I really liked him. My voice is remarkably steady, much steadier than my hands which Ive clenched into tight fists down on my legs, where Gibbs wont see them.
I can see that. He says it casually as he glances over into the back seat of the car and looks at the blood-covered body sprawled there.
I take a deep breath, and then wish I hadnt as the smell of death suddenly overwhelms me. I hit out at the door handle with my fist, managing to open it and stumble out of my seat onto the concrete next to the car. I keep my head down, and will myself not to throw up. My stomach overpowers my will though and I end up almost overbalancing as I heave.
Somebody has hold of the back of my neck, a hand firmly keeping me from ending up face-first in my own mess.
Finally, it stops and I slump backwards onto my heels, drawing in huge lungfuls of the clean cool air.
I look down at the handkerchief thats been pushed into my hand. It takes a minute for me to work out what to do with it and then before I can start, Gibbs' hand comes into view and takes it. Then he uses it to wipe my mouth and chin.
Lean back against the car. His arm goes around my shoulders and I dig my heels into the ground and manage to push back till Im sitting propped against the vehicle.
I tilt my head back and close my eyes. Shit, Im tired. Being on the run can sure take it out of a guy.
Get some medics here.
That gets my eyes open in a hurry. No need, Boss. Im fine.
Mm-hm. Youre in shock, he says, as he cups the side of my face in his warm hand.
That feels way too good so I jump in again. I dont do shock, I assure him.
He doesnt move his hand, just grins down at me. Youre doing it now, Di Nozzo.
I shake my head then wish I hadnt as bile touches the back of my throat again. I swallow it down and close my eyes. Im fine, Boss.
If the medics say youre fine, you dont have to go to the hospital. He says it like hes just made some sort of deal with me and I open my eyes and look at him suspiciously.
You dont trust me to know whether Im fine or not? I flinch as the hand hes been holding against my face moves away and up towards the back of my head. But instead of the slap Im expecting, he just tousles my hair gently.
He leans in close to my ear and whispers,No, I dont, Di Nozzo. Get over it. Youre getting checked out.
Happy now? I manage to grin at Gibbs as the medic helps me to my feet and brushes off my back for me.
Yep. He nods at me and gives me a crooked smile back then starts to walk towards his car. Half-way there, he stops and looks back. Well, move it, Di Nozzo. I dont want to be here all night. Lets go.
I manage to coax my still somewhat shaky legs into a run and catch up. Go where?
My place, he says as if that explains everything. Hell, it probably does to him.
I collapse into the passenger seat next to him and he takes off, tires squealing. Shit! Guess he doesnt drive any different no matter how shitty his passenger feels. I hang onto the handle of the door surreptitiously with one hand and rest the other one across my belly, praying to whatever Gods still love Anthony DiNozzo that I wont upchuck again and splatter the Boss upholstery.
By the time were out of the car and inside his place, things are settling more and now I just feel numb and kinda buzzed, the way I do when I stay up for one of those twenty four hour marathons on the tube.
I look down to find a towel in my hands. Hey, how did that get there? I look up and see Gibbs standing in front of me. Hes shaking his head and muttering something under his breath. Id read his lips but Im too tired to bother.
Instead I let him push me into the bathroom. And then I guess I must be really tired because I let him undress me and shove me under the spray too. I lean forward and rest my head against the tiles. Its nice. I could sleep here.
The sudden warm presence behind me makes my head jerk up in a hurry and I nearly crash into the stall door in shock.
Gibbs grabs me around the waist and hauls me back upright again.
Um, Boss? Whats going on?
Just making sure you dont fall and crack your fool head open on the tiles, Tony. Gibbs sounds like hes smiling and his arm feels warm and strong around my waist.
Is that the only reason youre in the shower with me? Christ, Di Nozzo. Talk about pathetic. Why dont you just carve I love Gibbs across your forehead.
Gibbs doesnt answer and I hold my breath. Then Im being turned to face him and his hand leaves my waist and tilts my head just so and then Holy shit, the man can kiss.
Two minutes into it and Im sporting enough wood to build an A-frame. I pull back and flick a quick glance down. Guess kissing like that does it for the Boss too. Who knew?
That was the first time youve really scared me, Tony, he whispers in between tiny caresses to my eyes and mouth. Dont do it again.
I shake my head fervently as he reaches between us and takes my cock in his hand. I I wont, I manage to murmur and then he begins to stroke me and its a very long time before I can say anything at all.