SWAK

I started this awhile ago, but when I saw that Xanthe was at home recovering from ankle surgery and there was a Get Well, Xanthe H/C athon! I decided I should finish it and get it posted for her.  So, heal quickly, Xanthe. 

Title: SWAK

Author: Tarabeth

Characters: Gibbs/DiNozzo

Spoilers for Episode 2:22 SWAK

The beginning of the story is directly from the end of the episode entitled SWAK. 

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Tony lay dying of the plague in the isolation ward of the National Naval Medical Center.

Kate clutched Ducky.  “He’s dying Ducky,” she cried.

“Awe the hell he is!” Gibbs stormed into Tony’s hospital room.

 

“Who the hell are you?” Dr. Pitt tried to block Gibbs from getting close to Tony. 

“His Boss!  The bug had a suicide chain.  It’s dead—been dead for over an hour.  He’s no longer infectious.”

 “Tony, listen to me.  Are you listening?”

Tony struggled for breath. “I’m…listening…boss.”

“You will not die.  You got that?” Tony slipped back into unconsciousness.  Gibbs slapped Tony on the forehead to bring him to.  “I said, ‘You will not die’.”

“I gottcha boss.”

Gibbs smiled. “Good.” He handed Tony his cell phone.  “It’s your cell.  I’d get the number changed; women keep calling for Spanky.”

~*~     ~*~     ~*~

Abby was so excited that Tony was finally coming home from the hospital.  She wanted to go with Gibbs to bring him home, but Gibbs had made it very clear that he wanted to get Tony home and settled before they had any visitors.  She watched the clock anxiously until 3:30 when she made her way into Tony’s apartment.

“You brought me a present, Abs?” Tony asked.

Abby flung herself into bed next to Tony.  “Yeah, I thought you’d need some new ones.”

“New what?”

“Well open it and find out,” Abby said shoving the present into Tony’s hands. 

Tony ripped open the black and pink skull wrapping paper.  “Buckeye jammies!”  Tony exclaimed.  “Abs, you’re the best. “ Tony looked up when he heard Gibbs entering the room.  “Ah, Boss, I’m not hungry,”

“But Tony you have to eat it; it’s Sister Rosita’s special chicken noodle soup.  She says it’ll have you back to work in no time.”  Abby took the tray from Gibbs and set it in front of Tony. 

“Eat!” Abby and Gibbs ordered in unison. 

“I need to get less bossy friends.” Tony gave a pout, but began to eat the soup.  “Mmm, this is good.  Sooo good, I needed something tasty after all that disgusting hospital food.”

“Sister Rosita said she cut the carrots and celery into little pieces just the way you like it.”

Gibbs raised an eyebrow at Tony questioning why Sister Rosita knew how he liked his soup.  It never ceased to amaze him how many people Tony endeared himself to. 

Abby noticed that Tony was starting to fade when he was about half way through his soup.  She leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.  “I’m going to go, Tony, you look like you need a nap.”

“I don’t need a nap,” Tony yawned.  “Please don’t go.”

“No, I’m going before Gibbs throws me out,” she said.  She gave Tony another little kiss, and then followed Gibbs out of the bedroom. 

Gibbs walked Abby to the door and gave her a peck on the cheek before she left.  He stopped off in the bathroom and picked up a thermometer before going back into the bedroom. 

Tony’s eyes grew wide when he saw Gibbs shaking down the thermometer.  “What are you doing with that, Boss?”

“Getting ready to take your temperature, before you take a nap.”

“Where?” Tony asked nervously. 

“In your bed,” Gibbs laughed.

“No, Boss, I meant where are you putting the thermometer.” Tony wasn’t sure if he could possibly blush any brighter than he was.

Gibbs smiled and shook his head.  “I was planning on putting it in your mouth.  Are you okay with that?”

“I am if it’s an oral thermometer.”

Gibbs almost choked at Tony’s answer.  “Well I don’t know, DiNozzo, I found it in your medicine cabinet. What kind of thermometer is it?”

Tony was wrong, Gibbs implication made his cheeks blush a deeper shade of pink.  “Gibbs,” Tony whined, “It’s an oral thermometer.”  He’d dropped the ‘other’ thermometer on the floor and broken it the last time he was sick, but it was too early in their relationship to share that bit of news with Gibbs

~*~     ~*~     ~*~

Tony was startled awake by Gibbs coming through the front door of his apartment. He’d fallen asleep on the sofa during the Magnum marathon.  Gibbs leaned over the back of the couch to kiss his very special agent. 

“Mmm, that was nice.”

Gibbs growled and signaled to the television with his head. “You fell asleep during Magnum again.” He placed his hand on Tony’s forehead to check for a fever. 

“Not asleep Boss, just dozing,” Tony said.  He flashed Gibbs a smile hoping to relieve his lover’s worry. 

“Mhm, roll over I want to check your temperature.”

