le_russe_satan | NCIS Angel fic 1

Author: le_russe_satan

Title: Angel #1
Pairing: Gibbs/Dinozzo
Category: A bit of angst.

Genre: Very, very mild slash
Rating: PG-13 overall
Summary: After saving Gibbs, Tony dreams about his family.

Spoilers: “Requiem"
Warning: Supernatural overtones
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Donald Bellisario and other interested parties.

The night after I pulled Gibbs and Maddie out of the sinking car, I have the strangest dream. I dream of Shannon and Kelly. I never even saw their picture but I know it’s them. They call to me, and I respond warily, reluctantly, because even asleep I find it strange to dream of Gibbs’ dead wife and daughter. They talk to me, they tell me stories, showing a side of Gibbs I suspected existed, but never experienced. I listen, entranced. And when they ask me if I love him, I say yes. They smile happily, hugging me. They thank me for saving his and Maddie’s life, and Kelly gives me a small silver cross from the chain round her neck, telling me that when I wake up I’ll be an angel, asking me to protect her father.

I jolt awake at 4 am, the world outside my windows still dark. I still feel Kelly’s arms around my neck and her words ringing in my ears. Taking a deep breath I sit up, only to find that I’m clutching something in my left hand. A small silver cross. As I hang it on the chain that holds the cross my grandmother left for me, as I put the chain around my neck, I know I’m accepting something that will change me forever. And acceptance is the only way, because logic will only drive me mad.

I don’t go back to sleep that morning, though we all have a day off: a well deserved one in Gibbs’ and my case. But I don’t feel tired, so I go through my morning routine and drive to a cemetery. Gibbs never told me where Shannon and Kelly are buried, in fact he never spoke to me about them at all, but I find their graves with ease, just as early sun hits the dew on the grass, making it sparkle. I wish I had brought some flowers to lay at their feet. Instead I rip out a feather from one of my wings and place it under a small stone on Kelly’s grave, whispering a thank you, promising to die if I had to, but keep their father safe.

I find Gibbs already at the office. He frowns at me, demanding what the hell I was doing in the office on a day off. I smile gently at his gruffness, placing my bag at the desk. He watches me warily as I walk up to him; he inhales sharply as I touch his forehead to gouge his physical state. He’s still has not recovered fully from yesterday’s ordeal and will him to fall asleep. A brief look of surprise flickers in his impossibly blue eyes, but then he slumps in his chair, his breath even, his sleep deep. Security gives me weird looks as I carry my sleeping boss in my arms, but I dismiss them. I place him gently in the back seat of my car and drive him home. When I leave, I know he will sleep until morning. He’ll probably be grumpy tomorrow, but I don’t care as long as I know that he feels better.

A month later.

I see the bullet flying towards Gibbs in slow motion as if it was a scene from Matrix. I push him to the floor, falling with him, but I’m still not in full control of my abilities and the bullet hits my shoulder. There is no time to think about it, because our suspect is running for his life, a seven year old boy, slumped over his shoulder, screaming for help. I push myself off the floor, the strain on my injured shoulder painful but bearable. Being an angel has its perks. I’m running after the suspect. I know that Gibbs is behind me, followed by Ziva and McGee. I see the suspect stop and lift the gun to the kid’s head, and I know its not a threat, I know he’s going to kill him just to see us suffer. There must be thirty meters between but I keep running as I take a shot. The suspect staggers, blood oozing from the hole on his forehead, and falls covering the kid with his dead weight. In several heartbeats I am beside them, rolling the man off the kid. I cradle him in my arms.

- Hey, Daniel, you alright?

The boy sobs and clings to my chest.

- Thank you, Angel, thank you.

Damn, he’s seen my wings. Most kids can. I kiss his forehead, feeling him fall asleep in my arms.

Gibbs and the rest are now beside me. Ziva and McGee kneel by the corpse, and Gibbs asks after the boy, relieved to find him simply asleep. The younger team members let out short gasps of amazement as they find the bullet hole:

- This was one hell of a shot, - says McGee

- Yes, Tony, you hit him right between the eyes, - chimes in Ziva.

Now its Gibbs turn to check the body, and he doesn’t entirely succeed in hiding his astonishment.

- Well, if this doesn’t make me NCIS’s lucky charm, I don’t know what will, - I tell them, walking off with the boy in my arms.

His mother is waiting with paramedics. As soon as she sees us, and sees that Daniel is physically fine, she envelops us both in a tight hug, letting tears of relief soak through my shirt. We must make a pretty picture. I hand the boy to paramedics. As his mother climbs into the car with them, Gibbs comes to stand next to me. He says ‘Good job’ and squeezes my left shoulder, reminding me of the bullet lodged in it. I hiss in pain as he looks at his palm covered in blood that seeped through my jacket.

