belladonna_sw (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} belladonna_sw) wrote,@ 2007-12-22 19:49:00 |
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| Current location: | kitchen making cookies |
| Current mood: |  creative |
| Current music: | Fatal Frame played by daughter |
| Entry tags: | gibb/tony, ncis, slash |
"Pardon My French" slashfic, FRM
Title: Pardon my French
Author: Belladonnaf66
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Permission to archive: yes
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: Tony/Gibbs
Rating: FRM
Summary: Tony is alot more well rounded then his co-workers realized.
Warnings: smarmy, unbeta'd stuff and not as deep as this story deserved but just a bit of fluff 'cause I don't have TIME for more deeper stuff...
Author: Belladonnaf66
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Permission to archive: yes
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: Tony/Gibbs
Rating: FRM
Summary: Tony is alot more well rounded then his co-workers realized.
Warnings: smarmy, unbeta'd stuff and not as deep as this story deserved but just a bit of fluff 'cause I don't have TIME for more deeper stuff...
Notes: Sabrina said "have seen a lot of stories in which it is mentioned one of the
reasons Tony was hired is because he is good with people. I've also
seen a lot of stories in which Kate kind of looks down on Tony because
he was "just a cop" and because of the degree he holds. I would love
to see a story in which Tony continued his education and has a
doctorate in criminal psychology. The only ones who know are Abby,
cause in my world she and Tony are bestest friends, and Gibbs, who
likes to call Tony Dr. Dinozzo when they are alone (slash) or because
he is proud of the person he thinks of as a son (gen). Ducky also
knows because he, well, he's Ducky and Ducky knows everything. Kate
and McGee end up finding out and are totally dumbfounded, stupefied,
stunned, shocked, fill in the adjective. To make matters worse, from
Kate's point of view anyway, she also finds out that Tony wrote
books/papers which were required reading for her in becoming a profiler
(under a pseudonym and with no author's picture cause that would pretty
much deep-six his undercover career).
Yeah. That's what I would like to see." So, evil wench-here's your fic. Hope that you enjoy it.
Acknowledgments: Sabrina, Kelley, Marry and all of you crazy people.
“What’s up, Doc?” Gibbs grinned as Tony rolled his eyes.
“You just never get tired of saying that, do you?”
“And you always complain about my lack of pop-culture knowledge,” Gibbs replied comfortably, moving around the couch to sit down beside his lover.
Tony chuckled and snuggled close. He was already cold and had two pair of socks, sweats, sweat-shirt and a blanket on. The flu was a bitch. “How was work?”
Gibbs laid a hand on Tony’s forehead, grimacing at the heat that radiated. “It was fine. We didn’t get called out, so McGee and Kate had a lot of time to go through the paperwork you so kindly left behind.”
“Oh, man! I had that organized!” Tony whined.
“Too bad,” Gibbs said, leaning forward to check the coffee table.
“What?” Tony asked, sounding guilty.
“You didn’t take the meds that Ducky sent, did you?”
“Um, maybe?”
“Not an answer, DiNozzo. Did you or did you not?”
“They make me feel nauseous.”
Ignoring the whine, Gibbs sighed and located the crumpled bag with the offending medications inside. “You had the ~plague~, Tony. You need to take the meds to prevent worse things happening,” he explained patiently, even though he’d heard Ducky say the same thing, a couple of days before.
“Fine,” Tony pouted, slouched down on the couch. “But you better bring me a barf bag.”
Wincing, Gibbs rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’ll check with Ducky and see if there’s a better substitute…”
“No!” Tony yelped. “It’s okay, just give me a lot of ice water and put in a dvd that will keep my mind off of it.”
“You just don’t want to explain to Ducky,” Gibbs grinned, relieved that being evil had worked. He’d played the ‘guilt, don’t want to hurt Ducky’s feelings’ card perfectly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony grumbled, “You played the guilt card perfectly. Be oh, so proud of your devious skills.”
Caught, all Gibbs could do was chuckle. “Busted.”
~*
The next day Gibbs had already visited Abby to reassure her that Tony was on the mend, and was going through his own dreaded paperwork when Kate came into the office with the mail, laughing all the way.
“What’s up, Kate?” McGee asked from his desk.
“You’ll never guess!” she crowed.
“Not if you don’t tell him,” Gibbs grumped, but it didn’t dim Kate’s merriment.
“There’s a business letter here for ~Dr.~ Anthony DiNozzo!”
McGee began to chuckle. “Delivered to the wrong address, huh?”
“Seriously,” she said and chucked it onto Tony’s desk. Then frowned. “Here’s another, it’s from Georgetown .”
Tim shook his head. “Someone got on a mailing list. It happens all of the time. There may be a real Dr. DiNozzo out there and he and Tony’s mail is getting mixed up.”
