#041 Hope Yet (Tony/Kate)
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xfirefly9xTitle: Hope Yet
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tony/Kate
Prompt: #041 Angst
Word Count: 320
Rating: PG
Summary: He watches her discreetly from behind his desk, his forehead furrowed in concern.
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He watches her discreetly from behind his desk, his forehead furrowed in concern.
Ever since she arrived back from the latest crime scene she’d visited, she’d been unnaturally quiet and it’s scaring him.
An open file sits on the desk in front of him, but he can’t remember a word of it, though he’s read it at least 15 times now. He wants to throw it across the room; he wants to hurt it, because while he has work, he has no excuse to see her (and to comfort her).
He forces his eyes to read once more over the lines of black text that have long ago become indistinguishable to him. That’s when he finally loses it.
He grabs the first scrap piece of paper he comes across – because he knows full well that he can’t destroy the actual file if he wants to live – and screws it up into a ball, tossing it across the room as hard as he can.
It bounces off the head of a passing marine, who aims a glare at him but moves on.
“That’s it,” he says, leaping out of his seat, all but ignorant of his paper missile victim. “I’m done sitting while you’re like that.”
She glances up at him for the first time in an hour, startled as he walks purposefully to her desk and takes her hand. “Tony!”
He ignores her protests and pulls her towards the door. “We’re going for lunch,” he calls over his shoulder to Gibbs and anyone else who cares enough to listen. “And we,” he tells her, “are having a little talk.”
She looks about ready to protest but he puts a finger up to silence her. “Ah! You get no say in this. We’re talking and we’re binging on ice cream.”
She smiles at the last part and lessens her protests. He takes that as a good sign.
There is hope yet.
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Tony/Kate
Prompt: #041 Angst
Word Count: 320
Rating: PG
Summary: He watches her discreetly from behind his desk, his forehead furrowed in concern.
Notes: Written for
50scenes and multicolour.He watches her discreetly from behind his desk, his forehead furrowed in concern.
Ever since she arrived back from the latest crime scene she’d visited, she’d been unnaturally quiet and it’s scaring him.
An open file sits on the desk in front of him, but he can’t remember a word of it, though he’s read it at least 15 times now. He wants to throw it across the room; he wants to hurt it, because while he has work, he has no excuse to see her (and to comfort her).
He forces his eyes to read once more over the lines of black text that have long ago become indistinguishable to him. That’s when he finally loses it.
He grabs the first scrap piece of paper he comes across – because he knows full well that he can’t destroy the actual file if he wants to live – and screws it up into a ball, tossing it across the room as hard as he can.
It bounces off the head of a passing marine, who aims a glare at him but moves on.
“That’s it,” he says, leaping out of his seat, all but ignorant of his paper missile victim. “I’m done sitting while you’re like that.”
She glances up at him for the first time in an hour, startled as he walks purposefully to her desk and takes her hand. “Tony!”
He ignores her protests and pulls her towards the door. “We’re going for lunch,” he calls over his shoulder to Gibbs and anyone else who cares enough to listen. “And we,” he tells her, “are having a little talk.”
She looks about ready to protest but he puts a finger up to silence her. “Ah! You get no say in this. We’re talking and we’re binging on ice cream.”
She smiles at the last part and lessens her protests. He takes that as a good sign.
There is hope yet.
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Date: 2008-03-28 07:10 am (UTC)Are you trying to make me write a sequel? :P
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Date: 2008-03-28 07:37 am (UTC)fantasisedthought about the possibilities but... Did it work? :P ;)no subject
Date: 2008-03-28 01:49 pm (UTC)I think that yeah, I will write one though. I have some ideas..
My wrist feels like it's about to drop off though (RDI or RSI or RSD or the like...too much computer, anyhow) so it could be a few days wait.
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Date: 2008-03-28 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-03-28 03:47 pm (UTC)