- Holy shit! Tony you are hit! – I nod my agreement, - When…, - he’s clever, he makes the connection immediately, - It’s his shot? You got hit, pushing me to the floor.., - Gibbs regains his composure and smacks me on the head, then calls for paramedics. I hitch a ride with Daniel and his mom to Bethesda.

I’m patched up quickly, doctors wondering at my endurance. My arm in a sling, I make my way to Daniel’s room. His mom is with him, his hand in hers as she watches him sleep.

- Go get some coffee, Jessica, I’ll watch over him.

She gives me a small, grateful smile, and leaves the room. I take her place. I don’t how much has passed, but Daniel opens his eyes and sees me. But he’s not the only one watching me. I know that Gibbs is at the door, his eyes studying me for any signs of pain or discomfiture.

- Hey, Daniel.

- Hello, Angel.

I chuckle:

- Call me Tony.

- Ok, Angel Tony.

- How are you feeling?

- I’m tired, I want to sleep, but I dream about monsters chasing me, I’m scared. Angel, can

you make me sleep? Like you did before?

I smile and kiss his forehead. Just a few moments later he’s asleep again, peacefully this time, because I will him to dream of his favourite things. I turn around, meeting Gibbs’ gaze:

- Hey, boss.

- You enjoy being called Angel, Dinozzo?

- Oh, yeah! I’m glad someone has finally seen the true me, - Gibbs smirks at my words, shaking his head slightly.

Three months later.

I’m left to take care of four five years olds in an empty, messy kindergarten classroom, as Gibbs and the rest chase after the man, who killed their teacher. I hold them close to me, whispering soothing words, enveloping them with my wings, as we sit on the floor. For some reason I tell them about Kelly. I’m glad they’ve stopped playing with the feathers on my wings, when Gibbs and McGee come to tell us that the suspect is in custody and parents are waiting outside. I carry two of the kids, while Gibbs and McGee take one each. We get outside, handing our charges to their relatives. As the happy group walks off, one of the boys looks over his father’s shoulder at me and shouts:

- Angel Tony! Angel Tony, will you ask Angel Kelly to come play with me?

It takes all of my willpower to keep my face straight, and promise the boy that I will. Gibbs’ glare is burning through me as he growls:

- What the hell was that about, Dinozzo?

- Um… Nothing, boss.

Five months later.

Damn the freaking explosion! Gibbs is wriggling and groaning under me in a way that I find disturbingly erotic, but it’s not me that reduced him to this state, it’s the explosion, which I shielded him from. I get to my feet, pulling him to a standing position, than pushing him towards the exit, afraid there might be another blow. All the while I’m not letting him see my back, because the sight might make him stop. We ran straight into Ziva and McGee who assure us that there will be no more explosions. Then McGee sees my back.

- Yeah, probie, now I know how vampires feel, - I joke, slipping to my knees.

My team mates look in awestruck horror at the piece of wood sticking out of my back, just above my heart. Thankfully it didn’t penetrate far. Damn the debris! Gibbs is on his knees too, his arms around my waist, telling me to stay with him.

- I will Gibbs, don’t worry. I promised, - I whisper into his ear.

He probably thinks I’m delirious so he doesn’t ask who I promised it to. The paramedics are circling around us, not sure what to do. A kid separates from a crowd of on-lookers, and before anyone can catch him, he’s tugging at Gibbs, shouting at him to let go of me. To stop hurting the Angel. Damn, he’s seen my wings! Gibbs soothes the child, telling him that someone else hurt me that he’s trying to help me, as the guard takes the kid away. His blue eyes look deep into mine, our faces less than an inch apart.

- Tony, why do all the kids call you Angel?

- You can call me Angel too, Gibbs, - I smirk as he stifles the urge to smack me.

Two weeks later.

I’m at Shannon’s and Kelly’s graves. I’m asking their forgiveness for lusting after Jethro. I place a small bouquet between the headstones, hoping they heard me. That night they come to me in my sleep. Again. They tell me that that day at the docks Jethro came back for me, they tell me to love Jethro, to have faith in him and take the first step.

I might be an angel now, but I’m scared as hell, getting into the elevator with Gibbs in the morning. I have the ‘thousand butterflies in my stomach’ feeling as I throw the switch that halts the metal box. Gibbs is scowling, promising me the pink slip, as I step into his personal space and place a gentle kiss on his lips.