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Talented Hands

by: BuffyAngel68 (Send Feedback)

Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 009 Word Count: 16653
Rating: ADULT
Character(s): Tony DiNozzo, Other Male Character
Category(ies): Angst/Drama, Crossover, First Time, Humor, Romance
Pairing(s): Tony/OMC
Crossover Shows: CSI
Summary: NCIS/ CSI crossover. After managing to continually avoid being the one to go to law enforcement conferences, Tony is forced into attending the latest one. In Las Vegas he runs into a like minded soul, in more ways than one.

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Talented Hands 9/9


In fresh clothes and having gone over the room several times to be sure he'd forgotten nothing, Tony stood at the window and gazed out over the scenery as he waited for Warrick to emerge from the bathroom. For the first time in over three years he found himself ambivalent about NCIS and his home, wondering if he could make a life somewhere else. Confused and sad, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to sort out his feelings. He knew they stemmed not only from having to leave behind Warrick and the love they'd begun to build, but because he now knew how much he would learn when he came back to work with Grissom and he craved that knowledge and experience immediately instead of waiting for the time-frame he'd agreed to.

{Great. So I understand the source of the conflict I'm feeling. Doesn't help me resolve it... damn, I need to stop thinking about this.}

Smiling, he reached up and smacked himself in the head and heard a chuckle from behind him as Warrick joined him at the window.

"What was that for?"

"It's what Gibbs would've done."

"Okay... but what for?"

"Stupidity. I'm seriously thinking about skipping the flight home."

"You know I wouldn't mind... but you can't. Six months won't be as long as it feels right now."

"God, I really hope not. Warrick... you sure?"

"About what?"

"C'mon... you know damn well what I'm asking."

Warrick smiled, caught Tony's gaze and held it powerfully.

"No regrets. You?"

"Only about getting on that plane alone."

"Hey... I got a great idea. Why don't we head down to the lounge and play one more time before you go?"

"Me for you, you for me..."


Tony's eager smile warmed the other man from head to toe and broadened a grin that had started to fade on hearing Tony's regret.

"I love it. Let's go."

Tony grabbed his bags and raced out to the elevator, Warrick close on his heels. Once they made it downstairs, both moved straight into the lounge, which was once again dim and empty, just as on the morning they'd first met. Dropping his luggage, Tony slid onto the bench, grinning and flexing his fingers to limber them up. Warrick moved around and sat on his right. His fingertips drifting just above the surface of the keys, he glanced at Tony, expression slipping towards melancholy.

"Can you improv a baseline?"

"Gimme a few bars to feel it... yeah, absolutely."

"Cool. Jump in when you're ready."

Tony closed his eyes as Warrick began a slow, minor key jazz melody. The inherent sadness of the piece twisted the invisible blade that was already tearing at his guts, but he refused to let it show, realizing how unfair that would be to the man sitting beside him. Opening his eyes, he smoothly inserted a bass note or two then a few more, shifting a little closer to Warrick as he did so. Before long the two parts were flowing together seamlessly, as if the song had been written that way, and both men were responding to the emotional pull, suffusing their performance with pain and loss, as if that would draw the real thing out of their hearts.

When they brought the piece to a close at last, Warrick and Tony looked at each other, laughed quietly and reached out to wipe away each other's tears. When a soft kiss landed on his cheek, Tony startled and turned toward the lobby entrance to find Amy grinning at him and crying as well. She then walked over and did the same for Warrick.

"What was that for?"

"I'm not sure. The song... restoring my faith in real love. Thanks guys."

Turning she quickly walked away, swiping at her own face. The pair at the piano simply stared into each other's eyes.



Silent, the two new lovers sat tensely side by side in matching plastic chairs, waiting for Tony's flight to be called. Earlier, Warrick had once again bought them both breakfast, this time in the small airport restaurant, then they'd worked through the myriad complications of modern air travel together. Now they were left with silence and the harsh, swiftly approaching reality of being parted. Finally, Tony spoke, but a single word was all he could produce at first.


"Yeah, I know. All these clichés keep runnin' through my mind, but... I don't wanna say any of it 'cause what I feel deserves so much better than that crap. I can't think of anything else to say, though..."

"Don't okay? We both know this separation isn't forev... I mean, six months and I'll be... Damn. Looks like I have the same problem you do."

A moment later the speakers above and around them blared an announcement and both men felt the loss really begin to impact.

"Flight 496, non-stop to Richmond, Virginia is now boarding. Once again; Flight 496, non-stop to Richmond, Virginia is now..."

Warrick tensed and wanted to curse vividly, but he held it together, even though he refused to watch as Tony rose and gathered his things.

"You gotta get goin', I guess. Got everything?"

"Yup. Oh, I did leave one thing behind."

"You did? Is it still in your room? I've got your address, so I can have it shipped back to you..."

"It's okay. I know it'll be safe 'till I can come back for it."

"This is Vegas, man. You can't be sure of that."

"Yes I can." Tony countered, pressing a small cloth bag into Warrick's hand and folding his lover's fingers over it. "No looking until I'm gone, alright? Keep it a secret until I'm off the ground. Promise?"

"Yeah... yeah, I promise. You better keep yours too."

"Call the minute I get back. I remember."

"You better or your ass is mine when you get back here."

"It's yours anyway." Tony leaned in and whispered just before he strode away, stopping briefly to have his paperwork checked then moving off down the long boarding corridor. His heart threatening to shatter at the slightest provocation, Warrick still forced himself to move to the bank of windows where he could watch Tony's plane reverse away from the building, taxi onto the runway and lift itself into the air.

Eventually, he turned his back to the expansive view of the outside world, leaned against the wall and finally opened his hand. Carefully working the drawstrings loose, he tipped the bag and slid the contents out into his palm. What he saw there made him gasp and crumple slowly to the floor, vainly fighting off tears. Tony had left him the exquisite rose quartz heart both had seen and admired on their brief visit to the jewelry store. The symbolism was not lost on Warrick and he feared it would be a long while before he would feel strong enough to rise, leave the airport and make his way home.

"Damn it, DiNozzo... damn you..."


END.... for the moment. (I'm shooting you an evil grin right now. Can you feel it? HeHe.)

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