Jethro gets a visit
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Jethro watches as Tony loads up his car and pushes away the unwanted feeling of wanting him to stay before giving him a fake smile as he watches him leave for his new flat...leaving him alone once more. He sighs as he flattens his ears while wrapping his tail around his waist (Well...you wanted him gone and now he has) with that he heads inside and takes a seat on the couch. He sits there feeling sorry for himself, wishing he could have fully forgiven Tony for the Past...but still feels unable to do so (Why can't I let go of the Past?) he gazes around the room, which for the last week has been filled with companionship and laughter...only for him to push Tony away and into finding a new place to live. He shakes his head and goes to head to the Basement, only to growl as his mobile goes off and he sighs as he answers it "Gibbs"
"Hey Probie! Thats no way to answer the phone"
He rolls his eyes as he takes a seat "What do you want Boss?"
"Seriously Probie, you need to get Laid"
Jethro growls and forces his fur to lie flat "Mike, I am not in the mood for one of your lectures"
A sigh echoes down the line "Ok, Probie, ok...anyways, Stan and Kate have been moaning about the fact we haven't been spending time as a Team of late-"
The Liger huffs "Mike I'd rather not-"
"No Probie! No! Abby and Ducky have also been on at me and so, we are all going to this party thing and YOU are going"
Jethro snarls and lashes his tail "You can't force me to go, Mike! I don't want to go out! I don't want to hang out and I don't need to get laid!" with that he cuts the call, refusing to answer as it rings once more. He growls and heads into the Basement.
(A Hour Later)
A growl escapes his chest as he hears his door opens and recognises the footsteps as his Boss's before glaring at the top of the stairs.
Mike slits his eyes as he glares back at the Liger "You are one miserable Bastard, you know"
Jethro just bares his teeth and hisses "You are only the Boss of me when we're at Work! Not here, not in my own home!"
The Schnauzer growls at him and its his only warning before he is pinned against the desk with his arms, painfully, twisted behind his back.
Mike narrows his eyes as he snaps his jaws near the Felines neck "You really need to get that fucking stick out of your arse!" he grabs a handful of the short silver mane and roughly tugs at it, smirking at the wince of pain before leaning down "I am fed up of your fucking attitude! I don't give a flying fuck about what has caused you to be this way, but when it effects the morale of MY Team and causes unneeded tension during Work hours...it becomes my problem!" he tugs the Feline up before shoving him against the boat "Now...you either put a fucking smile on your face and go to this Party of Abbys...or you are off My Team and stuck on desk duty until Retirement! Your choice!"
Jethro snarls as he pulls away, shaking out his pelt as he hisses in outrage "You can't do that!"
Mike just slits his eyes "Try me, Probie!"
The Liger just growls before lowering his gaze in defeat "Fine...I'll go"
The Schnauzer nods and passes him his hip flask "Take a swig"
He does as he is told, grimacing at the burn as he passes it back "Serious Mike...why do you drink that crap?"
A chuckle escapes his chest as he leans against the worktop "I dunno, Leroy...maybe the same reason you always begin this 'dance' of Dominace between us" with that he stares at him while raising a white eyebrow.
Jethro sighs and returns the shrug while turning and grabbing his bottle of Bourbon, taking a swig from the bottle "I don't know why I am always aggressive-" he slits his eyes as Mike goes to interrupt "-don't you dare tell me its because I 'need' a good fuck!"
Mike holds up his hands in surrender "I wasn't going to say nothing"
Jethro glares at him for a bit longer before sighing and taking another swig from the bottle "It...it just feels instinctual...like I need to prove my place within the Pack"
Mike cocks his head to one side "Pack? Jethro...that's a Canine word" at the nod, it clicks and he straightens "I got it!"
The Feline glances up in confusion, tinged with hope "Yeah?"
He rolls his eyes as he states "Your time in the Marines...you were the only Feline in a group of seven Canines" at the slow nod, he smiles "You must have picked up some of their behaviours and attitude...as I have noticed that you are more comfortable with the dogs rather than the cats"
Jethro flattens his ears in thought and sighs "I think your right, Mike" he gazes at the ceiling "You don't know how hard it was to prove to the rest of them that I deserved to be a part of their Team...that I was good enough...that I belonged"
Mike flattens his own ears before shaking himself and straightening. He walks over to the depressing Feline and cuffs him across the back of his head "Snap out of these depressing thoughts!" he glares into the ice blue eyes and stated "You belong...you are my Beta and I won't hear nothing that says otherwise!"
Jethro growls while rubbing the back of his head "Fine! Whatever you say, Mike!" with that he takes another swig of his bourbon "So...when is this stupid party?"
The Canine takes another swig of his hip flask before patting the Liger on the back as he heads for the stairs "Tomorrow night, Abby and Bishop are headed over and shall be here in ten-" he pauses and glares at him "-and be nice!"
Jethro growls but flattens his ears as he hears two squeals of excitement and turns to Mike with a pleading look "Don't leave me alone with them! Please Mike!"
The Schnauzer laughs and shakes his head as he opens the door, jumping to the side as the Spitz and Calico rush pass him. His smile widens as he watches the girls pounce on the startled Liger and chuckles as he takes his leave.