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sam_storyteller) wrote2005-07-12 10:36 am
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Entry tags:
- ao3,
- crossovers,
- dexter,
- ncis,
- podfic
Style (Dexter/NCIS)
Title: Style
Rating: PG-13 for gore and violence
Summary: Dexter makes a friend.
Fandoms: Dexter, NCIS
Warnings: Mention of rape; graphic depictions of implicitly-condoned serial murder.
Originally Posted 2.10.09
Also available at AO3.
reena_jenkins has done a podfic of this fic!
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I knew the first time we met that he was a kindred spirit. It's something about the eyes, and the way we move.
Local NCIS stole a case from us when we found out he was a Marine, and they kept hitting a dead end so they asked for some hotshot from DC. They got the hotshot they wanted, too: Tony DiNozzo, all swagger and classic films and handsome sharp smiles. I kept my hand in the case because I'm better at spatter than their guys and they knew it, which is why I got to meet Agent DiNozzo, and give him the grin -- the one that says, I know what you are.
We both figured out who it was pretty early on. There was a guy, and a little girl who got raped, and her dead Marine daddy. We were still looking for proof the guy raped the girl and killed her dad when we both realised it was a race.
Not to catch him and convict him. Oh no. Just a race to find him. A private race. Between Dexter and DiNozzo.
He got there first.
Well, I wasn't far behind, actually.
I walked in when he was elbows-deep in the guts of a living man. I liked DiNozzo; he's got flair, so I let him live even though he was poaching on my territory. He got scared, of course, until I picked up a knife and said, which is pretty snappy if I say so myself, "Mind if I cut in?"
After we finished having our fun, we had a few beers (he brought a cooler). "Rule Fifteen: never drink on the job; wait until after. That's what my boss says," he said to me.
"I like his style," I said. "He teach you how to cut like that?"
DiNozzo shook his head. "Nah. I watch a lot of autopsies. And I have this friend, Abbs. She likes crime scene photos, the gorier the better, she's always got something new to show me. She's seen some of my work. Doesn't know it though."
"You keep a kill count? Souvenirs?"
"Can't afford to." He laughed then. "You know what's funny? I've been accused of murder like...three times. And none of them were ever my hit. They've tossed my place, they've put me in cuffs, they've interrogated me for three murders I never committed. One time they thought I was a biter."
"Are you?"
"Ew, and no," he said. I shrugged. Takes all kinds. "I've killed eighteen scumbags who richly deserved it, but I didn't shoot my girlfriend's dad either. Even if he probably deserved it too. So," he added. "You like blood."
"Yeah. You?"
"I like classic film," he said contemplatively. "So, where do you dump around here?"
"I got a boat. Want me to handle it?"
He lit up with a smile. "Would you? I was worried about that."
"Sure, no problem."
"Hey, listen, I really didn't mean to steal your thunder here. You come up to DC sometime, I'll give you a tour, we'll have some fun."
I gave him my business card.
"You really don't keep any souvenirs at all?" I asked, as we parted ways.
"It's all up here," he said, tapping his temple. "Be seeing you, Dex."
"Seeya, DiNozzo."
Rating: PG-13 for gore and violence
Summary: Dexter makes a friend.
Fandoms: Dexter, NCIS
Warnings: Mention of rape; graphic depictions of implicitly-condoned serial murder.
Originally Posted 2.10.09
Also available at AO3.
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I knew the first time we met that he was a kindred spirit. It's something about the eyes, and the way we move.
Local NCIS stole a case from us when we found out he was a Marine, and they kept hitting a dead end so they asked for some hotshot from DC. They got the hotshot they wanted, too: Tony DiNozzo, all swagger and classic films and handsome sharp smiles. I kept my hand in the case because I'm better at spatter than their guys and they knew it, which is why I got to meet Agent DiNozzo, and give him the grin -- the one that says, I know what you are.
We both figured out who it was pretty early on. There was a guy, and a little girl who got raped, and her dead Marine daddy. We were still looking for proof the guy raped the girl and killed her dad when we both realised it was a race.
Not to catch him and convict him. Oh no. Just a race to find him. A private race. Between Dexter and DiNozzo.
He got there first.
Well, I wasn't far behind, actually.
I walked in when he was elbows-deep in the guts of a living man. I liked DiNozzo; he's got flair, so I let him live even though he was poaching on my territory. He got scared, of course, until I picked up a knife and said, which is pretty snappy if I say so myself, "Mind if I cut in?"
