A/N: So this is my Werewolf McKort, yes I said I would put it up after I finished On the Prowl, but considering my track-record with updating I figured I should just post regardless. There are some changes I made, one is that there is no Sarah or Jethro the dog in this, I've also decided to use my characters from my Cub series, felt it would be easier that way. For those of you who haven't read my Cub series, basically, Tim has three older brothers, and his parents' names are Raven and Victor. So instead of Sarah, it's Tim's older brothers, and his parents name changed. Also I'm using my pairings from my Cub series, all of them except Gibbs/Tim. This is story is also probably not for Abby-lovers, I don't bash her, but I'm not too nice to her either.
Hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: Slash, Kort/McGee pairing, along OCKuma/ Tony, and probably OCMichael/Ziva. Possible spoilers from Seasons 7-8, sexual content in later chapters and typical Werewolf stuff. Mentions/hinted of Mpreg.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, neither the real one or the TV one.
Fairytale Nights
He awoke to a vague feeling of uneasiness. His mind was foggy with sleep and drugs, good drugs he hoped, his body felt heavy and stiff. The bed he was in, felt wonderfully soft and smelled familiar though he couldn't identify it at the moment, regardless of that fact; he felt safe. As his one good eye slowly closed, the drugs taking him under, he vaguely noted the sound of approaching footsteps.
When he woke up again, his mind is clearer and everything hurts.
"Bloody Hunters" he groaned, remembering how he ended up like this in the first place.
"What did you do to piss them off?"
Trent Kort watched as Tim McGee entered the room, he tried to sit up when the NCIS Agent sat down on the edge of the bed, only to be gently stopped by a hand on his chest. The two stared at each other, eyes locked, and then Tim smiled.
"Hello Trent" he said.
"Hello luv" Trent said, his trademark smirk falling into place, albeit a little weaker than usual.
A low rumble that wasn't human erupted from Trent's chest when a soft hand cupped his cheek, Tim's eyes soften as he watched the other Agent turn to nuzzle his palm, the same inhuman rumbling filling the quiet room getting louder, suddenly the sound of skin hitting skin cuts off the rumbling.
"….What was that for?" Trent asked, hand coming up to touch the stinging cheek.
"For five months of no contact" Tim answered as he pulled back the covers.
Trent is unclothed save for his black briefs. His right leg, left thigh, and upper left arm were wrapped in bandages. His chest had an large gauze tapped on it.
"I was being shot at" Trent grumbled, "ow!"
"Hold still" Tim ordered, as he continued pulling back the tapped on gauze, being a bit more aggressive than what was probably called for.
Still grumbling, Trent does as ordered, holding still as his wounds were checked and his gauze was changed.
"I have soup on the stove, think you can eat some of it?" asked Tim once he was done.
"If I say yes, will I get more happy pills?"
Tim gives a soft laugh, "Yes, you get more happy pills"
After stacking the pillows against the headboard, and helping the Agent lean up against them, Tim pulled the blanket back over the CIA Agent's lap, and leaves the room; well aware of Trent watching his ass.
~.~
Tim stirred the homemade soup, the delicious scent of chicken and vegetables filled his tiny apartment and made his nose flare, he spooned a good amount, more broth than chicken and vegetable as it would be easy on Trent's stomach; into a bowl that was on a tray with a glass of water. He picked up the orange non-descriptive bottle on the counter that separated his living room and kitchen, placed the bottle on the tray, picked up the tray and headed back to the room.
"Who patched me up?" Trent asked when he came back in.
"Mark" Tim answered, placing the tray on the nightstand next to the bed, "he's coming back tonight after his shift, no!" the NCIS Agent smacked away the hand reaching for the pill bottle, "food first, then happy pills"
After finishing the soup, drinking more broth then chicken and vegetables, and swallowing the pills down with the water, Tim helped Trent settle back down.
"Not going to join me?" Trent asked, voice slightly slurred as the pills quickly took effect.
Maybe later" Tim said, slightly amused as he watched the Agent's eye start to close, he says nothing about the hand that had placed itself in his own.
Once he was sure his guest was asleep, he picked up the tray and takes it back to the kitchen, after cleaning up he turned his attention to the evidence bag on the counter. Inside were four bullets, normal looking on the outside, but the insides were unique. Unique enough that going to Abby was out of the question, going to Gibbs was out of the question. Sighing, Tim puts the bag down, he then goes over to his typewriter. Picked up his cellphone and dialed a number, it ringed once.