“Like he’d get into Georgetown ,” Kate agreed, a bit maliciously.
“Alternately,” Ducky said, his tone starchy, “it may indeed be for our Anthony.” He walked over and dropped the files that McGee had requested onto the younger man’s desk.
“C’mon, Ducky,” Kate protested. “Tony has a degree in ~gym~. You can’t seriously believe that Tony has the determination or guts to get his Masters, much less a ~doctorate~?”
“Oh, Caitlyn,” Ducky said, disappointed. “You of all people should know better than to judge a book by it’s cover.”
Gibbs watched as McGee sat up, catching a clue, his face showing shock. “He ~does~! Tony has his doctorate and you both ~know~!”
Ducky just tutted. “You’ll have to ask him, Timothy,” he said and headed towards the elevator.
Smiling into his coffee, Gibbs took a long drink before glancing over at Kate, and catching the stricken look on her face. “Something on your mind, Agent Todd?”
“I don’t believe it,” she replied flatly.
Gibbs shrugged. “Follow the evidence.”
McGee snorted a laugh. “No way you watch CSI, boss.”
Tony wasn’t the only one who could play dumb. “What?”
“Never mind,” the younger man muttered.
~*
Gibbs walked into the house and smiled at his Tony, sound asleep on the couch but without the bright red spots on his cheeks that had been there the previous few days. He walked over and rested the back of his hand against the sleeping man’s forehead, relieved to feel it much cooler.
“Jethro?” Tony muttered before opening his eyes slowly.
The former Marine had never considered himself much of a sap, but when Tony’s eyes got that look in them when he realized who was standing over him, well, sappy was just a word. “Hey, hot stuff. How are you feeling?”
Tony swallowed, and made a face. “Thirsty.”
“Hang on,” Gibbs said and strode into the kitchen, pulling a couple of bottled waters out of the refrigerator. He returned to Tony’s side and undid the cap of one, handing it and Tony’s medication over, watching with an eagle eye that it was swallowed. “How’s your stomach handling it?”
Tony made another face. “Not too bad. The colder the water the better I feel. Weird, huh?”
“Whatever works for you.” Gibbs ran a soothing hand over Tony’s back, not liking the way the fever was eating up the younger man’s reserves. He’d lost at least five pounds he could ill afford. Pitt was constantly on Tony to gain back the weight he’d lost the first time, and to his credit, Tony tried.
“Oh, by the way,” he said, “I think that Kate has found out your dirty little secret.”
Tony had slumped into Gibbs and was purring, so the words didn’t register for a moment. “What secret?” he asked, turning slightly so Gibbs could get at an itchy spot on his back.
Gibbs smirked and leaned forward to brush his nose against Tony’s cheek. “ Georgetown sent you a letter at the office, addressed to Dr. DiNozzo.”
“Fuck me.”
“Okay.”
Tony chuckled. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, you want to go f…” Gibbs broke off with a laugh when Tony shoved him over onto the couch.
~*
Tobias blinked in surprise at his visitor. “Agent Todd?”
“Fornell,” she answered uncomfortably. “I’m looking for some information.”
The FBI agent leaned back in his chair, the buckle of his coat uncomfortably digging into his back, but there was something here that intrigued him. “And?”
Todd took a deep breath. “I’m looking into Agent DiNozzo’s background.”
“Really?” Fornell swallowed a laugh. “Don’t they have that on record over at ~your~ office?”
Her eyes narrowed. “They do, but there’s a lot blacked out, and you know something. Don’t you?”
Fornell spread his hands. “I may. What is it worth to you?”
“God,” she huffed. “What do you want?”
“Oh, a lot of things,” Tobias murmured.
“You know what? Never mind,” she snapped and turned away. “I knew this was a bad idea.”
“Wait, wait,” he said, letting his laughter slip through. “I’ll give you a clue.”
She turned and he smirked at her.
“Dr. Michel Dimont.”
“The profiler?” she asked with a frown.
“Yep,” Fornell said, he’d known she’d remember the name. “Do some research and let me know what you discover.” As soon as she left he let loose a laugh. Wasn’t she going to be surprised.
McGee dropped the book in front of his co-worker. “So, this guy is a world renowned profiler?”
Kate nodded as she picked up the book and went to the front to see what she could discover. “Mmhmm. He’s French but has lived in America most of his life. He was required reading for my studies. I was going to do a report on him but I picked Pat Brown because she was a woman, and taught herself profiling.”
“Didn’t she found that pro-bono profiling behavioral service?” Tim asked.
“Yeah, it’s called “SHE” for Sexual Homicide Exchange,” Kate replied absently, then looked up, tapping her chin with her pen. “I think that Billy Carlyle wrote the report on Dimont. Damn, where is he now?”
