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“If you dont claim him, Jethro, someone else will and he’ll let them, while wishing all the time that it was you.” – Skinner in Two Masters, talking about Tony (of course). I love it, as it sums up Tony’s headspace at the start of that fic in one line.
“He might never again get to share a bed with him, but sharing a working life with him would be enough.” – thought by Tony Dinozzo in Ghost (okay so maybe I have a thing for pining Tony).
“I’m an obsessive-compulsive justice junkie.” – Gibbs, from Damage (so out of contex and yet so true
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Brilliant! Thank you!
He had been somewhere good, somewhere true, where he could fully experience his slavery, and love it for being what he most wanted in the world. – From 24/7.
I love this book, it makes my day.
Brilliant! Thank you!
Tony craned his neck upwards and looked straight at the camera. “Gibbs,” he said hoarsely, getting a good look at the screen for the first time, eyes trying to focus through his exhaustion. “I don’t know why you came for me in person and not the others, but I’m guessing it was a bluff to throw him off the scent. So tell him the truth. Tell him it doesn’t matter to you, tell him *I* don’t matter to you.”
“Can’t do that, Tony,” Gibbs replied, gazing directly into his sub’s eyes. “He already knows it’s not true.”
– from Hiding in Plain Sight (love me some angst, and oh. Tony.)
“Here, Probie, if you’re going to go getting all dark and maudlin on me then you’ll need this,” Tony said, snapping him back to the present, handing him the bottle of bourbon. McGee took it, threw his head back, and took a deep gulp of the fiery liquid.
“Ten Years”
He thought of Skinner, his big, macho Master, spinning out of control after the death of his wife, ending up desperate, and alone on Andrew Linker’s doorstep. His Master had been strong enough to be weak. “24/7”
Awesome! Thanks!
Brilliant – thank you!
Love it – thanks!
“Trying to tell me something, Tony?” he asks, taking off his glasses.
“Yes. This.” Tony gets up, comes over to him, and gently cups the back of Gibbs’s neck with his hand. Then he pulls him in close and their lips meet.
The kiss is soft and tender, sweet and deep. It touches something frozen in Gibbs’s heart, mending a tiny part of what is broken. It’s like warm blood rushing back into cold skin; it hurts and heals at the same time.
Tony draws back, and he’s looking at Gibbs intently. “It’s time, Jethro,” he says.
Frozen
Thanks Finlaure! That’s a lovely one!