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Title: Think of Things
By: sandersyager
Pairing: Tony/Abby
Fandom: NCIS and CSI
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters belong to CBS, Bellisario, et al. No copyright infringement is intended..
Spoilers: none
Summary: It was their last night in Vegas.
Author's Notes: Here.

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Tony wasn't sure how he ended up in the middle of a fetish club dance floor with Warrick Brown's hand on his ass and Abby grinding against his thigh in a pair of PVC pants that had to be illegal. He wasn't sure how she ended up with Nick Stokes licking the side of her neck, or why he felt a surge of jealousy when it happened. He wasn't sure at all what Greg Sanders was doing, or rather having done to him, that made him whimper like that, head against Tony's shoulder.

What Tony was sure of was this. He was exhausted. It'd been three days since sleep meant anything other than a quick five minutes. The case that started in DC had taken him, Abby and Gibbs on a side trip to Seattle then landed them in Vegas working with a group of LEO's that Abby wrapped around her finger in the first ten minutes.

That group included Gil Grissom, to whom Gibbs readily yielded and by whom Abby was completely awestruck. Tony didn't find him all that impressive, just a little creepy, despite what his guys said, and he was more than confused by Gibb's behavior around him. It was almost like Grissom...

Tony was sure he didn't want to follow that train of thought and he could have killed Abby for planting the idea. All the talk about doms and subs and Tony just didn't want that image in his head. Not really. He also hadn't wanted to spend three days digging through false leads, crime scene photos, and god, he'd never get the smell of decomp out of his favorite shirt. Saying the case was rough would have been an understatement, and really, all Tony had wanted was to go back to the hotel and crash for a couple of hours before climbing into another car to get on another plane to go home to another case.

Abby had other ideas, standing behind him as they watched Stokes and Gibbs interrogate Ryan Masters. The air in the little room behind the two way mirror was thick with tension and, frankly, body funk, and when the handcuffs snicked closed, Abby had collapsed against Tony and Greg collapsed against her, their own version of human dominoes. Warrick had held Tony steady with nothing more than a wary glance and a hand on his shoulder, murmuring "Case closed."

Abby, being Abby, thought dancing was the answer, not a shower, not sleep, not anything any sane rational person would want, but dancing because it was their last night in Vegas and she was Abby and Abby was insane. But so was he and so were the Vegas Boys, as Abby called them, because there Tony was in the middle of... something, with Nick reaching past Abby to touch Tony's cheek, Greg's mouth hot against his throat and Warrick moaning in his ear. Somewhere in the back of his head, a tiny voice said maybe this wasn't a good idea, maybe he should stop, maybe he should just kiss Stokes already because those brown eyes were saying a whole lot more than hello and really, he had a nice mouth and just once...


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Gibbs sipped bourbon, standing at Lady Heather's side, her hand at the small of his back. She smiled and he faltered. Years had passed since his first trip here, and she could still send him down with a glance. That was the power of a good Dom, he knew that because of her, learned that lesson at her feet long before NCIS, long before marriage, long before a lot of things that made him need her tonight.

So, she smiled and he swallowed hard, fighting to stay in control because he had two subs on the floor. Two subordinates, he corrected himself, not his, not yet. Maybe not ever.

He shook his head, looking past Lady Heather to Grissom. Gil stood with a wine glass clutched in his hand, simultaneously ill at ease and completely in his element.

They made a strange trio in the middle of the Thursday night crowd, but Gibbs couldn't imagine anywhere else he belonged. Not on this night, with the weight of the case still heavy on his shoulders. Not after the shock of working with Grissom again.

Grissom was theirs, Gibbs and Lady Heather's, as much as any dom could claim another. Lady Heather had found him, but Gibbs had trained him, Lady Heather giving herself to both masters with a trust she offered to a very few. They formed a strange but powerful trio, and that was just one of the things that had drawn Gibbs back to his place at Lady Heather's side.

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