Title: Give In
Author: Keira Marcos
Big Short Prompt: Surrender
Fandom: NCIS/Hawaii Five-0
Genre: Slash, AU, Aliyah tag
Warnings: No beta, language
Summary: Tony likes Hawaii and all the perks that came with it.
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“How are things going?”
“Good,” Tony murmured. “Better than I thought.”
“I’ll make him bring you back, Tony. I have the leverage to do it,” Gibbs said.
Tony could hear here the comforting sound of sandpaper on wood. “No, don’t blow your wad on me.” He cleared his throat. “Besides, being sent to Hawaii hasn’t been a hardship.”
“Getting tossed into a four-man office at Pearl from the MCRT is a step-down, and you know it,” Gibbs said. “The new SecNav likes you too much, and Vance is worried about his job. That whole speech about needing an asset he can trust at Pearl Harbor was a load of crap. Leon doesn’t trust you to cross the street. When’s the last time you had a case that wasn’t petty theft?”
Tony laughed. “Well, I had a Navy reservist turned local cop drive a vehicle onto a cargo ship a few weeks back.”
Gibbs chuckled. “I heard all about that. I’m not sure that island can handle you and McGarrett. That man’s reputation proceeds him.” He sighed. “He’s dangerous, Tony. A loose canon.”
“Is that so?” Tony said with a grin and glanced toward Steve who was sprawled in a lounge chair. He pushed his bare feet into the sand as McGarrett offered him a practiced smirk. “I like dangerous.”
Gibbs sighed so loud, Tony wasn’t sure he needed his phone to hear it. “Tony.”
“You tell that asshole squid if he gets you hurt that I’m going to hunt him for sport.”
Tony laughed. “I will. How’s the team?”
“About like you’d expect,” Gibbs admitted. “It took them about a week to realize exactly how much work you did since I made them do your job while I was looking for a new SFA. I brought Langer back in from the FBI, and your Probie appeared surprised not to get the job.”
“Brent sent me an email telling me about how he had to tell Tim what a shitty job he’d done as temporary SFA when you tried to retire,” Tony admitted. “But, hell, Gibbs. I had enough on my plate at the time without having to train Tim to do a job he should’ve been learning the entire time. He has no ambition beyond his own little narrow focus of the world. And Ziva?”
“She still hates your guts. Eli David has demanded access to you twice, but Vance has declined. I can’t say how long that hardline will hold.”
“It will hold as long as I want,” Tony said evenly. He focused his gaze on the ocean in front of him. “I didn’t surrender to a transfer out of DC gracefully, Gibbs. Vance knows that if he even thinks about throwing me under the bus that I’ll take him and Ziva with me. You aren’t the only one with leverage.” He paused. “And don’t worry about Eli David. He and I had a talk last week when he strolled into my favorite coffee shop like he owned the place. I told him that I have all the evidence I need to throw his precious baby girl in a deep dark hole that will make Gitmo sound like a vacation.”
“Ziva made a mistake…”
“We don’t agree on what went down,” Tony interrupted. “We don’t need to have that argument again, Gibbs. You see a woman who needs your protection because she was manipulated by her father and a man she thought she was in love with. I see a woman who is guilty of espionage, and I have the evidence to prove it in a secure location. Trying to protect her nearly got me killed, I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
“I’d have liked to have seen Eli David’s face when you told him that. I don’t know how to mend things…between you and her.”
“You don’t need to. Ziva made her choices, and we all have to live with them. I’ve chosen to live with them in a beautiful tropical paradise with a hot Navy SEAL. She can stay in the often cold and miserable DC and bask in your fatherly protection—she certainly needs it since her sperm donator nothing short of a monster.”
“And what about your sperm donor?”
“I don’t need a daddy, Gibbs,” Tony said mildly. “And mine’s just a garden variety asshole.”
“If you need me, call me,” Gibbs said shortly, and the call ended.
Tony dropped his phone on the towel they’d put between the chairs and took the beer Steve offered.
“Personally,” Steve began with a sly grin, “I think you surrender with a great deal of grace.”
Tony flushed. “Shut up.”
McGarrett slid out of his chair dropped to his knees in front of Tony. “Want me to prove it?”
DiNozzo eyed him speculatively as he spread his legs. “You’re looking at me like I’m a target.” He put his foot on Steve’s shoulder and nudged him a little when the man laughed. “Asshole.”
Steve tucked his hand underneath Tony’s knee and turned his head. He pressed a soft kiss on an ankle bone then slowly slid forward, trailing his lips along Tony’s leg all the way up to the edge of his shorts. “You gonna give in?”
“Repeatedly and as often as possible,” Tony said with a little shudder as Steve shouldered up between his thighs.
The Big Short is a short-form writing challenge hosted on Rough Trade’s forum, The Workshop. The prompts come in two forms — a word challenge (the theme) and a single character challenge. I post my responses to the prompts on the forum first and eventually they’ll make it to my website. Each is a stand alone piece with no potential for expansion.
These short works are NOT prompts! These are my responses to the forum prompts. No, you cannot use them as prompts. No you cannot continue my short work with a longer work or write a sequel. For fuck’s sake.