AN: These next ten drabbles are all part of a fic meme that's doing the rounds on lj. You choose a fandom, pairing or character, switch your mp3 player to shuffle and then write ten drabbles based on the next ten songs that come up. You can use the title, lyrics or just the mood of the music for inspiration and you are supposed to complete each drabble in the time it takes for the song to play. Needless to say, I failed on a couple and went over the time limit, but I'll let you know which ones so you can head slap me when I post those. I haven't kept to the usual 300 words max rule. Honestly though, I had great fun with these. Six are gen (all feature Tony in some way or another), three are slash (Gibbs/DiNozzo) and one is het (DiNozzo/Jeanne).
I'm posting them as different chapters so you can skip some if you don't want to be spoiled. There are references to various episodes including S2.22 SWAK, S5.14 Internal Affairs, S5.18-19 Judgement Day, S6.01 Last Man Standing, S6.02 Agent Afloat, S7.03 The inside Man, S7.06 Outlaws and In-laws, S7.10 Faith and one drabble which involves a general spoiler for the upcoming S7 ep Flesh and Blood/Flesh and Bone.
Title: Stay with me. Author: SA3466996. Rating: T, PG-13. Category: Hurt/comfort, Angst. Genre: Gen. Pairing: None. Character(s): Team. Summary: Life is slipping away from one of the team. Spoilers: None. Disclaimer: NCIS characters belong to Bellisario, CBS and Paramount. No copyright infringement intended.
AN: Based on 'Roads' by Portishead (5:09). 285 words
He always knew help was on the way. He just didn't know who would get to him first. When he'd managed to call it in he'd registered the concern in the voice on the end of the line; concern which gave way to a controlled business like, 'Stay with me.' He'd blacked out a few seconds later; how long for was anybody's guess. His head was pounding and blood tracked between his fingers as he pressed loosely against his side.
As he heard the sirens in the distance he managed to draw strength from that voice in his head; the voice that wouldn't let him give up. The same one that taunted him, believed in him - even when he didn't believe in himself. Sucking in a deep breath, he pressed bloodied fingers more firmly against the gaping wound. As warmth spread out across his back he began to realise the implications.
It wouldn't be long now, he thought as the previously light blue walls of the basement office space turned a dirty grey and his peripheral vision began to blur. The pain wasn't so bad now. Closing his eyes, he tried to listen for any indication that the team were any closer. If he could just hang on until they arrived maybe he stood a chance.
Nothing. Silence. He couldn't hear anything. Maybe there was nothing to hear. He should be able to hear something... unless he was...
Pain lanced through his side and he moaned, trying to push away strong hands which were pressing down hard on his right side.
"How's he doing?"
"Lost a lot of blood, Boss. But he's back. EMTs?"
"Two minutes. Keep pressing, DiNozzo."
"C'mon, Probie. Stay with me."