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waldos_writingsTitle: Germ Warfare
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Word Count: 1000 (this version, written forncis1000words, there is a longer version written for Random Fic Is Random.)
Author's Notes: Written for the Random Fic Is Random - Three column challenge at Dreamwidth. Prompts: Gibbs/DiNozzo/somewhere you aren't supposed to be. Also for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ncis1000words challenge #14 - M*A*S*H reverse fandom. Most of you heard me whine about actually being one of the million people in the US who got the flipping N1H1 flu. It sucked a lot. Please don't tell me you're surprised I turned the experience into fic. :)
Summary: There’s finally a flu willing to take on Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
“Vance wants to see you,” Ziva said as Tony came in.
He’d had court that morning, but he’d gotten done early and was back to the office around ten. He looked around the bullpen. “Where’s Gibbs?”
McGee shrugged. “He was here when I got in at eight, but left again around nine.”
“DiNozzo!”
Tony looked up to see Vance leaning over the banister.
“Told you,” Ziva whispered as he tossed his overcoat on his desk.
Tony jogged up the stairs and followed Vance into his office. Four minutes later he jogged back down the stairs and grabbed his overcoat. “I’m going out. McGee, if we get anything, you call me, not Gibbs. I’ll be back later.”
Tony shouldered his way through Gibbs’ front door with groceries and paper bag from the drug store in one hand.
“Gibbs?!” he hollered as he kicked the door shut behind him. He waited and listened. He couldn’t hear anything from the basement.
“Damn, you actually followed orders?” Tony said to himself as he dropped everything on the kitchen table. He poured a glass of orange juice for Gibbs and took it and the pharmacy bag up the stairs to Gibbs’ bedroom.
He sighed at what he saw. “You were not this sick last night,” he said to himself.
Gibbs had the blankets pulled up around his ears even though the room was warm. Tony noticed that Gibbs was both sweating and shivering. He set everything on the bedside table and pressed his hand against Gibbs’ forehead. “Don’t need a thermometer to tell me you have a fever,” he said as Gibbs cracked open his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Gibbs looked confused and he fumbled with the blanket and Tony had a flashback to the only other time he could remember seeing Gibbs uncoordinated – when he’d been dosed with BZ gas and had floundered on a bathroom floor like a landed trout.
“Been there, done that,” Tony told him gently as he straightened the blankets a little and helped Gibbs roll onto his back. “It’s almost eleven. I was done at ten. Then Vance told me that you were sent home with the flu. I said I needed to see it to believe it.” Tony grabbed the thermometer from the bag. “Actually he said you were supposed to go to a doctor, but I ran into Ducky and he said he hadn’t seen you all day.”
When Gibbs opened his mouth to argue, Tony stuck the thermometer in it and gave Gibbs a stern look. Gibbs frowned, but obediently closed his mouth. A few seconds later it beeped and he let Tony take it back, without looking at it. “I’m pretty sure Vance didn’t send you over here to babysit me.”
“It’s a really boring day in the office, boss. And McGee has orders to call me if that changes.” Tony glanced down at the thermometer and fished his cell phone out of his pocket. “What are your other symptoms?” Tony asked. “And don’t try to bullshit me.”
Gibbs was too tired to argue. “Sore throat, congestion, body aches, and a senior field agent who doesn’t understand that when I’m not at work he damn well should be.”
“Uh-huh,” Tony mumbled, ignoring the dig. He stabbed at his phone, “Hey Ducky,” he said before activating the speakerphone. “I’m at Gibbs’ place. Vance sent him home. He has a fever of 102.4, body aches, sore throat, all that. And he actually left work, so you know…”
“Oh dear,” Ducky’s voice sounded tinny through the speaker. “Sounds like there’s finally a flu willing to take on Leroy Jethro Gibbs. You know, it’s awfully late in the year to get the flu. My guess is it’s H1N1, which from all accounts is absolutely miserable.”
