Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its character. If I did, it probably wouldn't be as good cauz there would be too much McNozzo. Heehee

Note: This is a very fluffy thing that I thought of during one of my "I need to write now before my brain explodes!" moments. There will be male-on-male sex and a wedding, so if that's not your thing then don't read this. As always, your comments always help me be better so feel free to send me any kind of comment you want. Thank you all!

~~~~~NCIS~~~~~

It was a slow day so far. No new cases had come in, but it wasn't even lunchtime yet. There was still plenty of time for someone to commit a crime. Team Gibbs was working on some mundane paper work. Yet, as it got closer to lunchtime, Tony realized he couldn't really focus. His thoughts kept going back to the previous night, to the really hot sex he had had with his lover.

He stared at his computer screen as he remembered. Vance had asked for both Gibbs and Tony to stay late and help him with a mission he was overseeing in the Middle East. Tony had never really been called on for help by Vance before, and he had swelled with pride as he followed Gibbs into MTAC. He knew his Bossman trusted him completely and valued his skills as an agent, but he didn't think Vance did. He tried to keep that feeling as the minutes turned into hours. The mission had suddenly, unexpectedly gone wrong. It appeared there was a mole and Vance, Gibbs, and Tony had to use all their skills and patience to get back on a proper course.

Finally, they'd succeeded and the mission ended successfully. Now of course they had a mole problem, but that would be dealt with another time. Tony, never having experienced this before, was exhausted. More mentally than physically, but still. So Vance set Gibbs and Tony free. Tony got another surprise when Vance had congratulated him on a job well done as they were leaving. Gibbs had clapped him on the back and gave him a proud smile. Tony felt more proud and important than he had in a long time.

So when he walked into his apartment, he had more energy than he expected. He planned to maybe call his lover to see if they were still awake and/or he'd watch a movie before going to bed. He opened his door and plopped his keys on the counter. He was about to reach for the lightswitch when someone's hands wrapped around his eyes.

"Guess who," an alluring voice called in Tony's ear.

The immediate panic he'd felt evaporated, knowing exactly who was being him. But to be silly, he asked, "Santa Clause?"

The person behind him chuckled and gently slapped him on the back of the head. Tony smirked and turned around, pressing his lips to his lover's. His lover hummed in appreciation. Tony pulled away only to reach for the lightswitch. Standing there in sweat pants and a plain green t-shirt was his lover.

"Hey Tim," Tony smiled warmly, "What are you doing here?"

"I knew it might be a long night for you and I didn't wanna sleep alone, so I just decided to wait for you here," Tim smiled shyly. God, Tim could be so cute.

He quickly stepped closer to McGee and grabbed his face, pulling his lips back to his for a kiss that quickly turned passionate. McGee's hands grabbed Tony's hips and pulled him closer as Tony's hands moved to grab Tim's hair. After a moment, Tim moved his hands to remove Tony's jacket, then the shirt underneath, so the older man was topless. Tony didn't want to be the only one topless so he removed Tim's shirt too. They ran their fingers over each other's skin for a few moments, growing hard within only the first few touches. Tony reached into Tim's pants and ran his fingertips lightly over his cock. Tim moaned into Tony's mouth.

"Bed," Tony growled between kisses, "Now."

Tim pulled Tony back into his bedroom and threw Tony on the bed. Normally, Tim was the more submissive one, but tonight Tony was much more than happy to let him take control. He grabbed Tim as the younger man landed on top of him and brought their lips back together. Tim dipped his hips so that their hard cocks rubbed together. Tony moaned. Tim broke the kiss, "These are in the way." He stood up to rip Tony's pants and boxers off, then his own. Then he returned to where he was and latched his lips to Tony's neck.

Tony thrust upwards to grind their cocks again, causing both men to moan. Tim bit down on the bottom of Tony's neck as a sign of punishment. Tony panted as he did it again, wanting to be punished. Again Tim bit him and growled. The next time Tony did it, Tim pushed off the bed and turned to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out three pairs of handcuffs.

Tony's eyes widened in anticipation and moved so that his hands and feet were closer to the top and bottom bed posts. Tim smirked sexily as he first cuffed Tony's feet as close to each corner as he could get. Then he cuffed Tony's hand together, threading the cuffs through the bars to keep them there. Tony was shivering with excitement and impatience. He watched Tim hungrily. Finally, Tim was satisfied Tony was mostly immobile. He went back to kissing Tony then ran his left hand down Tony's body. Tony started to quake at the light touch and gasped when Tim ran his fingers over his cock. Tony moved his head to the side to breathe. Tim kissed down his chin, neck, and chest and came to flick a tongue over Tony's nipples. Tony cried out softly. Tim wrapped his hand around Tony's dick as his started sucking on one of Tony's nipples.

Soon Tim moved to the other one as he kept up his agonizingly slow pace on Tony's dick. When Tony started to move his hips, trying to make Tim move faster, Tim used one leg to hold him down.

He stopped when Tony finally begged, "Tim. Please."

Tim broke away from his nipple and moved to whisper in his ear, "Please what?"

"Please. Fuck. Me."

"Please fuck you what?"

"Please. Fuck me. Master."

Tim smirked, his dick twitching from the nickname Tony called him when Tim was the dominant one, which wasn't often. He sat up on his knees to reach for the lube that sat in the same table he got the cuffs. Tony watched hungrily as Tim lathered up his fingers, reached down, and ran a finger over his throbbing hole. Tony threw his head back as he groaned. Tim pressed his finger in slowly until it was all the way in. Then he worked Tony's muscles until he could fit a second then a third then a fourth finger. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Tony.

Once all four fingers were in he pressed them in enough so he could graze Tony's prostate. Tony moaned loudly.

"You like that?" Tim taunted.

Tony just nodded.

Tim pressed the spot again, "Do you want more?"

Again Tony nodded and begged, "Yes. Yes. More. Please master."

Tim slowly pulled his fingers out, lubed up his dick, and moved so he could push himself into Tony. They both moaned as Tim breached Tony's hole. Tim slowly and steadily moved until he was balls deep. Then he paused to give Tony time to relax. Soon, Tony whimpered, showing Tim he was ready.

Tim rode him slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. But soon Tony moaned, "Faster. Harder. Master."

Tim leaned down to give him a quick kiss before fucking Tony as hard and fast as he could. He managed to hit Tony's prostate every time. It didn't take too long for Tony's face to contort and Tim knew he was close.

"That's it," he panted in Tony's ear, "Come. Without me. Even touching. Your cock. Do it!"

With that order, Tony flung over the edge and came with a loud moan. Feeling Tony contract around him Tim followed, his hips convulsing as he came into his lover. Then he collapsed and they rode out their orgasms in each other's arms.

Smiling with the memory, Tony made sure no one could see that he was half hard under his desk from the mere memory of last night. He turned to look at McGee with a warm smile.

They had been together for about two and a half years now. They had come out to their NCIS family at a bar one night. Of course, Tony had talked to Gibbs one-on-one in the older man's basement just to make sure that, if Gibbs was going to be pissed that they'd broken Rule 12, he'd lash out at Tony, not McGee. Tony was the one to make the first move in the first place; plus, he was closer to Gibbs than McGee. Fortunately, Gibbs reacted fine. He was a little pissed at first. But when Tony had told Gibbs that he was so deeply in love with McGee that, if he had to, he would resign just to stay with him, Gibbs was stunned. Then he smiled at Tony and told him that love was different than dating; he nor the rules would stand in the way of something so unstoppable as love. Gibbs also told Tony he was glad he had finally found that special someone, and he would support them and still have their sixes. The rest of them were happy too, most claiming they had known all along that they were into each other.

Feeling his lover's gaze on him, McGee looked up and over. He smiled warmly back before looking back down. But Tony wouldn't look away. He was too busy admiring his handsome, gorgeous lover. Feeling that Tony hadn't looked away, McGee looked back up and decided to start a staring contest with Tony. As they stared into each other's green eyes, all the love and affection they felt for each other was clearly written all over their faces. Even a blind person could see that Tim loved Tony just as deeply as Tony loved Tim.

They were staring so deeply, neither noticed that Gibbs had answered his phone and, after listening to the other end for a moment, hung up and barked, "Grab your gear." When Tony and McGee didn't move, Gibbs barked even louder, "Hey! You two stop staring at each other and get moving!"

"Sorry Boss!" and "On it Boss!" were spoken immediately and they each jolted back to reality. As Gibbs and Ziva moved to the elevator, Tony and McGee hustled to gather their things. Tony led the way but McGee was not far behind; he jumped in, turning to the side as the doors started to close, making it just in time.

