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sinderella81) wrote2011-11-29 06:55 am
sinderella81) wrote2011-11-29 06:55 am
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Fic: 022. After Death
Title: 022. After Death (but not a death fic)
Rating: G
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre: Established Relationship, slight Angst
Summary: Tony gets some sad news
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: I don't own them ...
A/N: Written for my Tibbs Prompt Chart. You'll be able to find them in my chart or my memories
A/N 2: This takes place in what I call my Will!verse, where Tony's inherited money from his father's estate ... others in this 'verse are in the prompt chart
A/N 3: I apologize in advance and ... please don't yell at me too much *ducks and hides*
The week had been quiet at work … almost too quiet. Ziva and Tony had been working on cold cases, McGee was updating various case databases, and Gibbs had used the time to update his agents’ files and reviews.
“It’s too quiet,” Ziva commented, closing the file on her desk. “The calm before the thunder.”
“Storm,” Tony said. “Calm before the storm.”
Ziva just rolled her eyes. McGee cracked a grin from behind his computer monitor, and Gibbs just sighed. “You’ll be begging for time like this when we catch a hot case,” he said.
“I wish we would catch a hot case,” Ziva said. “I am tired of cold cases.”
“I don’t mind cold cases,” Tony said. “Sometimes all a case needs is a new set of eyes.”
Gibbs looked over the top of his computer and gave his senior agent a grin. He was about to comment further when Tony’s phone rang.
“DiNozzo,” Tony said, cradling the phone between his ear and his shoulder. “Yes, this is Anthony DiNozzo, Junior … I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
Gibbs stopped working and looked over the top of his computer at Tony. He could see the blood drain from his senior agent’s face. He stopped working and stepped out from behind his desk.
“He’s … okay … I’ll … I’ll contact you as soon as I can to arrange for … “ The phone slipped from Tony’s shoulder and hit the floor with a loud thwack. Gibbs was at Tony’s side in an instant.
“What’s wrong, Tony?” Gibbs asked gently, cupping his senior agent’s cheek, the lights glinting off the platinum ring on his left ring finger. While he and Tony were open about their recent marriage, they tended to keep a professional relationship at work.
“That was Georgetown University Hospital,” Tony whispered. “They … my father was brought in last night.”
“Is he okay?” Gibbs asked, rubbing his thumb across Tony’s cheekbone. With his right hand, he hung up the phone; the hospital could call back if they needed to.
Tony shook his head and swallowed a few times. “He … he died this morning,” he whispered.
“Tony.” Gibbs pulled Tony into his arms, sitting on the floor behind Tony’s desk, tugging his husband with him. “Oh Tony.”
Ziva and McGee stood and moved over to Tony’s desk, standing guard as Gibbs comforted Tony.
Tony buried his face in Gibbs’ shirt, trying to control his emotions; the bullpen was not a good place to have an emotional breakdown. “I knew he was sick,” he whispered, his voice muffled. “Just didn’t know … “
“I know,” Gibbs murmured, rubbing Tony’s back. “Ziva, tell Vance we’re going home.”
Ziva nodded and immediately headed up to the Director’s office.
“I … I can work,” Tony said as he stood up. He reached for some tissues and wiped his face.
“Like hell,” Gibbs said. “We don’t have a hot case right now, we’re going home.”
“I’ll call you if anything comes up,” McGee said, watching as Gibbs grabbed Tony’s things and herded him to the elevator.
Once in the elevator, Gibbs pulled Tony close and gave him a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, Tony,” he murmured. “It’s going to be okay.”
Tony shook his head. “My dad is gone, Jethro,” he whispered. “We were just … getting close. What am I supposed to do now?”
Gibbs sighed softly and rubbed Tony’s back. “Live,” he whispered. “It’s going to hurt like hell for a while, but … “
“It’ll get better?” Tony said bitterly.
“No,” Gibbs replied, cupping Tony’s cheek. “You just get better at dealing.”
Tony gave a shaky sigh and nodded. “You’ll be there?” he asked.
