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Untitled NCIS
by Buffy
December 6--NCIS
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was a former marine, and was one of the best damn NCIS agents in the service. He'd seen combat, survived bombs and snipers, and faced down every supervisor and politico who'd thought they could intimidate him. But what he'd just seen was enough to send him moving for the door like a pack of wild dogs was after him. Coming out the door he almost trampled Tony, "Whoa, Jethro, where's the fire? I thought you wanted to talk to your father before the gang got here."
Jethro shook his head vehemently, "Not now."
The hands on his shoulders that had kept him from falling tightened, "You /are/ still telling him about us, aren't you?"
"Apparently he and Ducky got--close--last night. And I'd rather not wake them up."
"I don't know whether to laugh insanely or be horrified at the mental images that statement's conjured up." Tony kissed him lightly, "But at least he can't be too upset about us, then, right?"
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