“I don’t have the damn swine flu, Duck!” Gibbs yelled into the phone, but ended in a coughing fit that had Tony tossing the phone down and helping Gibbs to sit, knowing that it was easier to cough upright.
When he could breathe again, Gibbs sighed, his head resting on Tony’s shoulder. It was going to be hard to argue with whatever Ducky wanted to do now.
“You know,” Ducky said calmly, “Perhaps it’s best that I come over and see for myself. Anthony you need to give him a couple of aspirin and if there’s any flu medicine in the house, that too. He also needs lots of fluids – not coffee. Obviously, you’ll want to avoid coming into contact with anything that might have germs on it.”
Tony paled, grateful Ducky couldn’t see him. “Um, Ducky… I think that ship has sailed.”
“You can’t have been there that long, Tony. You were in the office not an hour ago,” Ducky replied, confusion clear in his voice.
“No… I think that ship sailed last night,” Tony enunciated. His relationship with Gibbs wasn’t news to Ducky, but obviously Ducky wasn’t going there without prompting.
Ducky’s familiar, “Oh-hh,” made Tony smile despite himself. “Guess I’ll be picking up two prescriptions for Tamiflu.” The line clicked off.
Tony got the pills and gave them to Gibbs with the orange juice. “I kind figured it was something like this.”
Gibbs obediently took the pills and then lay back down. This flu was pure evil. He couldn’t remember ever being this worn out from a bug.
Tony shucked his overcoat, jacket and shoes and crawled up to spoon behind Gibbs on top of the blankets. Gibbs turned, his face clearly saying that he was afraid Tony would get whatever he had, but before he could say it Tony said, “If I didn’t get whatever germs you have last night, I’m not worried I’ll get them now.”
Ducky might argue, but to Gibbs that made perfect sense. Besides, there was nothing Tony could get from the drug store or Ducky could bring from the pharmacy that would make him feel better than his lover curled up around him stroking his hair as he drifted back off to sleep.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Word Count: 1000 (this version, written for
ncis1000words, there is a longer version written for Random Fic Is Random.)Author's Notes: Written for the Random Fic Is Random - Three column challenge at Dreamwidth. Prompts: Gibbs/DiNozzo/somewhere you aren't supposed to be. Also for
ncis1000words challenge #14 - M*A*S*H reverse fandom. Most of you heard me whine about actually being one of the million people in the US who got the flipping N1H1 flu. It sucked a lot. Please don't tell me you're surprised I turned the experience into fic. :)Summary: There’s finally a flu willing to take on Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
“Vance wants to see you,” Ziva said as Tony came in.
He’d had court that morning, but he’d gotten done early and was back to the office around ten. He looked around the bullpen. “Where’s Gibbs?”
McGee shrugged. “He was here when I got in at eight, but left again around nine.”
“DiNozzo!”
Tony looked up to see Vance leaning over the banister.
“Told you,” Ziva whispered as he tossed his overcoat on his desk.
Tony jogged up the stairs and followed Vance into his office. Four minutes later he jogged back down the stairs and grabbed his overcoat. “I’m going out. McGee, if we get anything, you call me, not Gibbs. I’ll be back later.”
Tony shouldered his way through Gibbs’ front door with groceries and paper bag from the drug store in one hand.
“Gibbs?!” he hollered as he kicked the door shut behind him. He waited and listened. He couldn’t hear anything from the basement.
“Damn, you actually followed orders?” Tony said to himself as he dropped everything on the kitchen table. He poured a glass of orange juice for Gibbs and took it and the pharmacy bag up the stairs to Gibbs’ bedroom.
He sighed at what he saw. “You were not this sick last night,” he said to himself.