~~~~~NCIS~~~~~

The case they'd been called out on was looking more and more like a hate crime. There was one dead female petty office and a severely injured Muslim, who was the petty officer's finance. Someone had clearly broken into their home and, if the mess in the house was a clue, there had been a struggle before the petty officer and her finance were shot. Upon analyzing the body, Ducky discovered that the fatal shot was one to her lower abdomen. She must've bled out. The finance had been beaten up a bit before he was shot in the shoulder and his foot. He crawled over to the petty officer after a neighbor heard the gunshot and called the police and knelt with her while she died.

He was loaded into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital. While NCIS was called in the get the body and crime scene. When they were done processing, Gibbs called for Ziva and Tony to head to the hospital and interview the finance. When they had gotten there, they were told that the finance had been rushed into surgery to remove the bullet in his shoulder and fix the broken rip that was very close to piercing through his lung.

Tony called Gibbs to update him on that and then told the nurse at the station to inform them immediately when it was safe to interview the finance. Now, Tony and Ziva were going back.

Upon entering the room, Tony was saddened even farther by the state the man was in. Not only was his body bruised and bandaged, his one eye swollen so much he couldn't see out of it, his cheek bone appeared to be broken, his left foot wrapped and elevated, his ribs and shoulder covered in bandages, but his eyes were bloodshot and full of agony. He oozed the grief he was feeling from losing the love of his life. It hit Tony really hard, and he was unable to speak.

