Fic: Attempted Erasure
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kissmeprobieTitle: Attempted Erasure
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): DiNozzo/McGee slash
Word Count: 1,251 words
Summary: McGee's secret comes out.
A/N: Fanfic for this fine fellow. This was so much fun to write, anon!
McGee's return to consciousness is painful. He tries to sit up, which immediately proves itself to be a terrible idea when he's overcome with dizziness and a strong urge to vomit. A hand lays itself on his head and gently pushes him back down.
"Steady, McGee," Tony says quietly.
"Uhg," Tim replies.
"Heh. Yeah, that's pretty much how you look, too." A pause. "What's the last thing you remember?"
Tim closes his eyes, and thinks back. His last memory is not a pleasant one; rather embarrassing, actually. So he lies, and says that the last thing he remembers is getting shot.
"Are you sure?" Tony asks skeptically.
"Yes," McGee tries to say. It comes out much squeakier than he intended.
Tony sighs and places his hand on his McGee's forehead again. "Well, alright. You hit your head pretty hard on the way down, so I guess...."
"Please tell me there's an ambulance coming," McGee says faintly. He can feel himself beginning to drift; it isn't a pleasant feeling. In fact, he's starting to think he can feel the earth shifting underneath him, and says so. Tony says something foul when he hears that.
"Just keep talking to me, probie," he begs. "I didn't patch you up just to let you go into a restful coma."
Tim takes the bait. Really, he's just glad that Tony is still willing to talk to him. "Comas aren't restful," he says. "They aren't anything, they're comas."
"Says you," Tony replied. "You've never been in a coma before, and don't quote that accident you had when you were sixteen. You weren't in a coma, you were unconscious."
"Never said I was in a coma," McGee mutters, although to be honest he can't remember what he told Tony about the accident. His memory is fuzzy right now -- except for the last five minutes of the firefight, when there had been blood running out of his stomach like syrup from a bottle and they had both been convinced they were about to die.
Maybe if he keeps saying he can't remember those last five minutes, Tony will pass it off as temporary insanity brought upon by major blood loss. McGee knows they've both said weirder things when in mortal peril.
"Ambulance is here," Tony announces, and the relief is so palpable in his voice that the contrast to his earlier tone is stark and naked. McGee wonders how he missed the terror and worry in the first place.
--
McGee remains conscious for the rest of the day after his surgery (much to the disappointment of the hospital staff; he's never going to be able to hear the word "catheter," without screaming in horror, ever again). He's still groggy though, which is why he grins when he sees Tony again.
"You look happy," Tony remarks.
"Good drugs," McGee replies cheerfully. "Catch that bastard yet?"
Tony looks disgruntled. "No," he says. "Prick ran away when the commotion started to die down."
"He got past Gibbs?"
"Because Gibbs was busy worrying about you, dumbass. And there might have been pepper spray involved. Gibbs refuses to talk about it."
McGee waits. That isn't the only reason Tony came here.
DiNozzo shifts carefully from foot to foot. McGee watches him from the bed, quietly. It's probably because of the drugs, but he's fascinated by the lapel of Tony's coat all of a sudden. There's an extra button sewed onto the corner; it's pale shape stands out on the dark cloth, and Tim likes the contrast.
"Have you been bullshitting me?" Tony blurts.
"About what?" McGee can't stop staring at the button, now. He's going to be distracted by it for the entirety of Tony's visit. But he can't help it; the way the button is placed, it's size and weight -- all of it emphasizes the elegant line of Tony's collar, which emphasizes his neck, which leads to staring at his chest and waist, and yeah Tim had better stick with that button because at least that way he can say he's distracted by the shine it gives off.
"About -- dammit, McGee!"
"Tony, I don't know," Tim glances at Tony's face and returns it to the button as quickly as possible. Tony's expressions do all sorts of interesting things to McGee's unsuspecting heart, and that's exactly the kind of trouble he doesn't need, being hooked up to an ECG monitor and all.
"You are really annoying," Tony growls and advances forward a few steps.
"And you've got your hands in your pockets," McGee replies. Tony gives him an odd look. "What? It's true, you've had your hands shoved in your pockets this whole time."
"You..." Tony finally removes one of those hands to press a hand to his forehead. "You are so annoying, Tim!"
"Good drugs," McGee reminds him.
"No! I mean all the time! You and your weird computer-fu, and your comic books and --"
"And?" Damn, that is one fine button.
Tony progresses forward until he's at the edge of McGee's bed. He sits on that edge, takes McGee's head in his hands, and presses their lips together.
It's a good kiss, a long kiss, and they're both panting just a little bit when Tony pulls away.
"And I love you too, you idiot," DiNozzo says. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not the one who tried to fake amnesia."
--
Tim's little sister is a sharp one.
