A/N: Yes, this is a poem, and yes, it's all lowercase. That's intentional, not me forgetting or anything. :) This was written for the Help Haiti auctions on NFA for Dragon, who requested McNozzo free verse. It's more pre-slash than actual slash, but still. Enjoy!
a battle of consciences
every neuron firing, every
nerve wired with energy --
the logical part of mcgee's
brain is sitting calmly, hands
folded in its lap, postulating
that perhaps this isn't so smart,
not such a good idea to get
involved, give his heart to
someone with whom he works.
but then, there's the side of him
that made him a special agent,
up for danger and adventure,
and that side is jumping up
with a hand raised, waving
and begging him to call on it,
let it answer this one!
and mcgee does know that
this would be one hell of a ride,
giving into this new feeling,
allowing the basest of his
emotions to take the wheel
and drive him straight into
the arms of someone he finds
himself staring at, imagining
kissing, touching, undressing . . .
he shakes his head, returning
to the real world, and risks
a glance in the direction of
the object of his daydream . . .
to find him gazing back.
they both turn away then,
but it is all mcgee can do
to keep the smile from his face.
tony likes him. he really likes him.