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Workin' For The Weekend (Follows Overcoming)

by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 015 Word Count: 14418
Rating: ADULT
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee, Other Male Character
Category(ies): Angst/Drama, Drabble, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Pairing(s): Gibbs/DiNozzo
Summary: The week leading up to Cody's visit is a bit of a roller-coaster for Jethro and Tony, but once the other man arrives, it's all uphill...

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2

Workin' For... 2/?

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TUESDAY:

"DiNozzo, just calm down, will ya? Abby's on her way..."

"They're my best ones! My absolute best ones! This completely sucks!"

Muffled, smothered guffaws behind him had Tony desperate to turn and shoot a Gibbsian glare at the offender, but his situation left his movement too restricted to get all the way around, so he settled for yelling out his frustration.

"Shut up, Probie! You hear me? Just shut up!"

"C'mon, Tony. You have to admit this is classic..."

Tony swiftly cut him off.

"If you even *think* the word karma I will kick your ass back to the Navy Yard when I get out of this!"

"Yeah, that looks likely." Tim shot back gleefully then responded to a genuine Gibbs scowl and a raised hand pointing in the opposite direction from his ensnared colleague. Once Tim was out of sight, Gibbs approached Tony as closely as he could and spoke quietly to him.

"Just untie the shoes, Tony."

"Sir..."

"I know, they're your best ones. I've heard it a hundred times in the last half hour. Abby said she'd do her best to get 'em free and clean' em up, didn't she?"

"Italian leather! This stuff'll never come off!"

"If she can't fix it, I'll see you get new ones, okay? Untie the shoes."

Tony grimaced and hesitated.

"You'll have to lift me out..."

"Nobody's around to see. Even if they did, what's the big deal? Nothing strange in me rescuing one of my agents, is there?"

"Not strange. Humiliating. That idiot perp could've knocked over any of the damn barrels... why'd it have to be the industrial adhesive?"

"You really want me to say it?" Gibbs asked, smirking lightly now himself.

"Not you too, boss..."

"Hey, you had to know all those stunts with McGee's keyboard would come back to bite you in the ass someday. Shoes, Anthony. Now."

Tony let out one last pitiful moan, but the use of his full name brooked no argument, so he complied with the order and, careful of his balance, bent at the waist and untied both his shoes. "Arm around my shoulders."

"Yes, sir." The younger man sighed. Reaching in, Gibbs slid strong arms behind Tony's knees, straightened slowly and hoisted his sub out of his predicament and his precious footwear. As he swiveled to clear him of the mess, Gibbs dropped a discreet, brief kiss behind Tony's ear and chuckled.

"I really am sorry."

"Yeah... I know." Tony replied, allowing a small grin to emerge as he was placed gently on his feet. "I was looking at the suspect, not where I was running."

"That's what you're supposed to do. When Cody gets here, we'll both make it up to you, I promise."

"Yeah? He, um... he knows about falling too, I guess..."

"He does. Had some pretty effective teaching methods, last I knew. If you let him in, he could help you a lot."

"I'm not saying you didn't. That day in the gym, I swear I understood what you were showing me. I just figure the more people who try, the better and faster..."

"Anthony."

"Listening, sir."

"Faster is not a requirement. Faster is not a rule. Clear?"

"Clear."

"Okay. Let's get outta here, hmm? The smell of this stuff is givin' me a headache." Gibbs commented, moving off casually, setting a pace that allowed his socked sub to keep up while stepping around and over the debris in his path.

"Now that you mention it..."

"You hungry?"

"Yeah... a little. We going out to dinner?"

"You, me and Ziva."

Tony smiled wickedly.

"And McGiggles?"

"For being insensitive, he gets to stay at the office, do paperwork and wait for take-out."

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TBC..........

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