CHARACTERS: Leroy Jethro Gibbs, Tobias Fornell
GENRE: implied slash/established relationship
WORD COUNT: 440
CHALLENGE: NCIS. Gibbs/Fornell. It is only a broken arm
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I borrow them once in awhile, but put them away tidily.
The tech put the finishing touches on the fiberglass cast that covered Fornell’s right arm from his knuckles to nearly his shoulder.
“We’ll give that a few minutes to firm up and then you are good to go, Agent Fornell,” the tech said as he pulled off his gloves.
“Swell,” Fornell said.
“You shouldn’t have gotten black, Fornell,” Gibbs said.
“And why not?”
“Because it's summer and a black cast is gonna be damn hot.”
“Maybe I should have gotten the hot pink or maybe that day-glo green. Oh yeah, I can just hear the comments about that at the next crime scene.”
“You’re not gonna be at any crime scene soon,” Gibbs said as he took a sip of his coffee.
“And why not?” Fornell said testily, “It is just a broken arm, it’s not like I lost a lung or something.”
Just then the tech came back into the room carrying a sheaf of papers.
He pinged the cast and said, “Yeah, it is just fine. Now here are your discharge instructions. And a script for some painkillers.”
Fornell pushed the papers away, “I don’t need any.”
The tech smiled knowingly, “That is what all you agent types always say. Humor me will you. Just take the script. It is up to you if you fill it. But, a word of advice. Take either the Vicodin or the bourbon, just not both at the same time.”
“I am sure as hell not… oh God!” Fornell said as he stood up and the pain of the broken ulna hit him.
“What was that Fornell?” Gibbs said as he gathered up his belongs.
“Nothing, dammit. Just surprised me a bit, the weight of the cast and all. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
A short time later they were in Gibbs’ car heading out of the parking lot.
“Hey Gibbs,” Fornell said. “ My house is that way.”
“Yeah, I know. I thought maybe it would be better if you stayed at my house for a few days.”
“Jethro, dammit. It is only a broken arm,” Fornell said again.
“Fornell, have you even thought about how you are gonna take your shirt off over that cast, let alone cook something to eat, brush your teeth , or zip and button your own pants after you pee?”
“Not really,” Fornell mumbled.
“Okay, Jethro. You win. But just for a couple of days. Just til I figure out how to do stuff left handed. But I got one stipulation.”
“We get carry out while I am at your house. In my weakened condition, I may die from eating your cooking.”