How she does it, Tony doesn't precisely know, but while McGee is still recuperating at home, she shows up at NCIS, and blatantly kidnaps him for "lunch."
"Lunch" entails tricking him into buying her a frappuccino at Starbucks along with a sandwich and a boiled egg. As they eat outside, Sarah tells Tony that he's much easier to manipulate than Tim and that he's also a cheapskate for getting her the decaffeinated vanilla frap instead of "the real deal."
"Great," he says. "Why are you here?"
"I was hungry," she replies blithely, folding her napkin. "And I'm broke."
"So the natural solution was to bully me into buying you food?"
"Yeah," she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Who else?"
"Your brother?"
"He's been shot!" She glares at him like it was his fault, and hell, from her point of view it might just be. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you something. Lunch was a bonus."
Tony looks to the sky for patience. One McGee is just as irritating as the next.
"Don't break my brother's heart."
That gets his attention. He looks back at her; her expression is quite serious.
"I mean it, Tony," she says. "You can't hurt him. If you do --" For a moment her eyebrows furrow together, and Tony recognizes the expression from Tim; it's a gambler's look, when the values of this decision or that are being weighed. Then her face hardens, and that's a patent of Timothy McGee as well: mind made up, and screw the consequences. "If you do, I'll hunt you down and give Tim your head in a basket."
Tony isn't particularly afraid of a girl who barely tops out over 100 pounds. That does not mean that he doesn't believe her. "Okay," he says. "That's fair." He pauses, and then asks, "If you're broke, then why didn't you just take your brother's wallet? It's not like he's using it."
She looks disgruntled. "I tried that," she admits. "But he won't leave the bed, and I think he's laying on it."
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): DiNozzo/McGee slash
Word Count: 1,251 words
Summary: McGee's secret comes out.
A/N: Fanfic for this fine fellow. This was so much fun to write, anon!
McGee's return to consciousness is painful. He tries to sit up, which immediately proves itself to be a terrible idea when he's overcome with dizziness and a strong urge to vomit. A hand lays itself on his head and gently pushes him back down.
"Steady, McGee," Tony says quietly.
"Uhg," Tim replies.
"Heh. Yeah, that's pretty much how you look, too." A pause. "What's the last thing you remember?"
Tim closes his eyes, and thinks back. His last memory is not a pleasant one; rather embarrassing, actually. So he lies, and says that the last thing he remembers is getting shot.
"Are you sure?" Tony asks skeptically.
"Yes," McGee tries to say. It comes out much squeakier than he intended.
Tony sighs and places his hand on his McGee's forehead again. "Well, alright. You hit your head pretty hard on the way down, so I guess...."
"Please tell me there's an ambulance coming," McGee says faintly. He can feel himself beginning to drift; it isn't a pleasant feeling. In fact, he's starting to think he can feel the earth shifting underneath him, and says so. Tony says something foul when he hears that.
"Just keep talking to me, probie," he begs. "I didn't patch you up just to let you go into a restful coma."
Tim takes the bait. Really, he's just glad that Tony is still willing to talk to him. "Comas aren't restful," he says. "They aren't anything, they're comas."
"Says you," Tony replied. "You've never been in a coma before, and don't quote that accident you had when you were sixteen. You weren't in a coma, you were unconscious."
"Never said I was in a coma," McGee mutters, although to be honest he can't remember what he told Tony about the accident. His memory is fuzzy right now -- except for the last five minutes of the firefight, when there had been blood running out of his stomach like syrup from a bottle and they had both been convinced they were about to die.
Maybe if he keeps saying he can't remember those last five minutes, Tony will pass it off as temporary insanity brought upon by major blood loss. McGee knows they've both said weirder things when in mortal peril.
"Ambulance is here," Tony announces, and the relief is so palpable in his voice that the contrast to his earlier tone is stark and naked. McGee wonders how he missed the terror and worry in the first place.
--
McGee remains conscious for the rest of the day after his surgery (much to the disappointment of the hospital staff; he's never going to be able to hear the word "catheter," without screaming in horror, ever again). He's still groggy though, which is why he grins when he sees Tony again.
"You look happy," Tony remarks.
"Good drugs," McGee replies cheerfully. "Catch that bastard yet?"
Tony looks disgruntled. "No," he says. "Prick ran away when the commotion started to die down."
"He got past Gibbs?"
"Because Gibbs was busy worrying about you, dumbass. And there might have been pepper spray involved. Gibbs refuses to talk about it."
McGee waits. That isn't the only reason Tony came here.
DiNozzo shifts carefully from foot to foot. McGee watches him from the bed, quietly. It's probably because of the drugs, but he's fascinated by the lapel of Tony's coat all of a sudden. There's an extra button sewed onto the corner; it's pale shape stands out on the dark cloth, and Tim likes the contrast.