Hey Pup
"Hey, I need a favor"
~.~
When Trent wakes up again, it wasn't Tim sitting by his bedside.
"Mark" Trent slowly starting to sit up, Mark helped him, "where's Tim?" he then asked as he leaned against the headboard.
"Work, got called in" answered Mark as he pulled back the blanket and started checking the bandages, particularly the large gauze on his chest.
"Well good news, no infection, and you are healing. Albeit, slowly, but the full moon will take care of that"
"Until then, more happy pills"
Mark chuckled as he pulled the blankets back up. Mark McGee was a tall man, with short brown hair, blue eyes and skin tanned by the sun. He was a little on the heavy side, he was also Tim's in-law, and a doctor.
"Yes" Mark said, "more happy pills, but first soup"
"Can I have a beer with it?"
Mark ignored the request and goes to the kitchen to warm-up the left-over soup and pour a glass of ginger-ale, he brought them back into the room, and found Trent slowly making his way across the room.
"Where are you going?" the doctor asked.
"To take a piss, want to watch?"
"That's between you and Tim, leave the door open" said Mark as he placed the tray down on the nightstand.
When Trent exited the bathroom, bladder now empty, Mark helped him back into bed despite the protests. After the Agent is settled, the doctor gives him the soup.
"So what happened?" Mark asked after the food was eaten and the pills were taken.
"Ran into some trouble" Trent admitted.
"Considering I had to remove five bullets from your body in Tim's bathroom, I don't doubt that"
"Five?"
"You were shot twice in the thigh"
"Ah" Trent looked at his injured thigh, before going back to the previous conversation, "I thought I lost them in Tel Aviv, picked up the tail at the airport"
Trent felt his eye getting heavy, and his mind started to cloud with sleep as the pills started to take effect, he's vaguely aware of Mark taking written notes. The doctor didn't ask for more, and left the Agent to rest.
Once in the living room, he sat down on the couch, and turned on the TV. He lowered the volume, and took out his phone, he sent a text before turning his attention to the television. The Wizard of Oz was playing, five minutes after Dorothy entered the Emerald City his phone ranged.
"Hey Pup" Mark answered, "on break?"
Lunch run, how is he?
"Healing, got some information out of him"
What kind?
"He was actually attacked in Tel Aviv, he thought he lost them there, but picked up the tail at the airport. The medicine knocked him out after that"
Their conversation is paused as Tim placed his order.
"Are you going to tell your brothers?" Mark then asked.
No point in putting him in any more pain than he already is.
Mark chuckled, "Will you be working late tonight?"
Probably not, we got a suspect, fingers crossed it's our guy.
"Well my shift is at eight tonight, if you're not home by six, I'll have Nick come over"
Okay
Mark ended the call and turned his attention back to the movie, around four in the afternoon, Mark turned away from Shrek rescuing Princess Fiona from the tower to Trent who was slowly making his way out the room.
"And why are you up this time?" Mark stood up and made his way over, intent on forcing Trent back to bed.
"Bored" Trent said, "and had to take another piss"
Sighing and mumbling about pig-headedness, Mark helped the Agent to lie horizontally on the couch.
"What are we watching?" Trent asked
"Shrek"
"Which one?"
"The first one, HBO is playing all of them"
"Goodie"
Mark snorted, before putting the throw blanket over the Agent, "I have a shift at eight" he then said, "if Tim's not back , Nick will come over to babysit"
Trent grunted, eye locked onto the movie, Mark goes to get something to munch on.
~.~
Tim tuned out Tony's usual chatter as he thought about what was going on in his apartment, he had told Mark not tell his brothers about his houseguest, at least not before he knew everything; and even then he'd probably not tell them if he could easily handle it.
A sudden yelp brought Tim from his thoughts to see Tony rubbing the back of his head, and Ziva with a smug smile, amused Tim looked back at his computer. It had finished booting up and he went about checking his e-mail. There is one from his editor, three from his brothers and parents, the usual requests for interviews from various government agencies (FBI included). Tony and Ziva didn't know about the interviews, he had a feeling that Gibbs knew, the Director definitely knew about them. And was no doubt smug every time Tim rejected them.
