Title: Must Have Been
the Mistletoe
Author: Xanthe
Fandom: NCIS
Genre: Slash
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Categories: Holiday, romance, humour
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 900ish
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to
DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright
infringement is intended.
Author’s notes: I work with someone who
tells me these terrible jokes on a daily
basis. I thought I’d share the agony ;-)
Many thanks to: Tejas for the beta and
Nikita for audiencing and ever-constant
encouragement.
Summary: Gibbs and Tony encounter an
unusual situation in the elevator.
Must Have Been the Mistletoe
By Xanthe
On Christmas
Eve our wish came true
That I would fall in love with you
It only took one kiss to know
It must have been the mistletoe!
Gibbs strode into the elevator, with
Tony hot on his heels. Gibbs slammed his
hand on the button to take them down to
Abby’s lab. It was Christmas Eve, and
the sooner they wrapped up this case,
the sooner they could all go home and
start celebrating their respective
Christmases.
The door shut behind them, the elevator
lurched into life – and, too late! –
Gibbs looked up and saw it. A large
sprig of mistletoe was hanging down
innocently from the elevator ceiling,
designed to catch anyone who stepped
unwittingly inside. No prizes for
guessing who had put it there. It had
Abby's fingerprints all over it,
figuratively if not literally – although
if he dusted it for her actual prints he
was pretty damn sure he'd find them.
Tony hadn't seen it yet, and Gibbs was
hoping it'd stay that way. It was only a
short journey down to Abby's lab…
At that moment the elevator lurched to a
sudden halt, throwing them both
forwards, and they were plunged into
darkness.
“Uh…it’s done that a few times lately,”
Tony told him, pushing himself upright
again. “Some kind of fault. Apparently
someone keeps throwing the emergency
switch, which is really supposed to only
be used, you know, in an actual
emergency, and it’s created a…”
Gibbs turned to glare at him.
“Usually only lasts for a couple of
minutes before it starts working again
all by itself,” Tony muttered feebly.
His gaze travelled upwards…and then he
saw it too. Gibbs noticed his agent’s
cheeks turn a shade of red to rival
Rudolph’s nose. “So…” Tony said, in a
strangulated tone. “Why was one of
Santa’s little helpers depressed?”
“What?” Gibbs barked incredulously.
“Uh…Christmas joke…thought it might take
our minds off the sheer hell of spending
the next few minutes standing under that
sprig of mistletoe that Abby no doubt
stuck up there. So…why was one of
Santa’s little helpers depressed?”
Gibbs glared at him for a moment, but he
had to concede Tony DID have a point.
“I don’t know,” he growled at last. “Why
*was* one of Santa’s little helpers
depressed?”
“He had low elf-esteem.” Tony grinned.
Gibbs stared at him. “Low elf-esteem.
Get it?” Tony looked faintly desperate.
“Oh I get it,” Gibbs grunted. “Just
didn’t think it was funny.”
“Hey – at least I’m *trying* here!” Tony
protested. “What do you call someone who
is scared of Santa Claus?”
Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
“Claustrophobic!” Tony said
triumphantly.
“Give me strength,” Gibbs muttered under
his breath.
“What do you get if you cross Santa with
a flying saucer?” Tony continued,
seemingly undaunted.
“I don’t know, but I’ve got a bad
feeling you’re gonna tell me.”
“A UF ho ho ho!”
Gibbs slammed his hand onto the
emergency switch in a frantic attempt to
get the elevator working again. Above
them, the sprig of mistletoe just hung
there, ominously, taunting them with
their current predicament.
“You don’t like that one?” Tony’s eyes
darted up to the mistletoe and back to
Gibbs, looking increasingly
panic-stricken. “How about this one?
What’s red and white and falls down the
chimney?”
Gibbs had a sudden flashback to the
power outage the previous year that had
resulted in Ziva and McGee being
stranded in the elevator together for
nine hours. He felt himself coming out
in a cold sweat. Dear God no…
“Santa Klutz!” Tony pronounced. “Da-da!
Good one – yes? No? Damn it, you’re hard
to please, Boss. Okay, how about this
one: what does Santa have for bre…”
Gibbs was only human – there was only so
much he could take. He had to make it
stop somehow. So he did the only
sensible thing he could in the
circumstances: he grabbed hold of the
lapels of Tony’s suit jacket, pulled his
agent towards him, and planted a big
kiss on Tony’s lips. Tony hung there for
a moment, his body frozen in shock. His
lips were warm and soft beneath Gibbs’s
mouth, and Gibbs felt a spark of
electricity flash from Tony’s lips all
the way down into his own heart, taking
his breath away.
He released Tony in stunned surprise.
Tony was standing there, gaping at him,
looking just as stunned. They stared at
each other for a long moment. Then Tony
stepped forward, grabbed his shirt,
pulled him back, and kissed him again.
That electric surge zapped through his
body again the minute Tony’s lips
touched his, making every nerve ending
in his body zing with pleasure. Gibbs
wrapped an arm around Tony’s body,
furled his fingers in Tony’s thick, soft
hair, and returned the kiss hungrily.
Both of Tony’s hands came to rest on
Gibbs’s ass, cupping his buttocks
greedily, pulling him in as close as was
humanly possible.
At that moment, the elevator light came
back on and it lurched into motion
again. They released each other in
shocked silence. Gibbs turned back to
stand looking at the floor numbers above
the elevator door as if nothing had
happened. Tony joined him, adjusting his
tie as he gazed fixedly at the little
red numbers as they counted their way
down towards Abby’s lab.
The elevator reached its destination and
the door opened. Gibbs cleared his
throat.
“So…uh…eight P.M., my place?” he
growled, still staring straight ahead.
“Definitely,” Tony replied firmly.
Gibbs got out of the elevator. “Oh – and
Tony?”
“Yes, Boss?” Tony followed on behind
him.
Gibbs glanced over his shoulder. “Bring
mistletoe,” he ordered. “Lots of it.”
The
End
