Fic: The Secondhand Agent

[snowdarkred]

Title: The Secondhand Agent
Author: snowdarkred
Pairings: more than hinted at Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating/Warnings: PG, angst
A/N: I don't know where this came from.... Crossposted all over the place.

Summery: It's what he didn't say that mattered. Tony reaches his second anniversary at NCIS.

The Secondhand Agent

 

The day snuck up on him. At least, that's what he told himself. That's what he said, the lie burning on his tongue, when Kate brought it up in the squad room that morning. That's what he said when Abby bounced up and demanded to know what he was doing that night. Sorry, I forgot all about it. Don't mind the man behind the curtain, just pout and bounce.

 

She pouted and bounced out of the room, shouting over her shoulder that he was going out to lunch with her to make up for forgetting his own anniversary. For beating the odds. Thanks Abby.

 

He said it to Ducky when the man said it, happy anniversary over a pale corpse. He said it to stuttering McGee when the probie tripped over his own question, an ill advised inquiry based off of the snickering comments made by the other teams in the squad room.

 

Is it true that you've never made it to the two year mark before?

 

It's what he smiled in the break room when the other agents laughed, jabbing him with their elbows and joking about how he wouldn't dare leave because Gibbs would never give him permission to. As if he was a dog, not a Special Agent.

 

Woof woof.

 

It's what he grinned when the director pulled him aside as he was leaving the office that night. I'm having so much fun, I forgot the date. Heh, how stupid is that?

 

Pretty goddamn stupid.

 

It's what he told himself that night as he stared in the mirror, looking himself in the eye and repeating it, over and over. I didn't notice. I didn't notice. I didn't notice.

 

He ignored the countdown on the calender pinned to the back of his closet so that he would see it every time he reached for a suit. Because he didn't notice it numbered off in the bright red sharpie he'd stolen from Abby. Really.

 

It's what he didn't say when Gibbs showed up on his door step at midnight, a pizza in one hand and a case of beer in the other.

 

It's what he didn't say the next morning when he made them breakfast.

 

It's what he didn't say that mattered.

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Comments are loved! :D

Comments

[derrumtreiber.livejournal.com]

Love this. I love the juxtaposition between the Tony everyone sees, and what goes on behind the scenes in his own head, and, you know, that whole slash thing, too ;)

[snowdarkred.livejournal.com]

Thank you! This just popped into my head, and I had to jot it down. :D