his confident stride.

Nope, not at all.

Tony rolled his eyes and leaned against the bars.

'I'm so screwed…' he thought to himself.

Gibbs looked out over the courtyard: drug dealers, killers, molesters, thieves, cons, everyone just trudging around the place like their lives were sucked out. They were all huddled in some group or another, whispering to each other, shooting glares at other groups, death threats being exchanged, no doubt. Weapons, drugs, anything from the outside world being smuggled from hand to hand, shifty eyes making sure no guards caught on. That was what went down in the courtyard, that…and the "top dogs" in the prison strutting their stuff, no doubt trying to start another mini war.

But Gibbs was no fool. He knew to stay out of that prison political bullshit as long as possible, better to just keep to oneself than the become a part of some
"family", and get killed by another "family".

'Just survive these two years, and you're free. Just…keep to yourself.'

"So you're the new guy, eh?" Gibbs flinched, and then turned around, a scowl firmly on his face.

How the hell did anyone sneak up on him like that? He was a (ex) marine!

'That's what you get for daydreaming…' a voice snidely put in, but he squished it, and instead looked at the man with level eyes. Making sure to keep his face blank.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" The man smirked, and then held out his hand.

An invitation?

Gibbs didn't take it. The hand was gone, but the man didn't seem angry.

"Spike. I'm the go-to man when you got problems, ain't that right?" Gibbs finally noticed the young man behind "Spike", as he stepped out from behind the man.

'Was he hiding from me?'

"Yeah. He's real helpful, a goodfriendto have." He quietly replied, avoiding the ex-marine's gaze. Spike just grinned and pulled his pocket inside out. Gibbs watched as the new guy grabbed a hold of it, still avoiding his gaze.

"This here's my boy, Tony. Real pretty, ain't he?" Tony stayed quiet.

"Yeah…" and he was. Gibbs couldn't help but notice that Tony was young too. What the hell did this kid do to end up here? And why? He certainly didn't look like one of those "rebel without a cause" types.

"So tell me…"

"Gibbs."

"Ah, so tell me, Gibbs." Spike said his name with a smack of his lips, "What do you think about them nigger types?"

"Nothin' wrong with them, far as I'm concerned." He coolly replied. Judging by the wince on Tony's face, that wasn't the right answer. Spike's face went blank, all façade of friendliness was gone.

"Oh? So you a nigger lover, than? Like them more than your own people, do ya'?" Spike spat on him, and stalked off. Tony followed after him, hand still holding the pocket.

Unable to resist, Tony looked back at the new guy, and quashed down the feeling of pity…and regret.

If Spike offers you a position to join his group, you just don't turn it down.

Didn't he realize that?

A/N:I'm surePrisonbreakfanshave noticed some similarities, but not much. Don't worry Prisonbreak fans,it won't end upbeing anything like the plot outline in that show...if I continue this. I dunno'…maybe, if people like it. God, I'm so lazy! XD. So uhh…R&R.