"Tony, Tim" Gibbs ordered as he strolled into the pen, "go bring the Aunt in"
Tim quickly closed his e-mail, and followed his partner to the elevator. They get into their car, and head off. Five minutes into the ride, Tim's phone vibrated. Curious, he pulled it out and looked at the screen. It was a picture message from Mark, opening it, his lips curled into a smile.
There is Trent, knocked-out by the medication on his couch, mouth agape and on the CIA Agent's head was his old snow elf hat.
"Got some naughty pics there Probie?" Tony asked glancing at his partner from out of the corner of his eye.
Tim closed his phone and puts it back into his pocket, ignoring Tony's teasing through-out the rest of the ride.
~.~
He heard the car first, blinking his eye open, Trent yawned then grunted as he got out the bed and shuffled to the living room. Instead of Mark sitting on the couch, it was Nick, the man was watching a movie that was obviously from Tim's collection. A large popcorn on his lap, and half a bottle of wine resting on the table. The Agent is tempted to ask for the bottle of wine, but knew that a) Nick was not having it, and b) Tim wouldn't be pleased if he was caught. Instead he slowly shuffled over to the couch, and sat down.
The door opened some minutes later.
"And how was your day?" Trent greeted.
"Long" Tim sighed tiredly as he toed off his shoes.
"Did you catch the bad guy?" asked Nick
"Not yet" Tim said as he sat down next to Trent, and leaned back.
"You will" Trent reassured, "if anyone can, it's you"
The smile that Tim gave him, told Trent that something had happened, his nose flared and because of the medication; it takes him a long time to identify and have a clue of what could possibly be wrong.
"All you have to do is say the word" the CIA Agent said.
Tim laughed, it sounded tired and not just because of a long day at work, "Thanks, but it wasn't Tony this time."
"Ms. Sciuto?"
"And by default, Gibbs" Tim sighed.
"And what did Ms. Sciuto do this time?" Trent asked as he carefully leaned against the other Agent.
"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it"
"You shouldn't have to be used to it" Nick huffed annoyed, while Trent grumbled.
It was an old argument, and Tim was too emotionally drained deal with it at the moment. Instead he nuzzled Trent behind the ear before announcing that he was going to take a shower and then go to bed. Nick and Trent watched him disappear into the bedroom.
"Trent"
"I know Nick" Trent sighed, "I know, but it has gotten better"
"That did not look like better" Nick pointed out, "I'm well aware of how stressful that place can be on a regular basis, and how sometimes tempers can explode. But there is a difference between that and what Tim has to go through"
"I know that" Trent growled, "how many times have we tried to convince Tim to do something about it? How many times has he told us he could handle it, has told us to keep away? And each time you, the others, and I have to fight back the instincts that tell us to ignore his request and handle it our way."
"….I apologize" Nick said after a moment of silence, "I know that this has been harder on you then any of us, and I shouldn't have brought it up"
Trent let out a huff of laughter, lips curling up into a smile, "I would be insulted if you didn't" he then said.
~.~
It was luck that they finished their case the day of the full moon, and as it was Friday, Tim hoped that luck will hold off throughout the weekend. Either way, Tim made sure his report was nothing less than prefect.
"Would you like to join us for drinks tonight McGee?" Ziva asked as she, Tim and Tony stepped onto the elevator around seven in the evening. A little early for them, but the three weren't complaining.
"Sorry not tonight" Tim said, "I'm just going to go home and rest"
"Come on Probie, just one drink" Tony urged, wanting to get his Probie to relax and smooth over hurt feelings he knew was there after a near week of dealing with Abby and Gibbs.
"Thanks Tony" Tim said, making sure to smile to let the man know he knew what his partner was trying to do and appreciated it, "but, next time".
After getting off the elevator and saying goodbye to his co-workers, he headed for his car, once inside he pulled out his phone and called Nick.
Working late again Pup?
"Actually, I'm finished for today and was wondering what did you two want for dinner" Tim said, looking in his rearview mirror just in time to see Jimmy walking past his car on his cellphone.
Mmm, let me ask—
I want Italian on 9th Street!
Tim laughed, "Does Italian on 9th Street sound good to you Nick?"
Only if you get extra bruschetta, also Mark is coming by.
"Okay, also, I'll only get extra if you promise to brush your teeth and chew a whole pack of gum afterwards".
Garlic is good for you.
But not for our noses!