Ziva looked at him and could tell he was choked up so she started speaking, "Hello Mr. Khan. I am Special Agent Ziva David, and this is Special Agent Tony DiNozzo from NCIS. We're here to ask you a few questions about what happened to you."

He bravely nodded and sat up as much as he could.

Ziva continued as she stepped closer, "We know this is hard, but can you tell us all that you can remember about the attack?"

When he spoke, his voice was thick with an Iraqi accent as well as grief, "Florence and I were sitting in our living room and watching a movie when our front door was smashed open. These two guys came in and started to shout about how wrong it was for her to marry a terrorist like me… She died because of her love for me." He looked down as his eyes welled with tears.

Ziva sat down in a chair and shook her head, "She died because of people's ignorance and intolerance."

He looked up and seemed to notice for the first time that Ziva herself wasn't a native American. He took a deep breath and continued, "We jumped up and I told her to run, for her weapon. She usually keeps a spare in the house. The men came at me and I started to fight them. I just wanted to protect Florence, but she jumped in too. Next thing I remember is that I heard a gunshot, saw her on the ground, with one of the men standing over her. While I was distracted, the other shot me in the foot before the shoulder. Then they took off running. I tried to save her, but she died in my arms." His voice broke with that last comment. He struggled to contain his emotions.

Ziva reached out and lightly touched his arm, "Do you know who the men were?"

He nodded and spoke through his tears, "Not their names, but their faces. Florence went to high school with them. They are in her yearbook in the football team picture."

"Would you be able to identify them if we brought the book to you?"

Again he nodded. Ziva squeezed his arm and said, "I am so sorry for your loss." Then she stood and motioned for Tony to lead the way out.

Then Mr. Khan called, "Please. Bring justice on the ones that did this to Florence."

"We will Mr. Khan. We'll see you soon."

Ziva pulled Tony out into the hallway. She gave him a weird look, silently asking if he was going to call Gibbs. He shook away some of the effect the victim had on him and pressed speed dial number 2.

"Go DiNozzo."

"Boss," his voice cracked and he coughed, "He thinks he can identify the attackers. They were in her high school year book."

"You stay. Be there soon," then he hung up.

As Tony and Ziva waited, she tried to ask him why he'd been so affected by the victim. But he didn't feel explaining. Soon, Gibbs and McGee showed up with the yearbook. Mr. Khan easily showed them the ones who attacked him and his finance. They thanked him, wished him well, then Gibbs led the way to find the suspects.

They were easy to find and arrest. Just as easy to break in interrogation. Case closed.

As soon as Gibbs gave them the okay to leave, Tony rocketed out of there. The other three looked after him with confusion and concern. Ziva explained what had happened at the hospital, leaving them even more worried. Tim frowned and had a pretty good guess what was wrong with his lover. He wanted so badly to go after him, but he knew Tony would need a little alone time first.

~~~~~NCIS~~~~~

Thankfully, Tim didn't have to wait long. He'd been home for about an hour when Tony called him and asked to come over. Tim agreed and decided to cook one Tony's favorite meals, spaghetti with meatballs. By the time Tony showed up, the food was still on the oven, being kept warm. As soon as Tim saw Tony, he could tell Tony still hadn't fully recovered from the hospital visit.

Even when Tony smiled and said, "Yum. Smells good McHouseWife."

Tim smirked.

They ate in silence. When Tony was done, Tim finally turned to him and asked, "What's wrong Tony?"

He sighed and placed his plate on the coffee table. He turned to look at McGee, wondering how to start. "Rule 10," he started.

"Never get personally involved in a case," McGee recited.

Tony nodded, "I broke it and it interfered with my ability to do my job. When I walked into that hospital room, I could feel the misery and grief the guy was feeling. To lose his finance so early. It got me thinking about what would happen if I were to lose you." Here, he paused to breathe. Tim reached out and grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Tony looked into his eyes, "You know I love you right?"

"Of course I do Tony. Just like I know I love you." Tim reached out to touch Tony's face with his free hand. Tony leaned into the touch.

"I just don't know what I'd do without you."

Tim smiled, his entire being filling with the warm love he felt for this man. He leaned forward to give Tony a kiss, a warm, gentle kiss that was full of the complete love he was feeling. He tried to pull Tony down on top of him, but Tony pulled away. Tim whimpered and pouted.

"Wait," Tony gasped with a smile, "I wasn't done yet."

Tim smiled and sat back up expectantly.

That was when Tony slid off the couch and on to his left knee. Tim's eyes widened as Tony pulled out a small box. Both men's heart rates kicked up as Tony opened his mouth, "Timothy No-Middle-Name McGee. Will you marry me?"

Immediately Tim gasped, "Yes!"

Tony's face was illuminated by a huge smile that reached his eyes, chasing away all the effects of earlier. He quickly slid the simple yet gorgeous silver ring on Tim's finger before leaning over to kiss him. Tim grabbed onto Tony and pulled him on top of him. He moaned into the kiss as Tony slipped his tongue into his fiancé's throat. They made love right there on the couch before collapsing face-to-face and falling asleep in each other's arms.