“What!?” Tony sat up. “That’s not funny, Boss.”

“I’m not joking, DiNozzo. Turn over.”

“Bb…but,” Tony stuttered, “We don’t have one of those thermometers.”

“Do now.” Gibbs set a bag on the coffee table and removed a rectal thermometer and a small jar of Vaseline.  “I stopped at the pharmacy on the way home.”

“Boss?”

“Tony, it’s my job to pick up on what people aren’t saying—although you all but said the words last night. “ Gibbs knelt down on the floor next to the sofa.  “Come on, sweetheart, rollover.”

Tony kept his eyes on Gibbs as he turned over onto his stomach, and Gibbs gently rubbed his back until the younger man was comfortable.  He slipped his hands inside the waistband of Tony’s sleep pants and lowered them down to mid thigh.  “Your mom took your temperature this way, didn’t she?”

Tony nodded and sniffled into the pillow. 

Gibbs wiped a tear off Tony’s cheek with his thumb.  “She was the only one that ever took care of you when you were sick.”

Tony nodded again, and hiccupped a small sob into the pillow.

“Eight is awfully young to start taking care of yourself.” Gibbs swept Tony’s hair off his forehead and planted a soft kiss.  “Well I’ve got your six from now on.”

“Literally,” DiNozzo gave a hiccupped cross between a laugh and a sob as he felt his cheeks being parted.

“Yeah, kid, literally,” Gibbs said before sliding the thermometer into his partner.

~*~     ~*~     ~*~

Two weeks home from the hospital and Tony was not looking forward to being stuck home in his apartment for one day longer.  Now lying in bed cuddled close to Gibbs, watching The Scarlet Claw he thought he might risk asking.  “Can I go back to work tomorrow, boss?”

“You’ve still got a week of sick leave left, DiNozzo. “

“I feel great,” Tony tried to fill his answer with energy he wasn’t sure he was feeling. 

“Well, that’s good.  I guess we can get your spanking out of the way then.”

“Boss?”

“Got a problem with your ears, DiNozzo?”

“No sir. You’re going to spank me?”

“Yep,” Gibbs answered.

“For getting the plague? I can’t believe you’re going to spank me for getting the plague,” DiNozzo whined. 

Gibbs gave Tony a gentle slap to the back of his head. “I’m not spanking you for getting the plague DiNozzo.  I’m spanking you for the stupid idiotic way you opened that envelope, and the five procedures and protocols you broke while doing it. “

“You break protocols and procedures all the time!”

Gibbs, didn’t give an answer; he just gave the look that always made butterflies flutter in Tony’s stomach. 

Tony lowered his head. “But, it was sealed with a kiss, Boss.  Who would have thought it was tainted with plague.”

The look started to penetrate, and Tony’s nerves started to crumble his often impenetrable DiNozzo charm.

“SWAK, Gibbs, S-W-A-K.  It was a one in a million…one in a billion chance that it was from a crazed bioterrorist.”

“But it was, and that’s why you need to follow the protocols and procedures.  Drop the jammies, DiNozzo.”

“Boss,” Tony whined dragging out the word in hopes it would allow him to keep his beloved buckeye sleep pants on a little longer. 

“Now!”

Tony stood up and slipped his hands into the waistband of his pajamas and dropped them to the floor.  He whimpered as he was pulled over Gibbs’ lap.

Gibbs secured his arm around Tony’s waist and then dropped a very firm swat onto the bared ass.

“Tony you are a damn good agent, but you may not let your cocky womanizing image endanger your life! Because you belong to me.  Got it?”

“Got it, Boss, I belong to you.” Tony beamed at Gibbs’ praise and possessiveness.  His grin only lasted a moment before Gibbs’ hand started to rain down sharp quick slaps. 

It wasn’t one of Gibbs normal spankings; he was gentle with his boy.  Tony would have said differently.  He hadn’t been spanked since before he got the plague, and that was an awfully long time for him to go without a spanking.  The sensitive nerve endings in his butt were not appreciative at being so abruptly woken up. 

Gibbs brought the spanking to an end when he felt Tony lightly shaking with sobs.  His boy was usually stoic, and often worked so hard to hold in his tears, that Gibbs could now hear the muffled crying and feel the shaking body across his lap broke his heart.

He gently rubbed Tony’s back until the sobs slowed to small hiccupped gasps, and then Gibbs leaned down and kissed the hot red ass still lying across his lap.  “There you go DiNozzo, I  sealed it with a kiss.”

Tony turned over and into Gibbs waiting arms.  He groaned at the horrible attempt at humor. “Boss, I think you need to let me stick to being the funny one. “

Gibbs laughed, and patted Tony’s ass.  “All right, I’ll give up the jokes.  It’s time you gave up something too.”

“What’s that?”

 “It’s time you got the word out, Spanky, that your ass belongs to me now?”

“Will do, Boss,” Tony replied before he snuggled in close to Gibbs.  

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