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Alphabet Meme. Gibbs/Fornell. (NCIS)

TITLE: A Start
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Tobias C. Fornell. (Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard past relationship inferred).
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship. Angst.
SUMMARY: A sequel to A Trip Down Memory Lane. Fornell gets an unexpected, but very welcome visitor.
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
WARNING: Mention of major character death in the recent past.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for: ashley_pitt: F 'Finally'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.


Four weeks had gone by since Fornell had stood and watched Gibbs drive away, and he hadn't heard anything from or about his friend since that day.

On the one hand he was relieved. He was certain that had Gibbs been found dead, he would have been told, or at least heard something. On the other hand he knew what a fine agent Gibbs was. If the man wanted to vanish and never be found - dead or alive - he could.

It was gone midnight when Fornell decided to call it a night. Just as he'd done since the afternoon Gibbs had driven away, he'd left the porch light on once he'd got home. Now he went to turn it off.

However, as he reached the hall, the doorbell chimed. Telling himself not to be a fool and keeping one hand on the gun he'd put in his pocket to take upstairs, he opened the door. "Jethro!" he exclaimed. "You're -" He cut himself off abruptly.

"Alive? Yeah, Tobias, noticed that. Can I come in?"

For a split second, Fornell hesitated. Then he sighed to himself and moved back from the door. "Of course."

"Thanks."

Once Gibbs was inside, Fornell shut and locked the door and turned to look at Gibbs. He'd lost weight. "Where have you been?"

Gibbs shrugged. "Around."

"And?"

Gibbs frowned. "And?"

"And what are you doing here?"

Gibbs shrugged again. "Came to tell you I was wrong."

"What about?"

"Never should have come to you on the night of Duck's funeral."

Fornell put his hand on Gibbs's arm. "Better you did that than . . ."

Gibbs shrugged again. "I guess. And I was wrong to keep taking you places I'd been to with Duck."

This time Fornell shrugged. "I imagine there aren't that many places you and Ducky didn't go."

"Yeah. Look, Tobias. I can't make you any promises, okay? I can't promise I won't . . ." Gibbs trailed off, glanced away for a moment, before looking back at Fornell. "You know," he said softly. Fornell nodded. "And I can't promise I won't take you to place Duck and I went. And I can't promise you that I'll . . ."

"Love me?" Fornell asked softly.

Gibbs nodded. "Yeah. I like you, Tobias. A hell of a lot. You know that. But -"

"It's all right, Jethro."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

For a moment they just stood and stared at one another. Then Gibbs said, "Guess you should tell me to get lost."

Fornell shrugged again. "Maybe I should. But I'm not going to."

Gibbs's eyes widened. "You're not?" He sounded surprised.

Fornell shook his head. "No."

"Why not? After what I said to you -"

"It's because of what you said," Fornell interrupted him. "Had you come here and made me those promises, Jethro, then you'd be outside now. But as it is . . ."

"No promises," Gibbs repeated.

"I know. Come on, let's go upstairs." And with that, Fornell took Gibbs's hand and began to walk towards the stairs. It was a start; finally it was a start.





TITLE: At The End Of The Tunnel
AUTHOR: Ashleigh Anpilova
FANDOM: NCIS
PAIRING: Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Tobias C. Fornell. (Leroy Jethro Gibbs/Donald 'Ducky' Mallard past relationship inferred).
GENRE: Slash
SUB-GENRE: Established Relationship. Angst
SUMMARY: A sequel to A Start. Two months has gone by since Gibbs returned to Fornell and some progress has been made.
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
WARNING: Mention of major character death in the recent past.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Written for: birggitt: D 'Desire conceived'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.



Fornell leaned back in his chair and watched Gibbs.

It had been four months since Ducky's death.

Three since he'd got out of Gibbs's car and watched him drive off.

Two since Gibbs had turned up on his doorstep.

And progress had been made.

For a start Fornell had suggested they retire. He'd had enough of long hours, of DC, of risking his life on a daily basis, and enough of paperwork. Also, he'd thought if he could get Gibbs out of DC, away from NCIS, the kids, Virginia, away from daily physical memories of Ducky, it'd help them both.

So he'd told Gibbs of his desire to retire and to move away. To his surprise, Gibbs had raised no objections; in fact he'd seemed content with the idea.

And that's what they'd done. Within two weeks, they'd left their respective agencies and DC. With no real object in mind other than to get away, Fornell hadn't really known where to suggest they went.

Finally, they'd gone to a quiet part of France to spend time and make plans for the future. The future Fornell was slowly beginning to believe he'd have with Gibbs.

Gibbs had regained the weight he'd lost, and the empty, haunted, distant look had begun to vanish from his eyes. He still seemed to retreat into himself at times, not shutting Fornell out, just not aware of Fornell's presence. But those times were getting fewer. He even smiled occasionally, and mentioned Ducky's name without the anguish and pain he'd hitherto shown.

They made love, they talked, they sat in companionable silence, they bickered with one another. They began to build a new element to the close friendship they'd always had.

Fornell was under no illusions; he wasn't going to replace Ducky in Gibbs's affections, and he didn't want to. As long as he made Gibbs at least partly happy, as long as he knew Gibbs cared about him, as long as he himself was happy, that's all he needed.

And those things were definitely happening. Slowly they were happening. Fornell knew he'd been right to act on his desire to get away. And it had been right - for both of them.

He still wasn't sure what the long term future held for them. However, for two men who'd lived their adult lives not knowing whether they'd have a short term, let alone a long term future, that didn't trouble him.

He did know one thing, he didn't know how he knew it, because Gibbs hadn't said anything, but he did. He knew the only thing that would part them, the only way Gibbs would leave him, would be by death.

Sure he still lived with the fact that Gibbs's death might come sooner than he'd like and not be natural. But even that concern was getting less.

He had now; he had here; he had Jethro Gibbs. He was content; Gibbs was content. Progress had been made, there was light at the end of the tunnel.

Tags: fandom: ncis, fanfic: stories, general series: ncis, pairing (slash): gibbs/fornell
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