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(Very) Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo (little_ozzo) wrote in ridgewayresort,
@ 2011-01-31 22:07:00

Entry tags:

!plot, abby sciuto, gabriel, guy of gisborne, heather lisinski, timothy mcgee, tony dinozzo

Who: Tony and coma!Gibbs, open to Abby, McGee, Heather, anyone else who wants to drop by
When: Afternoon/heading in to the evening
Where: The clinic
What: Seeing Gibbs in a coma. A-freaking-gain.
Rating: Low, maybe some swearing?

Tony was standing at the foot of the bed Gibbs was laying in, hands wrapped around the frame so tight his knuckles were white. This was not an experience he'd ever planned on living through twice. He wouldn't blame Abby. She hadn't known what would happen. And besides which, she was distressed enough by all this enough as it was. She didn't need anyone trying to make her feel guilty.

The silence of the room was periodically broken by the hissing of the ventilator those damned Oompa Loompas had hooked Gibbs up to. He'd gotten them to drag some at least semi comfortable chairs in here for the others. He didn't think he wanted to sit. He didn't really want to move. He felt sick, a knot in his stomach. This was Gibbs. It had been hard enough to fathom anything happening to him the first time. He was supposed to be invincible, indestructible. He was Tony's boss, his leader, his confidant, and he might even go so far as to say his friend, these days.

He didn't particularly want to lay any of this crap at Heather's feet. But he knew he wouldn't mind the company. Abby and McGee weren't faring much better than he was, from the looks of them.

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little_ozzo
2011-02-02 09:53 am UTC (link)

Tony felt the ridiculous urge to tell Feathers to get the hell away from Gibbs when he stepped closer to the bed, and in the same moment wondered where it had come from. His hands still gripped the frame at the end of the bed, as if it would get away from him if he didn't, or maybe that he might run from the room if he wasn't attached to the furniture.

"Don't call him sir," he finally said to Gabriel in a slightly hoarse voice, stealing Gibbs own line as he continued, "He works for a living."

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lucyimhome
2011-02-02 10:09 am UTC (link)

Gabriel was well aware of the tension in Tony's arms. He was secretly glad his friend didn't order him away. That... was significant. "I can assure you both that those who carried that title used to work for it, anyway, don't know about you but I'm not here to make him comfortable. He's already that. You want him awake he needs to see it's worth his while. It's why I need your voice." He turned his head to look at Tony.

"Why don't you have a chat? Tell him about all the extra special things you've been doing since you got here."

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irradiated_ants
2011-02-02 10:33 am UTC (link)

As soon as her hands were free, it only took her a minute to cross over to the man who had claims on her heart. Offering a brilliant grin to Gabriel as she did. They would have to be the light in this room, there was no doubt about that. She wasn't sure what Tony needed right then, what he would accept. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and not let go... But that was a little big for the room. Instead what she did do was small. Her arm slipped along his waist. From behind.

Looking up along Gibbs laying prone. This was the last way she would have wanted to meet someone who meant so much to Tony. Unable to help herself, she tentatively reached out, with her free hand, and lightly closed her fingers around the curve in the blanket that were Gibbs toes. "It's Gibbs or Boss. Though he'd probably tell us that he's not our boss." Mentally she begged Wake up Gibbs, please wake up.

Glancing over at Tim as he sat patiently with her little invention in his hand. "That little thing will produce the smell of sawdust, without all the mess. All you have to do is plug it into the block of wood, and turn it quickly enough that it cuts into the wood, it'll make little wood curly cues but they smell great when you burn them. But you have to be careful because the sharp edge is really really sharp." She figured it was something the older gentleman before her would appreciate, it was fully manual after all.

Her eyes cut to Abby and Guy. He had looked mildly uncomfortable until Abby wrapped her arms around him. She wouldn't ever say so to Robin or... Well anybody, but it was good to see the other wise cold man's face light up.

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little_ozzo
2011-02-02 10:43 am UTC (link)

"Gibbs," he added, corrected, after Heather told Gabriel what to call him. "Just call him Gibbs." He then focused on the other part of what Gabriel had said to him. "The last thing he wants to hear is me talking about that..." He nearly said that shit, but with the woman with her arms currently wrapped around his waist within range of hearing, he would hardly call the things that had been happening to him shit. Mundane things, maybe.