Gibbs had the blankets pulled up around his ears even though the room was warm. Tony noticed that Gibbs was both sweating and shivering. He set everything on the bedside table and pressed his hand against Gibbs’ forehead. “Don’t need a thermometer to tell me you have a fever,” he said as Gibbs cracked open his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Gibbs looked confused and he fumbled with the blanket and Tony had a flashback to the only other time he could remember seeing Gibbs uncoordinated – when he’d been dosed with BZ gas and had floundered on a bathroom floor like a landed trout.
“Been there, done that,” Tony told him gently as he straightened the blankets a little and helped Gibbs roll onto his back. “It’s almost eleven. I was done at ten. Then Vance told me that you were sent home with the flu. I said I needed to see it to believe it.” Tony grabbed the thermometer from the bag. “Actually he said you were supposed to go to a doctor, but I ran into Ducky and he said he hadn’t seen you all day.”
When Gibbs opened his mouth to argue, Tony stuck the thermometer in it and gave Gibbs a stern look. Gibbs frowned, but obediently closed his mouth. A few seconds later it beeped and he let Tony take it back, without looking at it. “I’m pretty sure Vance didn’t send you over here to babysit me.”
“It’s a really boring day in the office, boss. And McGee has orders to call me if that changes.” Tony glanced down at the thermometer and fished his cell phone out of his pocket. “What are your other symptoms?” Tony asked. “And don’t try to bullshit me.”
Gibbs was too tired to argue. “Sore throat, congestion, body aches, and a senior field agent who doesn’t understand that when I’m not at work he damn well should be.”
“Uh-huh,” Tony mumbled, ignoring the dig. He stabbed at his phone, “Hey Ducky,” he said before activating the speakerphone. “I’m at Gibbs’ place. Vance sent him home. He has a fever of 102.4, body aches, sore throat, all that. And he actually left work, so you know…”
“Oh dear,” Ducky’s voice sounded tinny through the speaker. “Sounds like there’s finally a flu willing to take on Leroy Jethro Gibbs. You know, it’s awfully late in the year to get the flu. My guess is it’s H1N1, which from all accounts is absolutely miserable.”
“I don’t have the damn swine flu, Duck!” Gibbs yelled into the phone, but ended in a coughing fit that had Tony tossing the phone down and helping Gibbs to sit, knowing that it was easier to cough upright.
When he could breathe again, Gibbs sighed, his head resting on Tony’s shoulder. It was going to be hard to argue with whatever Ducky wanted to do now.
“You know,” Ducky said calmly, “Perhaps it’s best that I come over and see for myself. Anthony you need to give him a couple of aspirin and if there’s any flu medicine in the house, that too. He also needs lots of fluids – not coffee. Obviously, you’ll want to avoid coming into contact with anything that might have germs on it.”
Tony paled, grateful Ducky couldn’t see him. “Um, Ducky… I think that ship has sailed.”
“You can’t have been there that long, Tony. You were in the office not an hour ago,” Ducky replied, confusion clear in his voice.
“No… I think that ship sailed last night,” Tony enunciated. His relationship with Gibbs wasn’t news to Ducky, but obviously Ducky wasn’t going there without prompting.
Ducky’s familiar, “Oh-hh,” made Tony smile despite himself. “Guess I’ll be picking up two prescriptions for Tamiflu.” The line clicked off.
Tony got the pills and gave them to Gibbs with the orange juice. “I kind figured it was something like this.”
Gibbs obediently took the pills and then lay back down. This flu was pure evil. He couldn’t remember ever being this worn out from a bug.
Tony shucked his overcoat, jacket and shoes and crawled up to spoon behind Gibbs on top of the blankets. Gibbs turned, his face clearly saying that he was afraid Tony would get whatever he had, but before he could say it Tony said, “If I didn’t get whatever germs you have last night, I’m not worried I’ll get them now.”
Ducky might argue, but to Gibbs that made perfect sense. Besides, there was nothing Tony could get from the drug store or Ducky could bring from the pharmacy that would make him feel better than his lover curled up around him stroking his hair as he drifted back off to sleep.