Cafpow!!!

"Lovers" (drabble) Tony, Gibbs (slash)

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 01:15:47 GMT

Prompt: "Lovers"
Word Count: 99
Characters: Tony, Gibbs
Spoilers: None

The word is too strong.

Gibbs refuses to use it. Tony figures he shouldn’t either.

They hardly say each others first names so tagging the word ‘lover’ to either one of them seems like a cop out.

Besides, their relationship is far from regular. Words don’t come easy.

Action on the other hand is something Tony’s familiar with. Gibbs too. They’re good with action. And since getting physical hardly requires communication; understanding what they have isn’t really necessary.

It’s also pretty sappy and cliché, and Tony’s pretty sure he’d lose respect for the man if he ever used it. Maybe.

"First" (drabble) Tony, Gibbs (slash)

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 00:47:36 GMT

Prompt: "First"
Word Count: 100
Characters: Tony, Gibbs
Spoilers: None

“DiNozzo, Todd, McGee!”

Every time Tony hears his name first he feels a certain amount of pride. He knows it’s more than just his seniority. He can hear it in Gibb’s voice and it’s the reason he jumps at the man’s every beck and call.

Kate thinks she’s competing with Tony for Gibbs’ praise, and in a way she’s right. But Tony wants it outside of their office as well.

Tony knows it’s just a matter of time, so he persists and Kate continues to dance around him. It’s routine by now. And one day she will hopefully understand why.

"Fixed" (drabble) Tony, Gibbs (slash)

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 22:47:56 GMT

Prompt: "Fixed"
Word Count: 100
Characters: Tony, Gibbs
Spoilers: None

Gibbs rests a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

He’s sure Gibbs can see right through him; straight to the conflict he feels at his very core.

“You did good today, DiNozzo.”

Tony nods, but doesn’t agree.

“You look like crap,” Gibbs adds, and Tony smiles. “Go home DiNozzo.”

His hand lingers a moment longer, and then Gibbs is gone; back to his desk and chair.

Tony’s certain that his boss is the only person in the world that can make him forget the pain and loss he’s subjected to in his line of work.

And for the moment he’s at peace.

"Smell" (drabble) Tony, Kate

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 18:02:35 GMT

Prompt: "Smell"
Word Count: 100
Characters: Tony, Kate
Spoilers: None

“Will you stop that?” Kate requests, watching Tony check his reflection in the toilet seat.

“I’m looking for prints,” He explains. “Can you believe a bathroom like this exists?”

“Why, because it’s actually clean and there’s no pee on the floor?”

Tony crawls between the toilet and wall, “Do you like the smell of bleach, Kate?”

She crosses her arms, “I suppose not.”

“Do you find it a comforting smell when you’re in a bathroom relieving yourself?”

“Tony, you’re disgusting.”

He stops and waves a hand over his head, “Oh! We have pee! Quick Kate, get me a cue tip.”

"Missing" (drabble) Tony, Gibbs, Kate

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 09:45:32 GMT

Prompt: "Missing"
Word Count: 99
Characters: Tony, Gibbs, Kate
Spoilers: "Missing" (vague reference)

The icepack misses Tony’s head by mere inches and he silently thanks the pencil he dropped for saving him added insult to injury.

Gibbs towers over him; menacing and silent. “Uh, boss? What’s up?”

Gibbs gestures at the ice, “That’s for your arm. Agent Todd informed me you were distracting her with your moaning.”

“Of course she did,” He says, shooting her an icy stare, “Some people don’t appreciate a guy who’s come close to certain death.”

Kate rolls her eyes.

“Use it or lose it.” Gibbs orders.

Tony quickly places the icepack against his arm, “Sure thing boss.”

"Touch" (drabble) Tony, Gibbs

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 09:22:34 GMT

Prompt: "Touch"
Word Count: 98
Characters: Tony, Gibbs
Spoilers: None

Tony’s quite certain he’s going to need a tetanus shot. His hand has been groping through the gutter for the last ten minutes; fingers brushing against all sorts of disgusting things too foul to mention.

He wonders vaguely where it says in his job description that he’s required to dig through sewage.

“Found anything yet, DiNozzo?”

“Not yet,” Tony grunts. “Unless you include a decade of refuse and a partially eaten rat.”

“The murder weapon's in there somewhere,” Gibbs reminds him, “Keep it up.”

Tony’s fingers graze against something soft and squishy. “Oh my god this is disgusting.”