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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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Workin' For the Weekend 4/?




"Hey. Calling as promised."

"Like I ever doubted it. You're almost as bad as I am."

"No, no, no." Cody laughed. "Didn't we agree years ago that comparing how anal retentive we are only led to arguments?"

"Which led to black eyes and bruises. Not what I'm thinking for this weekend. I concede."

"Good decision. So how's Anthony?"

"The week's been a little rough so far. We lost a kid. Baby girl."

"God, no..."

"Her father got high and threw her against a wall." Gibbs explained, lowering his voice as he saw Tony approaching the bullpen. The younger man was still working through the emotional aftershocks from that tragedy and the last thing his dom wanted was to get him thinking about it again.

"Ah, hell."

"Yeah. That's how we felt. Then Tony had to give up his best pair of shoes."

"Did he now? I have to hear this..."

"He'll tell you when you get here. How's tomorrow night about six? Meet us at the house."

"What do you say we make that ten A.M.? I'll do my usual..."

"Hey, I don't expect a housekeeper, bud. You're a guest."

"I haven't had anybody to cook or clean for in a while, Jethro... and not much motivation. I feel like I need this."

"If you're sure it won't bring back too many memories..."

"I'm actually hoping it does. High time I started to face them. I know if Russ could still kick ass, mine would currently be black and blue."

Gibbs laughed quietly.

"Yeah... he never was one for wallowing or self-pity. No matter what'd happened, if you didn't reach down for your boot-straps in what he thought was a reasonable amount of time..."

"Bang, zoom."

"And he didn't mess around, either. Okay, go ahead. Stop by here first and I'll give you a key."

"Key? Key?! Who is this and what've you done with Jethro Gibbs?"

"Go do something physically impossible with your ass and a fishing pole, Bonner." Gibbs retorted mildly. "I've got something worth protecting now."

"True. Is he there full time, yet?"

"We agreed it'd happen after the ceremony. Matter of fact... " he said, subtly dropping his voice again as Tony was now at his desk. "... I'd really be grateful for an opinion about his progress. I think he's doin' amazingly well, but..."

"... you have good reason to be biased. Sure, I'll quietly evaluate him, but I'd rather this weekend be more about fun and getting to know each other. I can't wait to see his movie collection."

"You'll need at least two weeks to go through it with him. That doesn't include watching a damn one of 'em."

Cody snorted.

"Thanks for the warning. Okay, so I'll drop by and get the key tomorrow morning. Hey, I get to meet the rest of your team, too. That'll be great."

"Yeah, if they don't have work they should be doing when you show up."


"Always, but it gets the right result. I gotta go, buddy. Plans with Tony."

"Gotcha, Have a good night."

"We will. Bye."

Gibbs replaced the receiver and rose to his feet, collecting his coat, gun and badge. "Go home, people."

"Thanks, Boss." McGee replied, unable to completely quell his surprise.

"Yes, Gibbs. Thank you. Should I ask?" Ziva added.

"Should I revoke the offer?"

"No. I am going."


Tony lingered as the other two made their escape, pretending to be searching for something in his backpack. Once they were gone, he looked up at Gibbs with a curious half-grin.

"I heard something about plans. The House?"

"Not this time."


"Patience, Grasshopper. It's a virtue *and* a skill."

Tony laughed brightly as he followed his dom to the elevator.

" 'Kung Fu'! An actual pop culture reference! I love it..."



"Uh, sir... when I said that... I mean.... it was..."

"Relax, love. Nobody's gonna be hitting you."

"Oh, it's Tai-Chi. Hold on, you do Tai-Chi?"

"Haven't for a year or two. Thought since I was getting back into it, you might enjoy it too. It really helps with balance, flexibility and focus."

"You mean falling. This is a lesson."

"Not really. If you get something out of it that helps you there, that's fine. Mostly I'm doing it to release some of the stress this week has dropped on me."

"It has been tough..."

"It has."

"Rule five."

"Go ahead." Gibbs offered as he began to stretch lightly.

"I can't stop seeing that baby. It... I'm trying to move past it. It's stuck to me... the pictures, the sounds and smells. My stomach is touchy, my head aches..."

"I know. Me too."

"You never showed it. You even comforted me in the elevator..."

"You needed me to be strong. That's part of what a good dom is... what we do."

"Yeah, but who's strong for you?"

Gibbs stopped, straightened up and regarded Tony solemnly.

"A.J. and Clayton. You were there... you saw."

Tony's eyes widened slightly.

"But I'm supposed to... they said I have to be ready to take that on... if you need me."


"You haven't been showing me any of that. None of you have."

"It's not time. First you learn your role, learn who you are and everything it means. Then you'll be ready for the guys to teach you to take their place."

"There's a better way. At least I think so."

"Yeah? What's that?" Gibbs responded, genuinely open to whatever Tony was thinking.

"Talk to me. Tell me how you're feeling and maybe you won't end up in that... dark, ugly mental place where you need to be yelled at and pushed before you can let go of your anger and your pain. I know there's the chain of command... you're the dom, I'm the sub, I completely respect that, I do. If you can't or you're not supposed to, just say so, but..."

Tony faltered, gaze searching Gibbs' face for some sign of approval or condemnation. What he saw, however, he couldn't interpret as either one. The older man grasped his lover's hands, brought them up and kissed the knuckles. "Jethro? Sir?"

"Later, okay? We'll talk about it this weekend, I promise. I love you so much, Tony..."

"Ditto. Times a million. Looks like the class is starting. We should find a spot to stand. You'll help me if I get lost?"

"Yeah... not even a question."



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