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Title: Intermezzo
Author: WriterKos
Rating: M - NC-17
Parings: McGee/OFC
Characters: McGee, Original Character
Genres: Drama, Romance, Character Study, Sex, First time
Warnings: SEX
Summary: What really happened when Buchanan left the bar with McGee. Third in a series. Follows A Geek walks into a bar and Entertaining angels unaware. MATURE CONTENT.
We mortals with immortal minds are only born for sufferings and joys, and one could almost say that the most excellent receive joy through sufferings. Ludwig van Beethoven
"We are all damaged. Some people are just better in hiding it than others." – SA Joy Buchanan
Chapter 1: Andante cantabile
Special Agent Timothy McGee likes to consider himself as a man with simple needs. He works in a job he loves, with a team who is more like a second family than just coworkers.
However, he feels like there is something lacking in his life. He has a deep need to love and be loved, and that has resulted in a long list of disappointing relationships as every person he has ever tried to connect somehow was either disinterested, crooked, murdered or a psychopath.
He was raised to be a gentleman. He had recently lost a lot of baby fat that seemed to have followed him all the way into adulthood. He felt healthier, fitter and better prepared than ever in his life.
Yet there was still something missing, as he still lacked someone to share the intimacy he so much craved.
He had had a relationship with his colleague Abby Sciuto while he was still a junior agent in Norfolk. However the relationship went down the drain when he became a full time agent under Gibbs at the NCIS Headquarters thanks to the infamous Rule 12: Never date a coworker.
And Abby also was too much of a free spirit to truly commit to only one man in the traditional white picket fence house with 2.5 kids. They were still friends, but that didn't necessarily mean that it didn't hurt when she called him to her lab just to show him the new flavor of the week. And whenever she needed something, she came asking him to do, regardless of the type of consequences or trouble he might be in if he were caught.
There was a long line of failures in his real or attempted relationships.
There was that witness who died while he was talking to her on the phone. Another failure.
There was the time that DiNozzo pretended to be his online date.
And the last fiasco was with the South African hit woman, who actually was going to murder him after softly seducing him into her web.
After that, the pain hit levels so high that he voiced his thoughts out aloud in the bullpen in a soft whisper.
"I'm joining a monastery."
After being totally mocked by DiNozzo for falling for a hit killer, he left the office that night and instead of going straight home as he had initially planned he stopped in a bar and got totally wasted.
Once he woke up the next morning, he promised himself never to commit his heart to more heartache ever again.
Dinozzo's taunts continued. The pain was buried under tons of requests of research and emotional demands of the investigations that followed. But the wound was still there, raw and infected in his soul.
It hurt. A lot.
So that Saturday night, when he stopped his Porsche Boxter outside of the team's bar, he had no intention of picking up any girl for the night. He just wanted to relieve the stress of a work week.
So he was deeply surprised when the stranger started talking to him. He initially thought she was another one of those uniform groupies that usually hang out in cop bars, just waiting for someone with an uniform or any type of badge to show up so they might jump his bones.
But his first impression was quickly changed the more they chatted. She was not from the neighborhood and she carried herself as someone who worked in the Force as well. She had the walls built up so high around her that one could see them from a mile away.
The lost air she had all around her while she stared at the melting ice in her vodka was real not an act and it spoke of a hurt soul not someone looking for adventure on a Saturday night.
They silently agreed not to exchange their last names. They were just Tim and Joy. They covered safe subjects to talk with a stranger and Tim noticed that, even though her smile was restrained during most of their conversation, she literally shone with true joy when she spoke about her family. He steered the conversation in that direction in order to keep that real smile in her face. She proceeded to tell him about a hilarious story of how her father, mother and older brother were waiting for a train in Dusseldorf in order to go to the European Lord of the Rings convention, and he had the opportunity of seeing an amazing transformation as the love for her family shone on her face and hid, if only for a moment, the deep despair she transpired during the whole time they had been speaking.
The time goes by and he has to leave, so does she.
He pays both tabs and escorts her out of the bar. As she walks to the door in front of him, he can't help the very male activity of checking her out and is pleasantly surprised that she is shorter than he had imagined her to be. He probably had been deceived on her height because of how ramrod straight she sat at her chair in the bar.
Once outside she hails a cab and they have that very uncomfortable moment of trying to find the words to say goodbye. He rolls on the balls of his feet and shoves his hands in his suit pocket, in order to control the strange urge he is having of grabbing her by her shoulders and… and what?
The cabbie stops and she says goodbye in a low voice. After a brief moment of indecision flickers on her face, she leans over to kiss his cheek.
His brain apparently fries for a second because the moment her soft soap perfume drifts into his nose and he feels the hot puffs of her breath on the proximity of his neck, he turns his head slightly. Their lips meet.
And a fire that was slowly simmering the whole night roars with strength that he can't and has no wish to control. He feels her opening her mouth, inviting him over to feast and moans when he feels her body attach itself to his like a second layer of clothing. He vaguely feels her arms going up to surround his shoulders and feels a tremor on his body when one of her hands slides seductively through his hair and touch the bare skin in his neck.
Between kisses they find themselves in her taxi and she manages to ask his address. He vaguely remembers the drive and the desperate dash to his place.
Once he manages to close the door of his apartment, he realizes he needs more and turns her around and supports her against the door of his place. His hands are shaking with need, his body is burning, but his mind manages to interrupt his attack to pop a little fact before his eyes.
He doesn't normally do that. Dive without checking the water level. Bringing total strangers to his place just because he was overcome by lust was a total alien concept to him.
And he manages to tell her that.
He expects recrimination or mocking from her part, certainly a gorgeous woman like her with a body to die for would have a string of lovers and broken hearts from the Pacific to DC. And that's exactly when she manages to shock the hell out of him.
It had been four years for her. Four years, seven months, fourteen days and some hours if you are planning to be exact. He could not imagine the reason why but she silences him and rubs herself seductively against him making it clear she plans on starting a new countdown. And soon. Very soon.
He obliges to her demands and takes her to his bedroom.