“Let me check,” McGee said, pulling out his PDA. After a minute he gave the phone number to Kate who immediately dialed her phone.
“Agent Carlyle, please. Billy? This is Kate Todd, we met in profiling class, oh, about a thousand years ago?”
Tim listened to his co-worker flirt and managed not to roll his eyes.
“Hey, I was wondering, I’m looking into Michel Dimont and was…what?”
The sharpness of the question made Tim glance up.
“Really, not his real name. No pictures because the man works undercover. Really. Uh huh,” Kate said and looked at Tim with mild shock in her eyes. “Right, thanks Billy. Yeah, we need to get together. Call me,” she said and hung up.
McGee watched his co-worker patiently. He could virtually see her putting together all of the pieces of the puzzle. Oh, they might not have solid proof, but 99% certainty was just as good for government work, as Tony, rather ~Dr. DiNozzo~, would say.
“I can’t believe it. I don’t believe it,” she finally said. “We ~studied~ his book, read the papers he’d published. Our instructor said that the man had unusual gift of insight into a killer’s psyche. It can’t be ~Tony~.”
Frowning, Tim gathered his words carefully. “I think that Ducky is right. We tend to buy into Tony’s public persona as the philandering playboy, rated just above the used car salesman wearing two-toned shoes. I forget,” he said, then stopped, “No, ~we~ forget that he’s a talented agent whose leaps of logic often help us solve our cases, and that he’s stellar undercover.”
“But…” Kate protested.
Tim raised his hand. “Wait a second. Is it so hard for you to believe that Tony is smart? Really?”
The former Secret Service agent gave him a dirty look before gathering her purse and books and leaving.
“Apparently so.”
~*
Tony smiled at he flipped through his mail. It was Monday and he was finally back at work, not that the long weekend with Gibbs hadn’t been nice, he’d just been too sick to enjoy it.
“Hey, Tony,” McGee said as he went to his desk, dropping his backpack onto his desk. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I finally won’t melt into a puddle on the floor,” Tony said dryly. He dropped his mail onto his desk and had just walked around it when a furious Kate was standing before him.
“You bastard,” she said, and slapped him.
“Ow! What the fuck?” Tony asked, pissed off. He didn’t remember do anything to her.
“This!” she shook the book in his face. “You’ve lied to us, let us think you’re some job hopping, skirt-chasing jock when you’re hiding this kind of thing.”
“For your information, Agent Todd,” Gibbs said icily as he came into their office area. “I’ve known about DiNozzo’s background, as has Abby and Ducky. If you feel lied to then it’s your own fault.”
“It’s okay, Boss,” Tony said. He looked back at Kate. “I can’t believe that you ~want~ to believe that all I was the dumb skirt-chaser. Does that make you feel superior, Kate? That you were better than me?”
“This isn’t about me,” she spat.
“I think it is,” Tony said bitterly. “So, what if I’m a profiler and got some stuff published. I’ve never acted superior because of it, and I’ve never my success affect the job. And really, my past is none of your damn business, Agent Todd.” He dropped the book at her feet and turned around and headed to the elevators.
Gibbs shook his head. “Go home, Agent Todd. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Kate made an inarticulate sound of rage, spun on her heel and stomped out.
“Holy cow!” McGee said from his desk, eyes big.
“Inconvenient truths,” Gibbs said dryly. “Don’t you have some paperwork to do, McGee?”
McGee’s mouth snapped shut and he nodded frantically. “Sure, boss.”
As soon as Abby caught sight of Tony, she made a beeline for her cabinet to grab her pig, which she handed to him with a fart.
Tony snickered and then sighed, sitting heavily onto one of her labstools. “Thanks, Abs, I knew you’d make me feel better.”
“What did Gibbs do now?” she asked, petting his hair like he was a small child.
Leaning into her touch, Tony grinned. “Wasn’t Gibbs. Kate discovered my little secret.”
“She’s mad that you’re gay?” Abby asked dangerously. She looked ready to commit mayhem.
“Relax, Killer,” Tony said teasingly. “She was mad about the whole doctorate and my image as a brainless playboy thing.”
“Oh, that’s all?” Abby said with an eyeroll. “She’ll get over it.”
“She’d better or she’s fired,” Gibbs said, coming in and tilting Tony’s face to check it over.
“It was an open handed slap, boss. Barely even hurt,” Tony assured him.
“Uh huh,” Gibbs said, rubbing his thumb gently over the red mark, “and how are you feeling?”
Tired already, Tony would admit to himself, but he straightened his shoulders. “I’m good.”
“Liar,” Abby said, sotto voce. She stuck out her tongue in retaliation to Tony’s.
“Children,” Gibbs said patiently. “If you’re done we’ve got work to do.”
Abby saluted in the British manner, “Sir, yes sir.”
