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kissmeprobieTitle: This Rain, It Will Continue
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): DiNozzo/McGee slash, mentions of a past relationship
Word Count: 338 words
Summary: A revealing moment in autopsy. Slash. [Missing Series]
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
“That must have hurt,” Tony says, leaning over the poor girl pale and dead on Ducky’s autopsy table. He points a gloved finger at the bite marks blemishing her thighs, and shakes his head. “God, I hate rapists.”
Ziva makes a noise of agreement; Tim says nothing, simply examining the scene with his granite colored eyes.
“Maybe not a rapist,” he says after a minute.
"What?"
McGee shrugs and then gestures to the Jane Doe’s lower half. “No bruises. She didn’t struggle. And the tox-screen came back clean, so she wasn’t drugged. The fact that it happened before she was bludgeoned to death doesn’t mean much.”
“What’s that mean, Probie? That she was madly in looove?" Tony asks sarcastically, drawing the final word out comically.
“No. Just that she knew her killer. And that he was...I don’t know.” Tim sighs, and hunches that shoulder in that way he does. “I’m probably wrong.”
“That he was what?” Ziva angles, picking up on his hesitation.
“That he was...possessive of her, at the very least.” He brushes her thigh, traces one of the bite marks, a faraway look in his eyes. “We’ve all done it. Marked the people we want.”
At this point, Ziva thinks, Tony should be making a sleazy remark. Something about McGee’s experience, or lack thereof; something boastful, perhaps cruel.
But Tony isn’t saying anything. He is simply leaning against the table, looking vulnerable and small, as if he wants nothing more than to run away. Far away.
And Ziva can remember another time, before the separation, before Jenny and Vance. When a simple chance look on her part, and good lighting, had exposed Tony’s spine and the fresh jagged lines from teeth that had climbed up, up, up, to disappear underneath his shirt.
Come to think of it, Tim had been wearing a similar look on his face. As if, he was far away, reliving a happy memory.
Tim looks at Tony; Tony looks away. He leaves Autopsy, his jaw clenched tight, and his eyes suspiciously shiny.
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): DiNozzo/McGee slash, mentions of a past relationship
Word Count: 338 words
Summary: A revealing moment in autopsy. Slash. [Missing Series]
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
“That must have hurt,” Tony says, leaning over the poor girl pale and dead on Ducky’s autopsy table. He points a gloved finger at the bite marks blemishing her thighs, and shakes his head. “God, I hate rapists.”
Ziva makes a noise of agreement; Tim says nothing, simply examining the scene with his granite colored eyes.
“Maybe not a rapist,” he says after a minute.
"What?"
McGee shrugs and then gestures to the Jane Doe’s lower half. “No bruises. She didn’t struggle. And the tox-screen came back clean, so she wasn’t drugged. The fact that it happened before she was bludgeoned to death doesn’t mean much.”
“What’s that mean, Probie? That she was madly in looove?" Tony asks sarcastically, drawing the final word out comically.
“No. Just that she knew her killer. And that he was...I don’t know.” Tim sighs, and hunches that shoulder in that way he does. “I’m probably wrong.”
“That he was what?” Ziva angles, picking up on his hesitation.
“That he was...possessive of her, at the very least.” He brushes her thigh, traces one of the bite marks, a faraway look in his eyes. “We’ve all done it. Marked the people we want.”
At this point, Ziva thinks, Tony should be making a sleazy remark. Something about McGee’s experience, or lack thereof; something boastful, perhaps cruel.
But Tony isn’t saying anything. He is simply leaning against the table, looking vulnerable and small, as if he wants nothing more than to run away. Far away.
And Ziva can remember another time, before the separation, before Jenny and Vance. When a simple chance look on her part, and good lighting, had exposed Tony’s spine and the fresh jagged lines from teeth that had climbed up, up, up, to disappear underneath his shirt.
Come to think of it, Tim had been wearing a similar look on his face. As if, he was far away, reliving a happy memory.
Tim looks at Tony; Tony looks away. He leaves Autopsy, his jaw clenched tight, and his eyes suspiciously shiny.
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Date: 2008-11-30 12:39 pm (UTC)Please?!
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Date: 2008-12-01 03:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-10 12:45 pm (UTC)So nice slowly unlayering the sweet with the pain like salt. Lovely!
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Date: 2008-12-10 11:40 pm (UTC)