"Maybe if we had a case to tell him about," he added absently as his eyes dropped to Heather's fingers at Gibbs toes.

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lucyimhome
2011-02-02 11:04 am UTC (link)

"Are you saying this place is short on mystery?" Gabriel asked Tony. "There's a lot here worth waking up for. I mean I could muster up a body if you like, promise I won't tell you who did it but we could always make something up? Anyway, not my call, Noz. You know him. Say whatever you think will work. Just... let him hear your voice." Gabriel was aiming for a balance between encouragement and urgency. They all seemed so afraid. That wasn't gonna cut it.

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of_gisborne
2011-02-02 11:38 am UTC (link)

It was easy to just wrap his flower laden arms around her, as she hugged him. He dusted a kiss across Abby's brow. "Everything will be alright, love, you'll see." It was the only comfort he could offer. How could things not be alright? Could anyone hurt her so badly? If Petersen did he would be more than happy to run the man through.

He offered a brief smile over Abby's head, to Gabriel. Sure he stood out, but not as much as he would before he had met her. Dressed in the denims and a button down shirt that she had selected for him. "Everybody wakes up from sleep eventually. Perhaps... Perhaps he was extra tired when he was brought here." His voice extra soft, as if he were only speaking to her. Knowing the others could still hear him. If the mans nearly white hair and aged face was any sign, he had seen quite a few summers.

His eyes moved from the one they were calling Gibbs, to Tony, and back to Gabriel before his attention snapped back to Abby.

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probiewankenobi
2011-02-02 12:04 pm UTC (link)

He set the little.... thing off to one side. He wasn't much into hand tools but he'd definitely give it a try later. Standing up he began to move things around. He wasn't used to sitting still so much, especially with Gibbs around. So he set up the Coffee pot on the same table that the Pizzas got sat on. Rooting through one of the plastic bags he found the had grinder, it was manual, he couldn't help but grin at that. He pulled out the bag of coffee, creamer, sugar ad a bag of hazel nuts, which were no doubt for Tony. All this was sat beside the coffee maker.

"Hey Abbs, Heather brought you some Caf-pow in a can. And one of those wrap things that you like." He hoped he could encourage her to eat something. He set each to one side, surprised that the cans were cold. He pulled out the plastic silverware. And rolled up the plastic bags so that they could be reused later.

Opening the bag of beans he took a whiff, though he almost didn't have too. "Wow. This should definitely wake Gibbs up." He commented as he filled the little grinder with the beans, and started twisting it effectively crushing them.

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little_ozzo
2011-02-02 12:49 pm UTC (link)

Whether Gibbs could hear him or not wasn't something Tony was sure about. It wasn't something he waned to speculate on either. Unlike Ziva, and Ducky and even Jenny, he hadn't gotten time alone with Gibbs last time, to just sit and talk to his Boss.

"Hey Boss," he finally addressed the man laying in the bed in front of him, his tone as casual as when he was approaching his desk with an update on a case. "You know you're really making more of a scene than you like. Abby's upset." He paused for a minute, glancing down. "And you know you've got McSpill messing with your coffee. That can't end well."

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lucyimhome
2011-02-02 01:03 pm UTC (link)

Gabriel knew this was his time to be quiet and back off. He'd done his bit and Tony was talking, sounding very much like he did on that amusing little show. The angel moved over to stand by Timmy, drawn to the spectical but, also, not wanting too many eyes on Tony when he was already having to pick his every work.

"You're doin' OK there, Timmy, that should have the paint off the walls in no time." His voice was soft now, not wanting to drown any of them out. There was no need. They were doing, each in their own way. No longer staring, no longer waiting. He wasn't sure it would be enough but it was something and something was better than the oppressive ass-fest he'd walked into. Who would wanna open their eyes to that.

He spared a smile for Guy. The way he was, wrapped around Abby, it looked right. He wouldn't tell Robin that but Abby didn't look scared or apprehensive, she looked comforted by his presence. Gabriel knew, from experience, that meant a lot.

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caf_pow_wow
2011-02-02 02:25 pm UTC (link)

Abby didn't bother responding to Guy's statement. Gibbs tired? Sure, it must happen some times, but it hardly seemed like it. He was always going, that man.

