Author: dinozzoitis aka Violetwarnercobalt aka this_years_me
Author's Notes: Written for the 2013 tibbs_yuletide advent calendar. Not what I had originally planned but I hope you all like it just the same.
Warning: Slash is about all I can think of.
Spoilers: None, apologies if I accidentally missed something though.
Characters/Pairings: Tony/Gibbs, Abby.
Genre/Category: Romance, Holiday, Fluff, Au-ish.
Word Count: 944
Disclaimer: I do not own or am in any way affiliated with those that own NCIS, nor am I connected to the show's cast and crew. This is written out of pure enjoyment and absolutely no money is being made from its creation.
Summary: It’s Santa’s job to make children’s dreams come true, even if sometimes he is a little behind schedule.
A Letter from Santa.
I must apologise for my lateness in replying to your letters, time works differently up here in the North Pole than in the rest of the world. It is, for lack of a better word, all a bit wibbly-wobbly.
You are probably wondering why, after all these many years; long after you have grown into such a wonderful young man and stopped believing in me – which is an inevitable part of growing up, so don’t worry about it like I know you will – have I decided to answer your letter.
The solution is simple. The last letter you sent me, that one Christmas wish you asked me the year you turned 8, was a difficult one to fulfil. Once again I am sorry for the lateness but I think I have finally found the one thing that fits your request and someone I am very close to persuaded me that you need it now as much as you did back then.
I would have delivered your gift to you tonight in my sleigh, however it was a bit too big and I don’t think it would have enjoyed being placed in a velvet sack. So I am sending you this letter to let you know where you can find it.
Make sure you are at the Christmas tree in front of the District of Columbia War Memorial at the stroke of midnight on Christmas morning, your gift will be waiting for you there, you will know it is yours when you see it. Of that I have no doubt.
From S. Claus.
Tony was completely befuddled at the letter that had been waiting for him when he had arrived home from the Naval Yard on Christmas Eve. It had been attached to his door with a metallic red Christmas bow, at first he thought it had been a gift left by one of his neighbours, however, when he had open it he had seen that it was signed ‘S. Claus’.
“Must be a prank…” he thought.
Only one thing kept niggling at his mind about the letter. How had anyone known that the last letter he had sent Santa was when he was 8, and how had they known he only asked for one thing?
Curiosity got the better of him, and at 2300 hours on Christmas Eve, NCIS issued Sig Sauer strapped into his shoulder holster just in case, the bundled up Italian made his way to the War Memorial.
Strike of Midnight – Christmas Morning – DC War Memorial
Standing a yard away from the actually memorial, hearing the bells of a distant church chime marking Christmas morning, DiNozzo was shocked at the sight that laid before him.
He had no idea what the mystery letter writer was playing at, but there, right in front of him, was the one thing he had wanted for so long, longer than he could remember.
This was one of those life changing moments that could make or break a person.
Taking a deep breath, which in that moment was difficult for Tony, not just because of the cold air freezing up his plague scarred lungs, he made the decision to take the chance. One way or another he would finally have the answers he had waited so long for.
Just Past Midnight – Christmas Morning – Not too far from the memorial
The two people stood behind the tree, watching the scene unfold before them, the older man placing his arm around his young female companion when a shiver tore through her body.
“We mustn’t be out here too long my dear child, we wouldn’t want you catching your death.” He chuckled at her reply.
“You think I am going to get sick standing out here? I grew up in the North Pole for crying out loud! I think I can handle a little of this DC snow.”
They both turned back to the happenings in front of the memorial and were pleasantly surprised at what they saw. The raven haired woman was so excited that she had slap her hand over her own mouth to supress the squeal of delight she couldn’t hold in.
There stood Tony, in front of his silver haired boss, laying his heart on the line and Gibbs’ only reply was to give him a head slap and pull him in for a chaste kiss.
“Well there you go Abby dear, you answered your first ever Christmas letter. You will be the perfect person to take over the family business one day, if you so choose.”
The man in the long cap and red suit with a long, white beard stumbled back, his shiny black boots giving him just enough traction to stop him from slipping in the snow, as his daughter threw her arms around his neck in one of her signature Abby hugs.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! You finally got my boys together. This is the greatest Christmas gift ever!”
“All in a day’s work my dear.” Kissing her on the cheek they linked arms and walked off to leave the two men enjoy their Christmas present.
A little bit later – Christmas Morning – Just outside of the memorial
As the two men walked back to Gibb’s yellow Challenger, arms intertwined with an ease that made it seem as though they had always been that way, they heard a jingling of bells. Looking up into the sky the two men were shocked to see a sleigh led by 9 flying reindeers, a jolly man in a red suit waving down to them as he passed.
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”