NCIS FIc: Property Of (G)
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annundrielLet me just say, it was so hard looking at pictures of DiNozzo and McGee trying to figure out their tastes in ties. ;) Except it was kind of hard because Tony seems to go for darker colors in general and Tim’s are all a bit more strippy and colorful. And occasionally maybe a little questionable in an “Aw, look at Tim trying to be grown up and professional” kind of way.
Which absolutely does not make me want to do an analysis of character growth based solely on McGee’s wardrobe. Really. It doesn’t.
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ginnith for looking over this for me! And thank you jack_infinitude for the prompt!
Property Of
DiNozzo/McGee
G
440 words
Inspired by the prompt, "colors."
A slight clothing mix-up occurs.
Tim doesn’t notice until Abby comments on it.
“New tie, McGee?” she asks, gloved hands paused mid-air over the evidence arranged on the lab table. “It’s nice. Doesn’t Tony have one just like it?”
No, Tim thinks, looking down at the article of clothing in question, dark green with navy and blue stripes. Tony doesn’t have one like it. It is Tony’s. Now that he’s paying attention, Tim even remembers the last time Tony wore it; how he followed Tim home that day, the way their clothing ended up comingling on Tim’s floor.
“Yeah,” he tells Abby, smoothing the tie down, unable to resist touching it now that he’s noticed whose it is and what he’s essentially doing. “Yeah, I think he does.” He’s pretty sure he isn’t actually blushing, but he can’t be positive.
He’d been too tired to clean up that night, too comfortable to pull himself out of bed and away from the heat Tony generated between the sheets. The tie must have gotten mixed in with Tim’s laundry the next day. He should have noticed when he got everything back from the dry cleaners; it’s not like he wears ties often these days. But he hadn’t given it a second thought; simply put the tie away until that morning when it just felt like a tie kind of day.
“I like it,” Abby says, mouth slipping into a Cheshire grin. “The color suits you. Don’t you think it suits him, Tony?”
Tim prides himself on only being a little startled. Working with Gibbs, you get used to people magically appearing when you least expect them. Or whenever would be the most mortifying in any conversation. He turns to see Tony just stepping through the door.
“What suits who?” Tony asks.
“McGee’s new tie. Don’t you think it suits him?”
Tony looks at the tie and then at Tim, meets his eye. There’s something there beneath the familiar amusement, something newer that makes Tim’s blood zing in his veins. Tim knows Tony recognizes the tie.
Slipping his hands into his pockets, Tony angles his hips and leans against the table. “Oh, yes,” he says, voice low. “Suits him to a T.”
Tim’s throat is dry when he swallows and his heart thumps twice in his chest as he tries not to spontaneously combust from embarrassment or desire or the look Tony’s shooting his way. Abby just watches them both, smiling like it’s her birthday and they just handed her a gift card for Caf-Pow.
Then Ziva and Gibbs step into the lab with a “What have you got for us, Abby?” and life carries on as usual.
Which absolutely does not make me want to do an analysis of character growth based solely on McGee’s wardrobe. Really. It doesn’t.
Thank you,
ginnith for looking over this for me! And thank you jack_infinitude for the prompt!Property Of
DiNozzo/McGee
G
440 words
Inspired by the prompt, "colors."
A slight clothing mix-up occurs.
Tim doesn’t notice until Abby comments on it.
“New tie, McGee?” she asks, gloved hands paused mid-air over the evidence arranged on the lab table. “It’s nice. Doesn’t Tony have one just like it?”
No, Tim thinks, looking down at the article of clothing in question, dark green with navy and blue stripes. Tony doesn’t have one like it. It is Tony’s. Now that he’s paying attention, Tim even remembers the last time Tony wore it; how he followed Tim home that day, the way their clothing ended up comingling on Tim’s floor.
“Yeah,” he tells Abby, smoothing the tie down, unable to resist touching it now that he’s noticed whose it is and what he’s essentially doing. “Yeah, I think he does.” He’s pretty sure he isn’t actually blushing, but he can’t be positive.
He’d been too tired to clean up that night, too comfortable to pull himself out of bed and away from the heat Tony generated between the sheets. The tie must have gotten mixed in with Tim’s laundry the next day. He should have noticed when he got everything back from the dry cleaners; it’s not like he wears ties often these days. But he hadn’t given it a second thought; simply put the tie away until that morning when it just felt like a tie kind of day.
“I like it,” Abby says, mouth slipping into a Cheshire grin. “The color suits you. Don’t you think it suits him, Tony?”
Tim prides himself on only being a little startled. Working with Gibbs, you get used to people magically appearing when you least expect them. Or whenever would be the most mortifying in any conversation. He turns to see Tony just stepping through the door.
“What suits who?” Tony asks.
“McGee’s new tie. Don’t you think it suits him?”
Tony looks at the tie and then at Tim, meets his eye. There’s something there beneath the familiar amusement, something newer that makes Tim’s blood zing in his veins. Tim knows Tony recognizes the tie.
Slipping his hands into his pockets, Tony angles his hips and leans against the table. “Oh, yes,” he says, voice low. “Suits him to a T.”
Tim’s throat is dry when he swallows and his heart thumps twice in his chest as he tries not to spontaneously combust from embarrassment or desire or the look Tony’s shooting his way. Abby just watches them both, smiling like it’s her birthday and they just handed her a gift card for Caf-Pow.
Then Ziva and Gibbs step into the lab with a “What have you got for us, Abby?” and life carries on as usual.