After we finished having our fun, we had a few beers (he brought a cooler). "Rule Fifteen: never drink on the job; wait until after. That's what my boss says," he said to me.
"I like his style," I said. "He teach you how to cut like that?"
DiNozzo shook his head. "Nah. I watch a lot of autopsies. And I have this friend, Abbs. She likes crime scene photos, the gorier the better, she's always got something new to show me. She's seen some of my work. Doesn't know it though."
"You keep a kill count? Souvenirs?"
"Can't afford to." He laughed then. "You know what's funny? I've been accused of murder like...three times. And none of them were ever my hit. They've tossed my place, they've put me in cuffs, they've interrogated me for three murders I never committed. One time they thought I was a biter."
"Are you?"
"Ew, and no," he said. I shrugged. Takes all kinds. "I've killed eighteen scumbags who richly deserved it, but I didn't shoot my girlfriend's dad either. Even if he probably deserved it too. So," he added. "You like blood."
"Yeah. You?"
"I like classic film," he said contemplatively. "So, where do you dump around here?"
"I got a boat. Want me to handle it?"
He lit up with a smile. "Would you? I was worried about that."
"Sure, no problem."
"Hey, listen, I really didn't mean to steal your thunder here. You come up to DC sometime, I'll give you a tour, we'll have some fun."
I gave him my business card.
"You really don't keep any souvenirs at all?" I asked, as we parted ways.
"It's all up here," he said, tapping his temple. "Be seeing you, Dex."
"Seeya, DiNozzo."
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I actually haven't seen last nights episode yet, but it's on the agenda for today. I'll certainly look for the crotch thing when I watch it later, though.
I have slight issues imagining Gibbs with a guy, but that could because of the epic right that is Gibbs/Abby (in my mind at least). I'm totally with the rest of your theory though.
I wish I could find a way to will your story into knowing where it's headed.
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And Ducky is totally the ex that he eventually became best friends with. :D Which is why whenever anyone's having issues with Gibbs, HAVE YOU NOTICED, they go to Ducky. :D
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You know you need to write about all of this, Sam.
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Canonically Ducky knew Gibbs a lot longer than Jenny did, and I think they've just plain shared more life experiences than anyone else, and the only real way to learn about Gibbs is to be around him because god knows he never TELLS PEOPLE anything.
I'm convinced that Abby and McGee broke up because he realised he was gay and she's the first person he came out to (nobody officially knows, but come on). I don't think McGee pines for Tony, he knows him too well -- I don't think McGee realises that Tony's really into him. TONY doesn't realise it because Tony believes himself to be straight, straight, straight. I suspect Abby will have to point it out to McGee, who will somehow have to induce Tony's gaypiphany.
SO MANY FAAAAANFICS TO WRITE....
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Not to bring another fandom into this, but if we had Dr. Horrible's freeze ray we could stop the world, adding more time and thus be able to write all the fan fics ever. Of course, this requires a freeze ray actually existing in real life which is a bit complicated.
The fan fic, Sam, it's eating my brain alive. How is it possible to get any work done now?
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Also, Tony's realisation, a few hours after he has the gaypiphany, that "Then...I have a huge crush on Gibbs, don't I." "Yup." "Oh my god, does he know?" "Yup."
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Seriously, I'm speechless at its awesome.
It's hard to argue against the Tony/McGee thing (not that I am trying, because I'm not) when a few episodes ago Tony PRETENDED TO BE A GIRL online to go out with McGee. I really want to see them, now.
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"Special agents McGee and DiNozzo."
"Very special agents."
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I can kind of see Ziva and Tony together at some point. The sheer amount of flirtation that goes on there is ridiculous. And he totally gets jealous when she goes off to Israel for a vacation and won't tell him if she's seeing someone there.
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You were so right about the crotch thing with Gibbs in that last episode. He's right up in Tony's business, so to speak.
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Also, having just moved my entire apartment up a hill to a different apartment in the same complex, I completely understand not moving back in with R. *is dead*
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Watching Deliverance now (apparently netflix decided to not put the last two episodes on watch instantly...). Tony- "That's why I prefer the fur hand cuffs. Not really, Boss. That's for her. I don't wear the cuffs." All I can think is that really, Tony would not be wearing the cuffs in a Gibbs/Tony relationship.