Gibbs has something to tell Ducky.
An established relationship story.
Gibbs/DiNozzo as a couple are also mentioned in this story.
Written: June 2007. Word count: 801.
"Ducky, there's something I have to tell you." Gibbs spoke softly, as he walked across the sitting room to where his long-term lover was waiting for him.
Ducky looked up at him and smiled. The love he felt for Gibbs blazed, as it always did, from his pale blue eyes. "Yes, my dear," he said, taking Gibbs's hand and tugging him down.
For a moment Gibbs hesitated. But then seeing the look of confusion on Ducky's face, he allowed himself to be pulled down and kissed.
After a moment or two, he gently broke the kiss and moved away.
"My dear?" Ducky asked, his tone a mixture of puzzlement and hurt.
Gibbs swallowed hard. He had never wanted to hurt Ducky; not again. Over the years, he'd done that far too many times and he'd vowed he would never do it again. And it was a promise he had intended to keep. But things change; the absurd, the bizarre, the hitherto unbelievable, the what you never dreamed of, would have poured scorn on, laughed about, did happen.
For a moment he closed his eyes and considered not telling Ducky. After all, he'd been unfaithful before, why was this any different? But it was. He knew that. He knew that he couldn't cheat on the man he loved, the man he worshipped, the man he'd kill for, die for, the man who showed him what life and love were about. The man who completed him, made him whole, the man who touched his heart and soul as well as his body. Oh, and how he touched his body; hard, rough, fast; exactly the way Gibbs liked to be touched. Even a minute away from him was too much. No, he couldn't do it. Not this time.
He crouched down in front of Ducky and took his hands. "Duck," he said gently, hating himself but knowing that he had to do it. And he had to do it now. "Duck," he repeated. "I'm so sorry, so very sorry, but . . . " He broke off; he couldn't tell Ducky. He couldn't.
"Go on, dearest. You can tell me. You know you can tell me anything. Whatever it is, I'll understand. I always have."
Doubt if you will this time, Duck. "Ducky. Please believe me when I say that I never meant this to happen. But . . . Oh, hell. Duck, there's no easy way to say this. But, you see, I've fallen in love, really in love." Ducky's face barely changed. Except his eyes and they became frozen, and under Gibbs's gaze Ducky began to hastily erect the barriers he rarely put up.
"And with whom might that be, Jethro?" The 'this time' hung in the air between them.
Gibbs swallowed hard. "DiNozzo," he said. "Duck, I've fallen in love with Tony and I'm going to live with him. I'm so sorry, Duck. So very, very sorry. If I could -"
"Get out." Ducky shook off Gibbs's hands and stood up.
"I said get out. Get out of my house, Gibbs. Get out of my house and get out of my life. For good this time. Do you hear me? Get out. Get out now."
"But, Duck, I -" Gibbs stared after Ducky as slowly, but with a straight back, he limped from the room.
For a moment or two he just stayed where he was, squatting on the floor, not certain what to do. He hated himself for what he'd done, for hurting his dearest, oldest, closest friend. But it would be worth it; once he was back in Tony's arms, with his mouth on his, and his hands moving over his body, caressing him, stroking him, everything would be all right.
Yes, he'd hurt Ducky, and this time the hurt went beyond any hurt Gibbs had ever caused his old friend, Gibbs knew that. And of course he regretted it. But the kind of love he had for and with Tony only came once in a lifetime, and only then if you were very, very, very lucky. And when it came, you had to reach out and grab it with both hands before it slipped away.
He stood up, and with one final glance around the room he knew so well, he turned and strode out of the room, out of the house, out of Ducky's life. He left behind all of his belongings, even his boat. None of them mattered; nothing mattered beyond one thing, one person: Anthony DiNozzo, his lover, his life, his very essence. The man he'd grow old with and love even with his last breath.
He gunned his car engine and pulled away from the house, leaving behind him his past and driving off into the future; his future; his future with Tony.
Bizarre Behvior Explained is the sequel to this story.
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