Shaking her head, she shifted slightly, turning her gaze to McGee without releasing Guy. "I'm not hungry, McGee." Her voice was soft, lacking a bit of the normal energy. And however much she knew she should be eating, she really couldn't find the desire to eat. The smell alone was just making her a bit nauseous.

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little_ozzo
2011-02-03 02:04 am UTC (link)

"He knows you're not Abby." Tony directed a fairly significant look in McGee's direction as he said that, the meaning clear. Now was not the time to pester her, regardless of any feelings there. He then focused on Abby again. "It's just there for when you are again."

There was no shame in being hungry in this situation, if you were. This wasn't like television. If you were hungry, you were hungry. It just so happened that he wasn't at the moment, and could understand why Abby wasn't either.

His eyes were drawn to Gibbs once more, even as he brought up a hand to cover Heathers, where it was wrapped around his waist. He was thankful for all she'd done.

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irradiated_ants
2011-02-03 03:49 am UTC (link)

Her fingers wiggled just a little beneath his, as she gave him a very light squeeze. "Think Gibbs would get mad it I tickled the bottom of his foot?" She asked quietly, she didn't want to do it out of lack of respect, but often a coma patient would respond in someway to such stimulus. She knew some reaction would go miles in revealing some of their tension. But she wouldn't if Tony didn't think it was wise.

Catching her lower lip, for a moment before she spoke to their Boss. "Gibbs... You don't know me, so I don't know that you'd like me. But... You have some great people that would love to see you wake up. And I do know enough about you to know those machines have to be pissing you off. And I'm betting those Oompa Loompas aren't feeding you stake." She didn't know why she felt the urge to speak. She just did.

She eased her thumb over the ball of the covered foot beneath her hand. Not a tickle. Not a caress really... Just a encouragement. Just something. Feeling the digits jerk against her palm she gasped. Pulling her hand away as she did. Bright blues wide.

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little_ozzo
2011-02-03 04:43 am UTC (link)

He sucked in a breath, seeing Gibbs toes move, eyes fixed on his Boss's foot for a second before they snapped up to look at his face. Finally releasing the grip he still had with one hand on the frame of the bed, he disentangled himself from Heather's grasp, moving closer to the head of the bed.

"Do that again," he requested of Heather, eyes still on Gibbs. "Boss? You liked that talk of steak?"

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irradiated_ants
2011-02-03 07:39 am UTC (link)

She wasn't surprised at Tony's reaction. Wetting her lips she placed her hand over Gibbs foot again. Holding her breath she eased her thumb over the ball of his foot, just like she had before. When she got the same reaction, she grinned. "Either he likes the idea of steak or he would like a foot massage. It's hard to say. Cause it's not like he's jerking away."

Wetting her lips again she ventured to ask. "So, Gibbs, which is it? Steak? Or are you needing a foot rub." The steak she could see him asking for... A foot rub? While he might enjoy it... She couldn't see the older man asking for it.

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lucyimhome
2011-02-03 01:27 pm UTC (link)

Gabriel smiled a little and stayed quiet, only watching intently. All they had to do was make some noise. Not be afraid to touch him.

The wonder of the human brain. It had it's own timing and didn't care spit for your worried friends. Gabriel's powers were no use here, just as Jim's had been no use. It was up to the humans to tend there own and too right too.

He was just the moral support. He moved to the back of the room and leaned against the wall. Just one of the guys. It was strange to be the only one in the room without any power, for once.

He didn't mind it.

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caf_pow_wow
2011-02-03 02:43 pm UTC (link)

Glancing over in time to see Gibbs' foot twitch, Abby pulled back from Guy with a soft squeeze. She liked him holding her, but Gibbs was registering as more important on her radar right now.

With Tony on one side of the bed, she moved to the other, taking hold of his hand again. She wouldn't ever say it aloud, but the fact that he'd moved when Heather had touched him and not when Abby had been talking to him and holding his hand for hours...it hurt. It was irrational; she knew Gibbs couldn't control the coma, but still.

Hand squeezed his before, impulsively, Abby bent, pressing a quick kiss to Gibbs' cheek. "C'mon," she whispered, eyes intently studying his face for any sign of a difference. "Lady asked you a question." And Gibbs was a gentleman. A bit rough around the edges, but a gentleman.

