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Everyone You Know, by Sequitur (PG)
Massive apologies for the lack of recs through most of this month - have been having some hideous internet woe! Hopefully these last few will make up for it...
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sequitur_fic
Author Website: ff.net page
Why this must be read: I could actually quite happily rec anything that Sequitur has written. The language and characterisation are just perfect, and this slightly AU beginning to season 5 is no different, as the team come to terms with Tony's undercover activities.
“I don’t know how to make you feel better,” Tony said. “I can leave, if you want.”
McGee said, “It’s your house.”
“I don’t mean the house,” Tony said gently. “I mean . . . when Gibbs came back, the Director offered me another position. The offer went away but there could be another one. You were a good senior field agent.” The edges of his mouth twitched. “The best one I ever had.”
McGee did not have time to think about what the rest of it meant. He knew that he didn’t have much time at all and didn’t trust himself to think of anything better, so he just said, “I want to be your senior field agent. Not Gibbs’s.”
It was true, and he knew that it was true. Maybe he didn’t need to know Tony to know that. Maybe Abby was right. Maybe halfway was at least a good starting place. And if he could trust Tony without knowing him, maybe he could do the same with Gibbs, too. Maybe they could all meet each other halfway. After all, he had been right, too—six months was a really long time to be alone.
He thought about Gibbs suggesting instead of demanding, Ziva always being angry, Kate still being dead, Abby streaking her hair to look like licorice. Maybe they could all change. Maybe they wouldn’t need to.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he said.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “I picked up on that.” He went to the counter, took a sip of McGee’s coffee, and made a face. “I never really wanted to leave anyway.”
“Did you know that it was going to happen, the night you left?”
Tony shrugged. “I gave you my egg roll, didn’t I?”
“You always give me your egg roll.”
“So I wasn’t always sure,” Tony said. “It would have seemed significant in retrospect.”
Everyone You Know
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ:
sequitur_ficAuthor Website: ff.net page
Why this must be read: I could actually quite happily rec anything that Sequitur has written. The language and characterisation are just perfect, and this slightly AU beginning to season 5 is no different, as the team come to terms with Tony's undercover activities.
“I don’t know how to make you feel better,” Tony said. “I can leave, if you want.”
McGee said, “It’s your house.”
“I don’t mean the house,” Tony said gently. “I mean . . . when Gibbs came back, the Director offered me another position. The offer went away but there could be another one. You were a good senior field agent.” The edges of his mouth twitched. “The best one I ever had.”
McGee did not have time to think about what the rest of it meant. He knew that he didn’t have much time at all and didn’t trust himself to think of anything better, so he just said, “I want to be your senior field agent. Not Gibbs’s.”
It was true, and he knew that it was true. Maybe he didn’t need to know Tony to know that. Maybe Abby was right. Maybe halfway was at least a good starting place. And if he could trust Tony without knowing him, maybe he could do the same with Gibbs, too. Maybe they could all meet each other halfway. After all, he had been right, too—six months was a really long time to be alone.
He thought about Gibbs suggesting instead of demanding, Ziva always being angry, Kate still being dead, Abby streaking her hair to look like licorice. Maybe they could all change. Maybe they wouldn’t need to.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he said.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “I picked up on that.” He went to the counter, took a sip of McGee’s coffee, and made a face. “I never really wanted to leave anyway.”
“Did you know that it was going to happen, the night you left?”
Tony shrugged. “I gave you my egg roll, didn’t I?”
“You always give me your egg roll.”
“So I wasn’t always sure,” Tony said. “It would have seemed significant in retrospect.”
Everyone You Know