A Dare, Or Something More Sinister?
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS... I'm just taking the characters for a spin!
Author's Notes: Thank-you all for the reviews, I'm glad you all like it... as always a few more wouldn't go unnoticed! Please!
This chapter is shorter than the rest of them, but hopefully the upcoming chapters will make up for it.
Merry xmas to all!
And of course, again a gigantic thankyou to Kate for her brilliant inspiration and fantastic work!
Tony slammed the door to yet another cabin and leaned against it. He jumped slightly as he heard a cup smash from the other side of the door; they must have thrown it at the door.
"Unhappy customer?" Kate asked as she came out of a cabin on the other side of the hall
"You could say that" Tony replied, moving onto the next door
"So, you and Gibbs have never slept together. Yet he knows what your tat is of" Tony said
"He doesn't know, Tony" Kate replied
"Sure he doesn't" Tony said, kicking down the next door, but found no-one inside. He quickly searched the cabin, but came out empty. He closed the door and watched Kate do the same
"So, have you ever kissed?" Tony asked
"If I say yes will you shut-up about it?" Kate asked, pausing in-front of the next door
"Yep" Tony replied and smiled
They simultaneously kicked open the doors and searched the next cabins. They met outside the closed doors again.
"Did it involve tongue?" Tony asked
Kate rolled her eyes and kicked open the door to the next cabin. Tony gave a small laugh and did the same. "NCIS, against the wall now!" he shouted as he found two officers in the bed, then cocked an eye-brow at them, "Actually, stay right where you are" he commanded. He searched the room and glanced at the two in the bed. Kate walked in and looked at the expression on his face.
"Honestly Tony, couldn't you just wait till we get back?" she asked
He walked out of the room and closed the door, leaning against it. Kate went to the next cabin and searched through it. When she came back to the hall-way, she noticed Tony hadn't moved. "Tony, why are you acting like you've never seen that before?" she asked
Tony looked up at her, raising his eyebrows, "Did you see the painting above the bed?" he asked. Kate gave him a blank gaze, he continued, "Called Ice-cream Magic by some relatively unknown painter…"
"So…?" Kate asked
"Ice-cream" Tony said, subconsciously licking his lips. Kate rolled her eyes and almost said something, but was cut off by Tony, "It reminds me of something, my gut tells me it's important, but…"
"Ice-cream?" Kate asked, "On a day like today?" she remembered it had been raining when they arrived, "Too cold"
There was a moment of silence as the two were lost in their own thoughts. Kate gasped and looked at Tony, "Oh my God". Tony looked at Kate, waiting for her to explain.
"Kate?" he asked
"Gibbs, Kitchen, Freezer, Now!" she said, taking off at a run
Gibbs tried to open his eyes, but something was keeping them closed. He reached up his arm from where it lay across his chest, immediately feeling the warmth leave. Ignoring the pain caused by moving his arm, he rubbed his eyes, feeling icicles on his eye-lashes. He gently removed the gunk and blinked a few times, trying to get his bearings. There was frozen meat hanging from hooks in one corner and other food sitting on shelves on the other side of the room. He lifted his head, but the room began to spin, doing a whole 360. He put his head back on the ground, fearing he would lose consciousness again and in the present conditions, he decided that was not a good idea. He broke into a fit of coughing and tried to sit up again, his coughing eventually subdued to a wheeze. He was surprised by how weak he felt and sounded. Grasping the pole of the set of shelves, he pulled himself into a sitting position. He tried to bite back the cry of pain as he did so, his muscles burning from the cold, lack of movement and whatever else. Leaned against the shelves, he took deep breaths, trying to coax his vision to stop doing whirl-a-twirls. He pulled his jacket tighter as his body continued to tremble, vaguely noting that his breath was hardly making an impression on the air. He watched for the 'smoke'-like impression that he would normally have got and frowned when not a lot happened. Wondering how long he'd been in there, he looked at his watch, wiping off a layer of icicles; he calculated that he'd been in here for around 5-6 hours.
He began coughing again, so intensely that his body was rocked backwards and forwards by the coughs; he was unable to stop the shout of pain as his head hit the pole he was leaning against. He felt blood trickle down his neck and tried to keep his eyes open as he was overcome by an immense tiredness. It would be so easy to give in and let the tiredness consume him, take him to a warm, comfy place, he mused. He sighed, setting off another coughing attack, which in turn, made every part of his body ache. It subsided to deep wheezes and Gibbs closed his eyes to stop the world spinning. He thought of his time at NCIS, and thought of all the time he'd spent with Kate but had never told her what he truly thought of her…
"Gibbs!" he heard a mumbled call. He tried bringing himself back from wherever his mind had wondered and opened his eyes to gaze at the door
That's it for chapter 17... I hope you like it! Please review, please!