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probiewankenobi
2011-02-04 12:21 pm UTC (link)

He was just sliding the carafe into the coffee maker, having ignored Tony's crack at him screwing up Gibbs coffee. He'd spilled it enough times and had to go get more to know how Gibbs liked it.

Placing Abby's wrap on top of the cans of Caf-pow, so that they would keep it cold, before he tied them together int he same bag. He was arranging the different items when the commotion started, over Gibbs moving. Jerking around as Tony moved, his eyes widened just a little bit, as he watched Heather stroke over the ball of Gibbs' foot. His mouth dropped open when he saw their Boss' toes move for a second time.

He watched as Abby moved over to the other side. "Abby Abby, stroke your fingers over his palm. The reason he isn't responding to his hands is because of the calluses." He turned his own hand over and rubbed his own soft palm to demonstrate. "But his palm should be soft."

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little_ozzo
2011-02-05 12:18 am UTC (link)

"Don't let Gibbs hear you saying that Probie," Tony automatically retorted, but there was more of his usual joking in it this time. They had a sign of hope now, even if it was only a small one. "Keep making that coffee." He wanted to see if that had any impact. He doubted it, but hell it was worth a shot. He realised he'd slipped back in to bossing the Probester around as if they were on a case, but he couldn't really help it in situations like this. He doubted McGee would take it personally.

Looking over at Abby, seeing the tentative expression on her face, he offered her a smile. "You ready for this Abby? Once he's here there'll be no getting rid of him," he joked. As his eyes moved down to Gibbs toes again they were drawn back to Heathers face, and he offered her the first smile since she'd gotten here. It wasn't huge, but it was there.

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caf_pow_wow
2011-02-05 02:09 am UTC (link)

"I don't want to get rid of him," Abs retorted, eyes darting to Tony for a moment before returning to Gibbs' hand, resting in her own. A deep breath as she tried to tell herself not to get too worked up. It was entirely possible that he wouldn't respond.

Still, her fingers slowly traced one of the lines in his palm, and then she almost gasped as his fingers closed around hers. "Gibbs." It was almost an exhale, relief shining through in her tone.

She sank into the chair right there, her other hand moving up to clasp his hand in hers.

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of_gisborne
2011-02-05 02:54 am UTC (link)

He wasn't sure what to do with himself. So he simply set the plant on an empty surface, and leaned against the wall beside Gabriel. Holding the rose before him as an invitation should she want to return to his arms anytime. He didn't miss the hurt that worked over her face. And was quite glad to see it go once the older gentleman squeezed her hand.

"Perhaps he simply needs a long rest?" He offered quietly. No doubt the man moving was a good thing. It definitely meant he wasn't dead. If the machines that made different noises were any indication of that. He couldn't imagine living with the aid of machines though. It wasn't a way he would want to go.

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irradiated_ants
2011-02-05 03:45 am UTC (link)

Heather's smile doubled in size when Tony responded with a small one. She stroked over Gibbs foot again. And when it responded, yet again, she gave a small nervous giggle. "Tony... It might irritate him but... I don't see Gibbs liking all these machines. Take your finger and put it under his nose. See if you can feel if he's breathing through his nose at all. If he is, he might be able to breath on his own and the tube can be removed." She paused chewing her lower lip. "Or that one can, that way when he does wake up he doesn't choke on it trying to get it out."

How great was this? If anyone gave Petersen a hard time getting him here, it would be Gibbs. And if it helped wake him up, then she wouldn't object to giving the old man a foot rub. "Lets just hope he doesn't decide to catch up on all the sleep he's missed over the years." She joked, though it might have been a bad one, in response to what Gisborne said. But she knew that wasn't how comas worked. He could wake up whenever. In the next few moments, tomorrow, a week from now... She didn't dare go beyond that even in her mind.

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caf_pow_wow
2011-02-07 01:48 am UTC (link)

Abs just shook her head. It was Gibbs, he didn't need sleep. Just extra strong coffee. She hated seeing him like his. Fingers moved against his palm once more, smile widening as his fingers squeezed more tightly, almost as if he were trying to stop the action.

"I can't leave you alone until you wake up, Gibss," she informed him softly. He should know that. She couldn't just give up on him.

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