FIClet: Just Another Night - NCIS - gen
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lyl_devilTitle: Just Another Night
Author: lyl (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from NCIS, I just play with them now and again.
Words: 219
Prompt: 67-Black Out (for my personal 100fics table)
Summary: Just another night for Tony.
~!~
Opening his eyes slowly, Tony looked around at the vacant alley and sighed in exasperation.
Again. It always happened to him. Homer Simpson had nothing on him in the concussion department.
Still, this time was different - sort of. His head may be pounding, but there was no central node for the pain, meaning he hadn't been hit on the head again. He still felt like crap, though.
He pushed himself into a sitting position and winced as the movement caused his head to swim. He only barely held onto consciousness as the blackness filling his vision started to recede.
So, drugs this time. That was a fun and new one, in a way. He'd been drugged before, just not recently. And not nearly as often as he'd been hit on the head.
A quick search found him devoid of any personal belongings, so Tony added 'robbed' to the nights activities.
Stumbling down the alley, he decided he really needed to stop letting random bar pickups take advantage of his trusting nature, especially when he was staking out a bar for Gibbs.
A siren and flashing red lights from right behind him told him he needed to stop getting arrested, too.
Gibbs was going to be pissed.
But at least he wasn't naked. This time.
END
Author: lyl (
lyl_devil)Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from NCIS, I just play with them now and again.
Words: 219
Prompt: 67-Black Out (for my personal 100fics table)
Summary: Just another night for Tony.
~!~
Opening his eyes slowly, Tony looked around at the vacant alley and sighed in exasperation.
Again. It always happened to him. Homer Simpson had nothing on him in the concussion department.
Still, this time was different - sort of. His head may be pounding, but there was no central node for the pain, meaning he hadn't been hit on the head again. He still felt like crap, though.
He pushed himself into a sitting position and winced as the movement caused his head to swim. He only barely held onto consciousness as the blackness filling his vision started to recede.
So, drugs this time. That was a fun and new one, in a way. He'd been drugged before, just not recently. And not nearly as often as he'd been hit on the head.
A quick search found him devoid of any personal belongings, so Tony added 'robbed' to the nights activities.
Stumbling down the alley, he decided he really needed to stop letting random bar pickups take advantage of his trusting nature, especially when he was staking out a bar for Gibbs.
A siren and flashing red lights from right behind him told him he needed to stop getting arrested, too.
Gibbs was going to be pissed.
But at least he wasn't naked. This time.
END