Title: Rest in Pieces
Author’s Notes: So
admittedly, I’m a bit flail-ish because this is the
first time I’ve written in a new fandom for a good long while and I love NCIS
so much that if I screw it up, I’ll be extr
Two weeks after Gibbs had left, and Tony still wasn’t sleeping through the night.
At first, he thought it
was worry feeding his insomnia—worry over the new responsibility, worry over
the fallout from the explosion of the Cape Fear, worry over where Gibbs might
be and what he would do without th
And while the ripples of
panic and grief were still being felt after the terrorist attack on the
With both his capability and culpability in the clear, it left only one option as the cause of the knot that had taken permanent residence in his stomach: worry over Gibbs. After thinking over this possibility for some time, Tony had dismissed the idea completely. Because the truth was, he couldn’t care less what or how Gibbs was doing right now.
Tony was too busy being pissed as hell to waste time with worrying.
There was no denying that
the job was hard—the kind of hard that could break a person. But naively, Tony
had always just assumed that Gibbs was…unbreakable. The recollection of him
walking out the door with little more than a handful of half-hearted parting
words had become Tony’s most surreal m
He didn’t understand how
Gibbs could have ignored Director Sheppard’s shock or Ziva’s
dismay or Abby’s tears — if there was one thing that Tony would have pegged as
But then, Gibbs’ opinion had always mattered more than his father’s.
He supposed he should have been proud that Gibbs thought he was ready. And the truth was, Tony knew he could do the job. It was everything he had been preparing for. He just didn’t want it yet — if, in fact, he ever would. Responsibility had never been something Tony welcomed, although contrary to popular opinion, he was capable of handling it. It was the timing that was off — less than a year after losing a partner and a friend, he was charged with the well-being of his entire team.
While Tony would willingly
protect any one of th
But here they were — functioning like the team they had been trained to be while floundering in every other respect. It felt like they had been left on the roadside without a second thought; like Sam Spade had gotten halfway through the movie and then decided ‘To hell with this whole Maltese Falcon thing.’
They had all assumed that
there were universal truths to life — Superman was never supposed to die, James
Bond always got the girl, and Gibbs would be standing by th
So Tony was left standing in the ashes of his former idol, holding things together as best he could. Half the time, he wished desperately for Gibbs to rise from the ruins, better than ever before.
It was the other half,
where he just desperately wanted to punch Gibbs in the face,
that was the probl