“Every step of the way,” Gibbs promised. “At your side, every step of the way.”
Rating: G
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Genre: Established Relationship, slight Angst
Summary: Tony gets some sad news
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: I don't own them ...
A/N: Written for my Tibbs Prompt Chart. You'll be able to find them in my chart or my memories
A/N 2: This takes place in what I call my Will!verse, where Tony's inherited money from his father's estate ... others in this 'verse are in the prompt chart
A/N 3: I apologize in advance and ... please don't yell at me too much *ducks and hides*
The week had been quiet at work … almost too quiet. Ziva and Tony had been working on cold cases, McGee was updating various case databases, and Gibbs had used the time to update his agents’ files and reviews.
“It’s too quiet,” Ziva commented, closing the file on her desk. “The calm before the thunder.”
“Storm,” Tony said. “Calm before the storm.”
Ziva just rolled her eyes. McGee cracked a grin from behind his computer monitor, and Gibbs just sighed. “You’ll be begging for time like this when we catch a hot case,” he said.
“I wish we would catch a hot case,” Ziva said. “I am tired of cold cases.”
“I don’t mind cold cases,” Tony said. “Sometimes all a case needs is a new set of eyes.”
Gibbs looked over the top of his computer and gave his senior agent a grin. He was about to comment further when Tony’s phone rang.
“DiNozzo,” Tony said, cradling the phone between his ear and his shoulder. “Yes, this is Anthony DiNozzo, Junior … I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
Gibbs stopped working and looked over the top of his computer at Tony. He could see the blood drain from his senior agent’s face. He stopped working and stepped out from behind his desk.
“He’s … okay … I’ll … I’ll contact you as soon as I can to arrange for … “ The phone slipped from Tony’s shoulder and hit the floor with a loud thwack. Gibbs was at Tony’s side in an instant.
“What’s wrong, Tony?” Gibbs asked gently, cupping his senior agent’s cheek, the lights glinting off the platinum ring on his left ring finger. While he and Tony were open about their recent marriage, they tended to keep a professional relationship at work.
“That was Georgetown University Hospital,” Tony whispered. “They … my father was brought in last night.”
“Is he okay?” Gibbs asked, rubbing his thumb across Tony’s cheekbone. With his right hand, he hung up the phone; the hospital could call back if they needed to.
Tony shook his head and swallowed a few times. “He … he died this morning,” he whispered.
“Tony.” Gibbs pulled Tony into his arms, sitting on the floor behind Tony’s desk, tugging his husband with him. “Oh Tony.”
Ziva and McGee stood and moved over to Tony’s desk, standing guard as Gibbs comforted Tony.
Tony buried his face in Gibbs’ shirt, trying to control his emotions; the bullpen was not a good place to have an emotional breakdown. “I knew he was sick,” he whispered, his voice muffled. “Just didn’t know … “
“I know,” Gibbs murmured, rubbing Tony’s back. “Ziva, tell Vance we’re going home.”
Ziva nodded and immediately headed up to the Director’s office.
“I … I can work,” Tony said as he stood up. He reached for some tissues and wiped his face.
“Like hell,” Gibbs said. “We don’t have a hot case right now, we’re going home.”
“I’ll call you if anything comes up,” McGee said, watching as Gibbs grabbed Tony’s things and herded him to the elevator.
Once in the elevator, Gibbs pulled Tony close and gave him a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, Tony,” he murmured. “It’s going to be okay.”
Tony shook his head. “My dad is gone, Jethro,” he whispered. “We were just … getting close. What am I supposed to do now?”
Gibbs sighed softly and rubbed Tony’s back. “Live,” he whispered. “It’s going to hurt like hell for a while, but … “
“It’ll get better?” Tony said bitterly.
“No,” Gibbs replied, cupping Tony’s cheek. “You just get better at dealing.”
Tony gave a shaky sigh and nodded. “You’ll be there?” he asked.
“Every step of the way,” Gibbs promised. “At your side, every step of the way.”