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Title: Untitled
By: carinascott
Pairing: Gibbs/Dinozzo (established relationship)
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own, just having a bit of fun.
Summary: NCIS, Tony, borrowing Gibbs' dad when he needs to talk -- prompt by spae.
Author's note: So I was scanning the lonely and unclaimed prompts over at the comment_fic , and since I really need to get more written for my NCIS fic yet find myself desperately battling writer's block, I thought I'd take a break and let my muse work on some of the prompts I found there.


"Gibbs residence."

"Hi Jack. It's Tony."

"Tony! Great to hear from you son. How have you been?"

"Great. Good! I'm doing good."

"Well, that's a load of horse-pucky if I've ever heard it. What's on your mind son? Has that boy of mine done something?"

Smiling, spirits lifting at the obvious concern, "No, Jethro is fine. We're doing great."

"Glad to hear it. You're good for him. You keep him on his toes. He needs that."

"I don't know about that. But I'm glad you both seem to agree on that."

"Yeah, one of the few things we can agree on, but a great reason to find common ground. So, what's got you down, Tony? Bad day at work?"

"No. Just all around blue mood, I guess. I looked at the calendar a little while ago and I noticed that my mother's birthday is a few days away. Jethro is at a conference, so he's in meetings all day. I was feeling down a bit. And you always cheer me up, so I thought I'd call and let you regale me with tales from Gibbs' childhood. Give me something to tease him about when he calls later tonight."

"Well, that I can do my boy. Let me see here. Leroy was a impish tyke, so I have to think hard to come up with real doozies, as he was always doing something."

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Oh, here's a good one! When Leroy was about 11, he was playing with his friends. Just  some neighborhood kids. Anyway, they all loved those old westerns, like the Guns of Will Sonnett and Iron Horse. So they were playing and Leroy was the 'bad guy'.  Imagine that, huh? Anyway, for some reason they got it in their heads that the fences would be their 'horses'. So apparently, Leroy was running and decided to jump on his horse like he'd seen on the tv. Remember they were using wooden fences for their horses. Suffice it to say, that was the end of their playtime that evening. And he was kinda swollen for a few days, and embarrassed for a lot longer."

Tony, for the sake of his lover's dignity, tried not to laugh. For about five seconds. Then he really let loose, unable to control himself at the image Jack had painted.

A few moments later, still chuckling slightly, Tony spoke to Jackson, "Poor Jethro. I can only imagine how bad that hurt."

"Yeah, his mother gave him ice packs to help with the swelling. I don't think he looked at her in the eye for the rest of the week without turning red."

"I bet."

"So, are you feeling better?"

Smiling in spite of himself, Tony nodded, "Yeah. Thank you. I really need a good laugh."

"No problem son. So, you want to hear more? Got plenty more where that came from."

Checking the clock on the nightstand next to the bed, Tony realized it would be a few hours still before he could call Gibbs. Shifting on the bed to get more comfortable, Tony leaned back against the headboard. "Sure Jack. I'd love to hear more."

"Great! So, did I tell you about the time...."