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Category: NCIS/Judging Amy crossover. Slash (implied this part). Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Rating: R at most Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo/OMC Series: Perhaps Spoilers: None intended – not canon Summary: Ben is slightly under 18. Tony seeks help. Gibbs is caught out by Tony's late-night pronouncement. But only for a heartbeat.
Archive: Just tell me where it's going Additional stuff': A challenge from the NCIS group – Gibbs and Tony have a child. I couldn't quite manage that but still…
Title: Shopping List - Two
Ben was startled by the knock at the door. Since the incident in the grocery store he had been unsettled, unable to concentrate on either his school work or the TV. Leaving the chain on the door, he opened it a little way.
'Yeah?'
'Hi…I'm Jethro Gibbs…I live down the street. I borrowed a sander from your Dad and I wanted to return it.'
Ben frowned, looking through the gap in the door. 'Where is it?'
'What?'
'The sander.'
'Oh…uh…it's too big to carry…I'll need your Dad's help.' Gibbs lied.
'He's not in right now.'
'Is he at work? I can come back.'
In the background, the oven timer pinged.
Ben bit his lip. 'I…gotta go.'
Gibbs looked past the boy into the hallway. 'When did they leave?'
'Who?' Ben frowned warily.
'Your parents.' Gibbs said, patience wearing thin.
'They're coming back any day!' Ben rushed out.
'Open the door kid…I'm not dangerous.'
'How do I know that?'
'Because I said so.' Gibbs snapped.
A moment later, the chain slid off and the door opened. 'They're in the Congo. They call all the time and I've got enough money. For food and stuff.'
Gibbs looked around the living room, experienced eyes missing nothing. 'How long have they been away?'
'Couple of months. But it's okay. I'm 18.'
'What's your name?'
'Ben.'
'You steal textbooks Ben?'
'What?!' Ben looked suddenly panicked.
'Chemistry for High School students.' Gibbs gestured at the pile of books on the coffee table. 'Either you took them from the local High School or they're yours. Which is it?'
Ben turned away from the penetrating blue eyes staring at him. Softly he admitted: 'They're mine.'
'Maxine Gray.'
'Hey Ms Gray…it's Tony Dinozzo…you won't remember…'
'Little Anthony?'
Tony chuckled. 'Yeah.'
'How are you?'
'I'm okay but I need your help.'
On the other end of the line, Maxine tried to work out how old 'little Anthony' had to be now…maybe thirty? 'What with?'
'It's a long story…and it's…complicated.'
Maxine groaned inwardly and dropped into her chair. 'Okay, I'm listening.'
Gray residence, Connecticut, that evening…
'Mom! You can't just fly to DC…' Amy threw up her hands in exasperation.
'It'll only be a day or two Amy.' Maxine reassured. 'I'll be back in plenty of time for Thanksgiving.'
Amy scowled. 'You'd better be.'
Ignoring her, Maxine continued to pack her bag. Little Anthony. A prisoner in a gilded cage. She remembered him clearly. And the man who had called her. What was his name? She frowned as she thought back. Michael…something.
'Tony…'
Tony looked up from the spaghetti he had been twirling on his fork for the past several minutes.
'You'll hate me.'
Frowning, Gibbs reached across, stilling Tony's shaking hand. 'Tell me.'
So Tony did…how it felt to be fifteen and left in a cell with drunk and stoned and angry adult men until the morning after it happened when his parents finally decided he'd 'learned his lesson' and could be released. Even then they couldn't be bothered to collect him, instead waiting until a police officer drove him home.
Gibbs shifted between anger and sadness as he listened, getting up, pulling Tony to his feet. 'This is going to be a nightmare.'
Tony settled into Gibbs' strong arms, letting his cheek rest on the firm warm shoulder. 'I'm sorry.'
Gibbs' frame shook as he chuckled. 'Oh Tony…your Ms Gray is just gonna love this.'
Tony sniffed as he lifted his head. 'She's used to me.'
'She's never met me.' Gibbs reminded him.
'She'll love you. I do.'
Gibbs felt his heart skip a beat. 'Tony…'
Tony straightened up, smiling. 'It's okay, if you don't…you know. I don't mind.'
Gibbs felt his throat constrict. To love and not even need to be loved back… 'Tony…'
Tony smiled a watery half-smile. 'You do. I know.'
Gibbs sighed deeply. 'Yes. Now, we need to get to bed.' Tony giggled softly and Gibbs rolled his eyes. 'The plane lands at seven. We're gonna need to be up at six to get there.'
Tony smiled and kissed Gibbs gently. 'Thank you.'
Taken aback, Gibbs stared at Tony for a moment, before managing: 'Don't thank me. You're driving.'
'I meant…'
Gibbs nodded. 'That's the first time…you've never…'
Tony nodded, smiling happily. 'I know. I just wanted to.'
Gibbs smiled a rare smile. 'That's the last time you do that until your Ms Gray leaves.'
Tony nodded. 'In that case, there's a whole load of other stuff we'll have to do tonight.' He ducked reflexively as he spoke, avoiding Gibbs' hand as it snapped up, missing his head by the smallest margin.
