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Disclaimer: The characters from the show aren�t mine,
they belong to others. No copyright infringement intended. Any characters you
don�t recognise are mine. Feedback would be nice, positive feedback would be
nicer. Enjoy! Category: NCIS pre-slash angst hurt/comfort fic Rating: NC-17 overall Characters: Gibbs/Dinozzo Series: Yes 3/? Spoilers: Assume all of Season One Summary: Gibbs lives dangerously in cyberspace. Archive: Just tell me where it�s going Additional �stuff�: Inspired by the idea in �Immortals�
that two people can communicate each not knowing who the other really is. For a
while anyway. Also inspired by a fic I read in another fandom where two
characters chatted in a D/s themed chat room. Mostly a transcript of an online conversation in a chat
room and (�) represent silent gaps in the conversations. I made the email
address up!! Title: Assumed names � Three Some months later� Tony sat at the table wearing a blue toweling robe, the
thick fabric drying his shower-damp skin where it touched. He connected to the
chat room and sighed when he didn�t see their room � he had long ago considered
it �their� room � his and Gunny�s. A message popped up and he clicked on it //TonyD has entered the room// StrongMan: Hey TD TonyD: Hey SM StrongMan: Long time no speak TonyD: Been kinda busy. Kidnapped, drugged, locked up
underground, that kind of thing StrongMan: Your Gunnery Sergeant into that kind of thing?
TonyD: No way! He�s straight. Married. Kids StrongMan: And you don�t mind? Not exactly what this room
is about TonyD: He�s a good listener StrongMan: He hears good too. He just arrived. Get outta
here TonyD: Thanks Tony�s fingers moved more quickly over the keyboard than
they had a few months earlier and he waited for his request to be invited to
chat with Gunny. He smiled as the invite came and entered the room. //Tony D enters the room// Gunny: Hey TonyD: Didn�t think you were coming Gunny: Busy day TonyD: Me too Gunny: Doing what? TonyD: Drugged, kidnapped, escaping from a maniac Gunny: Investigating sounds fun TonyD: She was mad. Shot a guy Gunny: You? TonyD: Nah Gunny: Good TonyD: You�d miss me? Gunny: Yes TonyD: Thanks. Can I ask you something? Gunny: Sure TonyD: You ever been so scared you weren�t scared any
more? Gunny: Once or twice TonyD: When? . . . Gunny: One time my third wife hit me with a baseball bat TonyD: Why?? Gunny: She was upset with me TonyD: You think? Wow! What happened? Gunny: A friend fixed me up TonyD: With the wife Gunny: We got divorced TonyD: Figures Gunny: Your boyfriend hit you as I recall . . . . . . TonyD: That�s different Gunny: How? TonyD: Your wife hit you because you did something.
Michael hit me because he wanted to Gunny: Ex-wife TonyD: You get married again? Gunny: Nah. I figured after third time lucky didn�t turn
out lucky I should stop trying TonyD: Not too smart are you? Three times Gunny: Watch your mouth! . . . TonyD: Sorry Gunny: Change of subject. Aside from today how�s the job? TonyD: Great. The boss is a caffeine addict and you don�t
want to get on the wrong side of him, but he�s okay if you�re in trouble or
something Gunny: Are you? TonyD: Nah, he came and got me. Gunny: From the armed woman TonyD: Yeah. How�s the boat? Gunny: Coming along TonyD: You work on it every day? Gunny: Mostly TonyD: You were gonna send me a picture Gunny: Tomorrow. It�s late and you�ve had a tough day TonyD: Yes Dad! Gunny: Yours is the kind of mouth soap was invented for TonyD: You have to imagine my face right now Gunny: Can you picture mine? TonyD: Don�t forget the pictures � [email protected] Gunny: I won�t. What�s that? TonyD: My email � you�re gonna send the pictures, right? Gunny: Yeah. Now go to bed TonyD: Bye Gunny: Goodnight //TonyD leaves the room// //Gunny leaves the room// The following day� �Abs, I need to send these to someone. I have their email
address.� Abby took the pictures from Gibbs and flicked through
them. �Your boat?� �Yeah.� �You have them on disk?� Abby saw Gibbs� expression and
sighed. �I�ll scan them and send them to your desk. You got the email address?� Gibbs nodded, patting his pocket. �Yup.� �Okay. By the time you get back upstairs, they�ll be in
your inbox. You okay with the person knowing where you work?� She rolled her
eyes at his puzzled expression. �I�ll set you up a hotmail address. What do you
want your name to be? Boatbuilder?� Gibbs nodded. �That�ll do.� �Someone might have used it. I�ll email you when I�ve set
it up.� �Thanks Abs.� Gibbs smiled and lifted the paper bag he
had been holding. �Breakfast.� Abby investigated the contents and grinned. �You are my
hero Gibbs.� Gibbs laughed. �Does McGee know what you�ll do for
caffeine?� Abbey nodded, grinning wickedly. �Oh yeah.� Gibbs decided the conversation was taking a turn he
wasn�t comfortable with and walked out. **************************** Tony waited until Gibbs was walking from the room then
connected to his email account. He opened his inbox and smiled at the pictures
of the half-finished boat. Watching Tony�s screen as he walked back to his desk, suddenly
remembering he needed a file folder he didn�t have with him, Gibbs felt the
color drain from his face. He took a deep breath and walked to the desk,
smiling inwardly as Tony clicked the mouse, clearing the pictures away, a
half-finished report filling the screen an instant later. �I�m gonna be an hour max Tony. I want that report on my
desk when I get back.� �Yes boss.� Tony groaned, beginning to type. As soon as Gibbs was gone, Tony re-opened the email and
typed his reply. Continued in Part Four... Send me feedback on these fics
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