Title: A Piece of Blue Sky

Pairing: Tony DiNozzo/Jethro Gibbs

Warnings: Some naughty language, adult themes, supernatural themes and screwed up situations. Also this story is slash –though nothing hardcore. I mean, Leroy's seven for most of it people and I don't write chan.

Spoilers: None really. Just the show in general. And if you don't watch NCIS then why are you reading this?

Disclaimer: Unless you live under a rock, you should know this isn't mine. And for those who do live under a rock... how'd you get access to a power point, let alone a computer?

Summary: When Tony is shot in action, he's surprised to find himself stuck somewhere between life and death. Which would be cause for concern even without a seven year old Leroy Jethro Gibbs for company. As Tony is plagued by questions of his own existence, Leroy finds himself in desperate need for help. Can Tony get them both safely home?

Authors Note: Yes, I wrote a time travel fic. Well, sort of time travel. You'll see. It's because I was reading 'Grave Digger' by jen_wcugirl the other day and it occurred to me that are quite a few stories where Gibbs helps out/raises a young Tony but no stories that deal with the reverse (for a very obvious reason) so I decided to try writing one. Jen, if you read this –I blame you.

There are two things I know for sure:
The first is that I'd die for you.
The second is that I love you, deeply and with everything that I am. Because no matter where or when I meet you in this life, you touch me more than anyone I've ever met.


The sound of gunfire pierced the air. Footsteps slammed against concrete as voices, harsh and desperate, filled the sky with noise. Far, far away, an ambulance began to sound.

"DiNozzo? DiNozzo, stay with me here."

Tony blinked. He didn't understand what was happening. His head was screaming for attention and, dumbly, Tony raised a hand to it. It came away wet.

"DiNozzo, god damn it, focus."

Focus? On what? All there was... was pain. Pain and confusion and... he couldn't think. He couldn't move. The whole world was spinning chaotically around him.

Wasn't he supposed to be doing something?

He wasn't sure. Nothing was certain. And everyone was shouting, raising their voices, crying out. Had he done something wrong?

"Tony... please."

Tony's eyes slipped closed.



Note: Immeditately, in fact. First chap should be up.