Summary: How did Gibbs and Tony meet? What was it that made Gibbs like and trust Tony above all others? Well, it started in Baltimore...
Disclaimer: I only own what you don't recognize. So far, that would be Emily and John. A few people later on too.
Author's Note: Normally, this would be where I tell you the pairing. However, this is a GEN fic. I know, totally boring. But probably, like the show, I'm gonna toss in a few little innuendos between Gibbs and Tony. Also, I know that "Gibbs meets Tony" storyline has been done countless times, hell, I've read a few of them, but I wanted to do my own, hopefully you find it interesting. I don't know, I'm not actually done writing it, but hopefully soon! Also, while this is a writing in progress piece, I'm hoping to have at least two chapters done and waiting before I post one. For example, chapters one and two are already done, so I'm posting the prologue. And it will probably follow that method. The story is short, don't expect long chapters, and I hope you enjoy!
Emily stumbled for what was probably the tenth time in the last five blocks. But every time she just laughed it off. She was drunk. Not just tipsy, but completely bear your breasts, hook up with the first guy you see, falling over drunk.
John, on the other hand, was not. He'd had a few, to be sure, but not nearly as many as Emily, and not nearly as quickly. So when the pretty little blonde thing with rum breath grabbed his package and told him they should go somewhere private he should have told her 'no.' But instead he was leading her to the most secluded spot he knew of—that wasn't his apartment—to fuck her brains out.
"So, where are we going?" Emily slurred. Her entire upper body was pressed against John's side. His body twitched with desire. "Is it far?"
He shook his head. "Not much farther." He looked down at her. Her hair was a complete mess. Everything about her screamed 'wasted' but John couldn't give a fuck. He was about to hook up with a total hottie, and that was all that mattered.
Emily grabbed his jacket lapels and pulled him towards her. Her back hit the building and she pulled him so he was completely pressed against her. "What if I can't wait?" John smiled as he leaned down and kissed her. She reached between them and grabbed a hold of his dick. He groaned as it sprang to life.
Much to his displeasure, he pulled away. "A few more seconds. We're almost there." He pulled away and yanked her with him. He was getting antsy and he was hard as hell. He wanted to get this over with.
He almost jumped up in excitement when he made it to his destination. It was the shoe store that his roommate worked at. Kyle gave John a key in case he needed a quiet place. It was their agreement, since Kyle was a big ole' fag, and John was clearly not, fucking wasn't allowed at the apartment. So they used the backroom in the shoe store for their rendezvous. It helped especially so Cara, John's girlfriend, didn't find out about it.
He pulled the key out of his pocket while simultaneously sliding his other hand under Emily's skirt. She was already soaking wet. She wrapped her leg around his waist, pushing her wetness into his groin. He groaned as the lock clicked.
The door swung open and the two tumbled inside. But when Emily landed, she didn't hit hardwood, or carpet for that matter. It was too soft… and shaped funny. John jumped up and flicked the light switch.
Emily looked up in her drunken, lust filled haze. "What?" She turned around to look at what she landed on. It was a body.
She jumped to her feet shouting out a loud "Oh my god!" The two stared on in horror at the sight before them. There were four bodies, all covered in blood, lying around the floor. One of them was Kyle.
Emily visibly shook only a moment before she let out a blood curdling scream.
I know it's short, and I wish I could say the rest of the chapters get longer, but so far, not really. Well, at the very least, I hope you like it, and I hope you keep reading! Please, you will make me very happy!