Rolling his eyes, Tim hanged up on the bickering and dialed the number for Bella's, put in the order before driving out of the garage. Forty-five minutes later, he entered his apartment, large delicious brown bag in one arm. Trent was already standing in the doorway, waiting.
"Food" Trent sighed happily making grabby hands for the bag.
Amused, Tim handed over the bag, "Someone is feeling better" he said as he watched the other go to over to the couch.
With the CIA Agent still dressed in only black briefs, Tim saw that the large gaze on Trent's chest had been removed, along with the bandages on the man's right arm, and left thigh and upper arm. The wounds were already closed and pink, the scars deep looking. They would be gone come morning.
"Oh, you're back" said Nick as he came out of the bedroom, still wet from the shower and a towel around his waist, "food" he then moaned happily and made a beeline toward the couch.
Rolling his eyes, Tim goes to his room to shower and change his clothes, "You better not have used up all the hot water!" he called out to Nick.
"Ummm…." came the sheepish voice from the living room.
~.~
The moon hung high in the sky, the night sun caressing the earth with her rays.
"It used to be brighter" he thought with nostalgia.
A cold nose nudged his fingers; a soft whine had him smiling and his fingers tickling. Teeth, strong and dangerous, but never towards him, nip playfully at his teasing appendages. Soft fur brushed against his side while his back was nudged.
"Alright, alright" he laughed, petting soft fur.
He then takes off running from the clearing and into the forest, his feet are soundless not even snapping twigs break under him, trees and brushes try to brush against him. Darkness tries to blind, vines try to grab, and roots try to trip. The Darkness is no match for his eyes, and while the forest tried to make him submit it does not succeed as his body twist, jump, and moved in a way that is not human.
He is not.
They are not.
A heavy and familiar weight of muscle and fur tackled him to the ground, he rolled in the dirt with his companion. Growling playfully, and settling on top of his companion with a triumphed "ha!", his companion grumbled but doesn't try to shake him off his back. His other two companions who had watched, come over and congratulate him on his victory with nuzzles and licks to the cheek. He returned the praises by pressing his forehead against theirs. Beneath him, his third companion growled at not getting any attention. Amused he leaned down and kissed an ear.
"You overgrown Pup" he teased.
His companion wagged his tail.
The night's sun's rays continued to caress the earth.
~.~
With no weekend calls, Tony exited the elevator Monday morning in a good mood, humming the theme song of one of his favorite Bond movies. He noticed Ziva's workstation was already up and running, but the woman nowhere to be seen, a quick look at his watched told the Senior Agent that his partner was probably down in autopsy having her usual morning tea with Ducky. It was a habit of hers that had formed after the Desert. The team never make mention of it. Sitting in his chair, Tony turned his chair in the direction of Tim's desk and finds it empty.
Wheeling over, Tony was surprised to find the computers hadn't been turned on, and the desk showing no signs that his Probie was even in. Curious and a little worried, the man wheeled back to his desk wondering if Probie was running late.
"Good morning Tony" said Ziva as she came into the Pen five minutes later, she stopped when she saw that Tim's desk was empty, "McGee has not come in yet?"
"Apparently not" Tony said looking up from his e-mail.
Ziva continued on to her desk, when she sat down, she took out her cellphone and texted Tim before turning her attention to the paperwork on her desk. Ten minutes later, Gibbs came strolling into the Pen, a folder of documents under one arm, usual cup of coffee in hand.
Tim had not answered her text.
"McGee still not in yet?" Gibbs asked when he spotted the empty desk.
"Ummm, no?" said Tony nervously.
"Get him in here, now!" Gibbs said impatiently.
"On it Boss"
Tony gets out his cellphone and called Tim, first his house phone, then his cellphone when he didn't get an answer. When he got the voicemail he hung up and called again.
McGee
"Where are you Probie?" Tony said, inwardly relieved, "the Boss is shooting laser beams out of his eyes."
Tony? Crap! What time is it? Aw man!
Tony could hear hurried shuffling in the background, and was that another voice? Did Probie have a good night last night?
I'll be right the—
Suddenly there was a loud bang on the other in, then gunshots firing.
"McGee? McGee? Tim!"
Cursing when his call was disconnected, Tony shoved his cellphone in his pocket as he gathered his gun and badge with his other hand. At their desks, Ziva and Gibbs were doing the same.
"What happened?" Gibbs asked as they hurried to the elevator.
"Shoots fired" said Tony as the door closed.
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