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Spoilers: Post - 07x10 Faith
Word Count: 600
Series: The Twelve Days of Christmas
Summary: On the sixth day of Christmas, six near misses occurred while working a case.
The last twenty-four hours had been taxing to say the least. His interrupted dream had been given no chance for a reprise because he hadn't been back to sleep. They were no closer to finding the killer (or killers as Abby swore there were more than one) of the five Marines and Gibbs' demeanor was worsening with each passing minute.
Tony rubbed a hand over his weary eyes as he tried to focus on the computer monitor. Instead, his mind drifted back to the dream that Gibbs had interrupted. He had wondered the entire day if Gibbs had known what he was dreaming or had noticed the hard on he had sported when he rolled off the air mattress. Something was 'off' between the two of them and Tony feared the worst.
Tony glanced to his right and saw that McGee was sound asleep with his face planted in his keyboard. Ziva was nowhere to be seen and Gibbs was off in search of more coffee judging by the stack of empty cups in the trashcan. Tony longed to go down to Abby's lab and curl up on the futon, but he knew he needed to keep working. He needed to solve this case so he could work on what was up with Gibbs.
Suddenly, all hell broke loose when McGee's computer started beeping at its loudest setting. McGee jumped to his feet, flinging items from his desk when he rose. Tony had a moment of shock before he successfully dodged the flying mouse that was sent his way.
Once things had settled, they were able to sort out the lead they suddenly had. Gear, guns and badges were grabbed, Ziva was called and told to 'get her ass there now' and then Tony found himself holding on for dear life as Gibbs drove like a mad man.
In route to the address the searches had turned up, they almost wrecked three times. After each near miss, Tony crossed himself reflectively.
A squeal of tires brought them to a stop in front of an abandoned warehouse and Tony heard another squeal as Ziva slid her car in next to them. Silence descended as they proceeded to the building with guns drawn.
The next thirty minutes was a blaze of gunfire as they were surprised by not one, but five men. Using the copious amounts of cover the warehouse provided, Tony had managed to work his way close to Gibbs' position. It was then that he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye. One of the men had Gibbs in his sights and Tony was not about to let Gibbs get hit.
He lunged forward and he could hear the sounds of bullets and Gibbs' voice over the din shouting his name…
"That was way to close, Tony," Abby said as she fingered the tear in Tony's Prada coat. "This could have been your arm."
"Better than Gibbs' head," Tony said sullenly. "Of course, it's not like the man can say thank you."
"He says thank you to you all the time. You just aren't listening hard enough."
Before Tony could respond, Gibbs stormed into the lab, signed something to Abby who scampered off and then turned toward Tony.
"I'm not buying you a new coat, DiNozzo. Unless you want one from Sears."
Then Gibbs reached forward to deliver a head slap and Tony ducked his head in anticipation. However, he was shocked when the slap never came. Instead he felt Gibbs' hand lightly brush the back of his head.
"You promised you wouldn't die, DiNozzo. Remember that?"
Note: Tony may have had near misses, but I got a call from my mom while I was working on this and a deer hit their van tonight... My parents are okay, but the passenger side door was done in and it hit where my mom already had a sore arm. So hopefully that won't get worse.