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crack_van2011-10-17 07:58 pm
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Mettle of Honor by Caos Accidentale (K+)
And now for something completely different... :)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: None. Gen. Tim McGee-centric.
Length: 3,868 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: on FF.Net
Why this must be read: This story features a character death, but I guarantee you that it is not the character you think it is. This is a beautifully written little gem that focuses on McGee and his feelings and how he deals with his loss. Add to that a wonderful team, supportive in their unique ways, and you'll end up smiling and crying at the same time.
Excerpt:
"Come on. Get up, get dressed," DiNozzo commanded.
"Why?" Tim protested. "It's Sunday. I'm off duty. I'm not going anywhere."
"Yes. You are," DiNozzo insisted, his voice offering no room for argument.
"You're not my boss," Tim challenged half-heartedly. He swallowed a small lump at the almost pitying look that DiNozzo gave him. "Not today," he amended, lowering his eyes.
"You owe him, Probie," DiNozzo reminded him in a voice that was infuriatingly gentle. It was hard to get mad at him when he was being so…unDiNozzolike. Tim didn't have to ask who he owed or why. Or where it was that DiNozzo planned to take him. The black suit DiNozzo was wearing should have been a tip off. Tim wondered absently if it was Zegna. Or perhaps Armani. Either way, DiNozzo was way too overdressed for this hour of the morning.
Mettle of Honor
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: None. Gen. Tim McGee-centric.
Length: 3,868 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: on FF.Net
Why this must be read: This story features a character death, but I guarantee you that it is not the character you think it is. This is a beautifully written little gem that focuses on McGee and his feelings and how he deals with his loss. Add to that a wonderful team, supportive in their unique ways, and you'll end up smiling and crying at the same time.
Excerpt:
"Come on. Get up, get dressed," DiNozzo commanded.
"Why?" Tim protested. "It's Sunday. I'm off duty. I'm not going anywhere."
"Yes. You are," DiNozzo insisted, his voice offering no room for argument.
"You're not my boss," Tim challenged half-heartedly. He swallowed a small lump at the almost pitying look that DiNozzo gave him. "Not today," he amended, lowering his eyes.
"You owe him, Probie," DiNozzo reminded him in a voice that was infuriatingly gentle. It was hard to get mad at him when he was being so…unDiNozzolike. Tim didn't have to ask who he owed or why. Or where it was that DiNozzo planned to take him. The black suit DiNozzo was wearing should have been a tip off. Tim wondered absently if it was Zegna. Or perhaps Armani. Either way, DiNozzo was way too overdressed for this hour of the morning.
Mettle of Honor