End of Part Two…
Category: NCIS/Judging Amy crossover. Slash (implied this part). Hurt/Comfort. Angst. Rating: R at most Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo/OMC Series: Perhaps Spoilers: None intended – not canon Summary: Ben is slightly under 18. Tony seeks help. Gibbs is caught out by Tony's late-night pronouncement. But only for a heartbeat.
Archive: Just tell me where it's going Additional stuff': A challenge from the NCIS group – Gibbs and Tony have a child. I couldn't quite manage that but still…
Title: Shopping List - Two
Ben was startled by the knock at the door. Since the incident in the grocery store he had been unsettled, unable to concentrate on either his school work or the TV. Leaving the chain on the door, he opened it a little way.
'Yeah?'
'Hi…I'm Jethro Gibbs…I live down the street. I borrowed a sander from your Dad and I wanted to return it.'
Ben frowned, looking through the gap in the door. 'Where is it?'
'What?'
'The sander.'
'Oh…uh…it's too big to carry…I'll need your Dad's help.' Gibbs lied.
'He's not in right now.'
'Is he at work? I can come back.'
In the background, the oven timer pinged.
Ben bit his lip. 'I…gotta go.'
Gibbs looked past the boy into the hallway. 'When did they leave?'
'Who?' Ben frowned warily.
'Your parents.' Gibbs said, patience wearing thin.
'They're coming back any day!' Ben rushed out.
'Open the door kid…I'm not dangerous.'
'How do I know that?'
'Because I said so.' Gibbs snapped.
A moment later, the chain slid off and the door opened. 'They're in the Congo. They call all the time and I've got enough money. For food and stuff.'
Gibbs looked around the living room, experienced eyes missing nothing. 'How long have they been away?'
'Couple of months. But it's okay. I'm 18.'
'What's your name?'
'Ben.'
'You steal textbooks Ben?'
'What?!' Ben looked suddenly panicked.
'Chemistry for High School students.' Gibbs gestured at the pile of books on the coffee table. 'Either you took them from the local High School or they're yours. Which is it?'
Ben turned away from the penetrating blue eyes staring at him. Softly he admitted: 'They're mine.'
'Maxine Gray.'
'Hey Ms Gray…it's Tony Dinozzo…you won't remember…'
'Little Anthony?'
Tony chuckled. 'Yeah.'
'How are you?'
'I'm okay but I need your help.'
On the other end of the line, Maxine tried to work out how old 'little Anthony' had to be now…maybe thirty? 'What with?'
'It's a long story…and it's…complicated.'
Maxine groaned inwardly and dropped into her chair. 'Okay, I'm listening.'
Gray residence, Connecticut, that evening…
'Mom! You can't just fly to DC…' Amy threw up her hands in exasperation.
'It'll only be a day or two Amy.' Maxine reassured. 'I'll be back in plenty of time for Thanksgiving.'
Amy scowled. 'You'd better be.'
Ignoring her, Maxine continued to pack her bag. Little Anthony. A prisoner in a gilded cage. She remembered him clearly. And the man who had called her. What was his name? She frowned as she thought back. Michael…something.
'Tony…'
Tony looked up from the spaghetti he had been twirling on his fork for the past several minutes.
'You'll hate me.'
Frowning, Gibbs reached across, stilling Tony's shaking hand. 'Tell me.'
So Tony did…how it felt to be fifteen and left in a cell with drunk and stoned and angry adult men until the morning after it happened when his parents finally decided he'd 'learned his lesson' and could be released. Even then they couldn't be bothered to collect him, instead waiting until a police officer drove him home.
Gibbs shifted between anger and sadness as he listened, getting up, pulling Tony to his feet. 'This is going to be a nightmare.'
Tony settled into Gibbs' strong arms, letting his cheek rest on the firm warm shoulder. 'I'm sorry.'
Gibbs' frame shook as he chuckled. 'Oh Tony…your Ms Gray is just gonna love this.'
Tony sniffed as he lifted his head. 'She's used to me.'
'She's never met me.' Gibbs reminded him.
'She'll love you. I do.'
Gibbs felt his heart skip a beat. 'Tony…'
Tony straightened up, smiling. 'It's okay, if you don't…you know. I don't mind.'
Gibbs felt his throat constrict. To love and not even need to be loved back… 'Tony…'
Tony smiled a watery half-smile. 'You do. I know.'
Gibbs sighed deeply. 'Yes. Now, we need to get to bed.' Tony giggled softly and Gibbs rolled his eyes. 'The plane lands at seven. We're gonna need to be up at six to get there.'
Tony smiled and kissed Gibbs gently. 'Thank you.'
Taken aback, Gibbs stared at Tony for a moment, before managing: 'Don't thank me. You're driving.'
'I meant…'
Gibbs nodded. 'That's the first time…you've never…'
Tony nodded, smiling happily. 'I know. I just wanted to.'
Gibbs smiled a rare smile. 'That's the last time you do that until your Ms Gray leaves.'
Tony nodded. 'In that case, there's a whole load of other stuff we'll have to do tonight.' He ducked reflexively as he spoke, avoiding Gibbs' hand as it snapped up, missing his head by the smallest margin.
End of Part Two…