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crack_van2011-10-22 10:03 pm
sinfulslasher) wrote in crack_van2011-10-22 10:03 pm
After The Storm by Annie Booker (M)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo
Length: ~28,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annieb1955
Author Website: on Brothers in Arms II on FF.net
Why this must be read: Please be aware that this is a kid fic and it features a character death. That said, it's one of the best--if not the best--kid fic in this fandom, for the simple fact that it's charming, heart-warming and shows the guys in a new and unusual situation but still very much in character. The story deals with a serious subject matter (hence the character death warning), but it does so in a life-affirming way. The OC in this story is absolutely amazing and makes you fall in love with her, whether you want to or not. ;) And the ending gets me every single time. I don't cry easily, but this story leaves me bawling every time I read it, even though I know what will happen.
Excerpt:
Jethro grunted impatiently as the doorbell rang again. Tossing down the wood plane he’d been using, he took the steps from the basement two at a time then yanked the front door open with little ceremony when he reached it.
Tony stood there and Jethro’s eyes widened in disbelief. His mind flashed back to the last time he’d opened the door and found Tony standing there, a year or more ago. Then, Tony had been confident, sure, cocky even. This Tony looked tired and worn, beaten down almost. The casually smart clothes were gone, replaced with worn jeans and a ratty-looking t-shirt, battered sneakers in place of the Italian leather shoes Tony liked to wear. That wasn’t the only difference.
There was a small pink bundle in Tony’s arms, a tiny sleeping face peeking out above the soft blanket. As Jethro watched, the little face scrunched and the baby started to cry.
Tony lifted his hand and patted the tiny back rhythmically, the gold wedding band on his finger glinting in the early afternoon sunlight. “Sssshhh,” he whispered. “Go to sleep.” Lifting his gaze from his charge, he looked at Jethro steadily. “Hi, Boss.”
Jethro found his eyes fixed on the wedding ring. Then he raised his eyes to Tony’s and stepped back and slammed the door.
After The Storm
Pairing: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Tony DiNozzo
Length: ~28,000 words
Author on LJ:
annieb1955Author Website: on Brothers in Arms II on FF.net
Why this must be read: Please be aware that this is a kid fic and it features a character death. That said, it's one of the best--if not the best--kid fic in this fandom, for the simple fact that it's charming, heart-warming and shows the guys in a new and unusual situation but still very much in character. The story deals with a serious subject matter (hence the character death warning), but it does so in a life-affirming way. The OC in this story is absolutely amazing and makes you fall in love with her, whether you want to or not. ;) And the ending gets me every single time. I don't cry easily, but this story leaves me bawling every time I read it, even though I know what will happen.
Excerpt:
Jethro grunted impatiently as the doorbell rang again. Tossing down the wood plane he’d been using, he took the steps from the basement two at a time then yanked the front door open with little ceremony when he reached it.
Tony stood there and Jethro’s eyes widened in disbelief. His mind flashed back to the last time he’d opened the door and found Tony standing there, a year or more ago. Then, Tony had been confident, sure, cocky even. This Tony looked tired and worn, beaten down almost. The casually smart clothes were gone, replaced with worn jeans and a ratty-looking t-shirt, battered sneakers in place of the Italian leather shoes Tony liked to wear. That wasn’t the only difference.
There was a small pink bundle in Tony’s arms, a tiny sleeping face peeking out above the soft blanket. As Jethro watched, the little face scrunched and the baby started to cry.
Tony lifted his hand and patted the tiny back rhythmically, the gold wedding band on his finger glinting in the early afternoon sunlight. “Sssshhh,” he whispered. “Go to sleep.” Lifting his gaze from his charge, he looked at Jethro steadily. “Hi, Boss.”
Jethro found his eyes fixed on the wedding ring. Then he raised his eyes to Tony’s and stepped back and slammed the door.
After The Storm
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