"Have you been bullshitting me?" Tony blurts.
"About what?" McGee can't stop staring at the button, now. He's going to be distracted by it for the entirety of Tony's visit. But he can't help it; the way the button is placed, it's size and weight -- all of it emphasizes the elegant line of Tony's collar, which emphasizes his neck, which leads to staring at his chest and waist, and yeah Tim had better stick with that button because at least that way he can say he's distracted by the shine it gives off.
"About -- dammit, McGee!"
"Tony, I don't know," Tim glances at Tony's face and returns it to the button as quickly as possible. Tony's expressions do all sorts of interesting things to McGee's unsuspecting heart, and that's exactly the kind of trouble he doesn't need, being hooked up to an ECG monitor and all.
"You are really annoying," Tony growls and advances forward a few steps.
"And you've got your hands in your pockets," McGee replies. Tony gives him an odd look. "What? It's true, you've had your hands shoved in your pockets this whole time."
"You..." Tony finally removes one of those hands to press a hand to his forehead. "You are so annoying, Tim!"
"Good drugs," McGee reminds him.
"No! I mean all the time! You and your weird computer-fu, and your comic books and --"
"And?" Damn, that is one fine button.
Tony progresses forward until he's at the edge of McGee's bed. He sits on that edge, takes McGee's head in his hands, and presses their lips together.
It's a good kiss, a long kiss, and they're both panting just a little bit when Tony pulls away.
"And I love you too, you idiot," DiNozzo says. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not the one who tried to fake amnesia."
--
Tim's little sister is a sharp one.
How she does it, Tony doesn't precisely know, but while McGee is still recuperating at home, she shows up at NCIS, and blatantly kidnaps him for "lunch."
"Lunch" entails tricking him into buying her a frappuccino at Starbucks along with a sandwich and a boiled egg. As they eat outside, Sarah tells Tony that he's much easier to manipulate than Tim and that he's also a cheapskate for getting her the decaffeinated vanilla frap instead of "the real deal."
"Great," he says. "Why are you here?"
"I was hungry," she replies blithely, folding her napkin. "And I'm broke."
"So the natural solution was to bully me into buying you food?"
"Yeah," she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Who else?"
"Your brother?"
"He's been shot!" She glares at him like it was his fault, and hell, from her point of view it might just be. "Anyway, I wanted to tell you something. Lunch was a bonus."
Tony looks to the sky for patience. One McGee is just as irritating as the next.
"Don't break my brother's heart."
That gets his attention. He looks back at her; her expression is quite serious.
"I mean it, Tony," she says. "You can't hurt him. If you do --" For a moment her eyebrows furrow together, and Tony recognizes the expression from Tim; it's a gambler's look, when the values of this decision or that are being weighed. Then her face hardens, and that's a patent of Timothy McGee as well: mind made up, and screw the consequences. "If you do, I'll hunt you down and give Tim your head in a basket."
Tony isn't particularly afraid of a girl who barely tops out over 100 pounds. That does not mean that he doesn't believe her. "Okay," he says. "That's fair." He pauses, and then asks, "If you're broke, then why didn't you just take your brother's wallet? It's not like he's using it."
She looks disgruntled. "I tried that," she admits. "But he won't leave the bed, and I think he's laying on it."
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Date: 2009-07-17 07:39 am (UTC)(small things: it's ECG for heart, EKG for brain monitoring. Also, take out your A/N at the end because it's too close to the story so that it reads like a last line in itself. Also? The ending works perfectly well so you don't need it.)
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Date: 2009-07-17 05:08 pm (UTC)You are awesooooome and I'm so happy that yooouuuu reviewed because you are the most awesome writer ever. :D
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Date: 2009-09-16 02:28 pm (UTC)Great fic. Loved it.
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Date: 2009-09-16 03:12 pm (UTC)Thank you for the info. :) I'm glad you liked the fic!
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Date: 2009-07-17 08:55 am (UTC)Cute fic, I liked how Sarah is already manipulating Tony.
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Date: 2009-07-17 05:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-07-17 10:09 pm (UTC)Psst, the last line was very amusing. ;3 It creates a funny mental picture, anyway.
Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2009-07-18 01:53 am (UTC)Psst, the last line was very amusing. ;3 It creates a funny mental picture, anyway.
Bwahaha, you can see McGee clutching the sides of his mattress going "No you can't have my wallet!"
I'm so glad that you liked this story. :)
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Date: 2009-09-15 12:54 am (UTC)And I am not answering your comment late, what are you talking about?;)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-15 06:32 am (UTC)And I am not answering your comment late, what are you talking about?;)ROFL. Don't you worry about it. I am the queen of answering comments months and months later.
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