Tony laughed, then yelped when Gibbs popped him on the back of the head. “Going, boss!”
Kate stared up at her bedroom ceiling, hating that she’d felt like she’d been betrayed. Tony was right, it really wasn’t any of her business what his past was but this…this was something else. She’d always felt like she was a head above and a step ahead of Tony, a little smug and superior, and he was right. Her pride was seriously hurt.
That and she felt like a failure as a profiler. Her doorbell ringing made her jolt in surprise. The person at her door was even more of a surprise.
“Tony?”
“Hey,” he said with a small smile. “Let me take you out for some ridiculously priced coffee or something so we can talk.”
Looking into his eyes, all Kate saw was easy acceptance, and felt even more like a heel. “Let me get my purse.”
At the coffee shop, Kate let herself check Tony out with professional eyes for the first time. He’d picked their seats, in a corner with his back facing the wall so he could see every entrance, eyes alert but not overly wary. Plus, the corner would keep their conversation secure in the noisy café. He had automatically flirted with the young barista, but now Kate could see it was a superficial behavior, no real intent behind it.
“Frou frou coffee for you,” Tony said with a grin, placing her cup with its abundant whip cream in front of her, “and Blue Hawaiian with cinnamon, sugar and cream for me.”
“And you call mine frou frou?” she teased, and was rewarded by a bright smile.
They both sipped their drinks, then Kate put hers down and looked at her hands folded on the table. “I’m sorry I lost my mind this morning.” A hand covering hers made her glance up to see sympathy and a little humor on Tony’s face.
“Everything you knew about me was turned upside down, I get that. But I’m the same guy, more or less.”
“No, you’re not!” Kate insisted. “You’re better than me, now.”
“Hah,” Tony said and leaned back to pick up his coffee. “You’ve taken what I wrote and ran with it, Agent Todd. You are a very talented profiler, make no mistake. It’s just I was too close, there’s no shame in that.” He drank his coffee, then set it down. “I carefully cultivate this persona because almost ~no one~ looks beneath the surface. It works for me and I can get a lot more information because of it.”
Kate nodded slowly. “I can see that, I suppose. But why hide everything else?”
Tony grimaced. “I don’t hide it, per se. You know that Michel gives guest lectures, right?”
She blinked. “I’d forgotten. How do you do that? We may not be respected but we’re pretty well known in the government community.”
“I go undercover as my alter ego. No one has figured it out yet,” Tony grinned. “Well, except Fornell.”
Frowning, Kate considered what she’d heard over the years. “But, but he’s in a wheelchair, and wears glasses!”
“Yep,” Tony said with a smirk.
Kate laughed and shook her head. “Son of a bitch.”
Tony laughed with her, then sighed. “One more thing, and then you’ll know more about me than most.”
Almost eagerly, she put down her drink and eyed him. “Okay, shoot.”
“I’m gay and I’m living with Gibbs.”
Kate blinked, then snorted. “Tony, be serious.”
“Kate…”
Suddenly she was studying him with her profiler’s eyes, and saw everything in front of her. Gibbs popping Tony in the back of the head, and Tony’s snarl when she’d tried it. Gibbs’ concern with Tony’s health. His melt-downs when Tony went missing and absolute refusal to believe that Tony had died. “Oh. My. God.”
“Welcome to NCIS, Agent Todd.”
“Oh. My. God!” she said with awe. “You must be a ~Saint~!”
Not what he’d been expecting, Kate’s response sent Tony into gales of laughter.
~*
Gibbs glanced up when the door opened and frowned. “I expected you to be home.”
Tony tossed his blazer onto the chair with a smile. “You knew where I was.”
The older man checked his lover over and relaxed. Tony’s shoulders were loose and he had a genuinely happy smile on his face. “You and Kate sort everything out?”
With a chuckle, Tony flopped down beside him on the couch and gave him a tender, lingering coffee flavored kiss that had him leaning in for more.
“Ah ah, later.”
The heated promise in Tony’s eyes made Gibbs squirm. “So?”
“~She~ thinks I’m a saint for being with you!” Tony boasted.
Gibbs snorted. “She’ll have to wait in line, Ducky, Abby and Tobias have all said the same thing. None of them realizes what you put ~me~ through.”
“You don’t mind that I told her?” Tony asked softly.
“I trust you, Tony. If you thought she needed to know then I’m fine with it,” Gibbs said simply.
Tony gazed at him for a long moment, then stood and held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go do the horizontal mambo.”
Gibbs grinned and took the hand, letting the younger man pull him to his feet. “Good, maybe I can convince you to use your French.”
“Oo la la, mon ami…” Tony purred with a really bad French accent as he pulled Gibbs behind him, the bedroom door closing on their laughter.
~fin
*~*
