In My Own Little Corner

This is a very new topic for me... been trying to get into the mood of writing a good NCIS McGibbs fic that is more case than romance but has a decent amount of slash – as I do so love McGibbs together. I would like to thank my friends in real life that help me review, edit, and points to the plotline. Please don't get mad that there isn't enough McGibbs-y goodness, it literally just wrote itself and have been told it's pretty good. Please R&R. Criticisms and helps are always welcomed in my inbox and I will try to take them constructively.m

The day started out the same: McGee woke up in bed, leaning on Gibbs who, by this point in the morning, was awake and sitting up, simply waiting for the younger man to stir. The smell of coffee filled the upstairs of the house, as Gibbs obviously had already put on a pot of coffee before they went to work. Life with Gibbs was strangely satisfying to green-eyed man, as he got out of bed, headed to the shower to get ready for work. Gibbs finally decided to get out of the bed as well when he heard the sound of water rushing from the bathroom.

"Be ready in 20, Tim." The older man said loud enough to be heard over the rushing water his lover was enjoying. "I have a feeling things are going to get mighty interesting today."

Downstairs in 10, dressed and ready to go, McGee looked at his watch. 0530 it read. "Jethro, what the hell are we doing up at 5:30?" McGee had been used to his lover and boss let him sleep until 0630 to go into work at 0700.

"Got some things I wanted to do before we went to work. Besides, I didn't wake you; the coffee seemed to do that pretty well." Gibbs replied simply with a smirk that filled his face.

"Leroy Jethro Gibbs!" Tim yelled out in a playful tone as he grabbed Jethro by the tie. "What ever am I going to do with you?" He smiled devilishly and gave his older lover a long, passionate kiss.

…

Gibbs and McGee stopped by a local breakfast place that was already open. "I could have simply made breakfast." Whined McGee as the server brought out their food.

"I know, but I do like to treat you every now and then. Or is that crime?" Gibbs retorted with a smile as he began to work on his eggs and hashbrowns.

McGee, ever being the flirt he was, simply blushed and said, "No, but I'll have to find a way to make it one."

The two men ate their breakfast, enjoying each other's company, and had a delightful time waiting to go to work. In the car, Gibbs placed his left hand on the steering wheel and the other on Tim's knee. It was a different feeling to explain, even for Gibbs, but he knew that he loved Tim. Tim made him laugh, smile, and ultimately relax, like nothing his three ex-wives could do. He could only compare the love he had for Tim to the love he had for Shannon and Kelly. He wasn't disrespecting them, he had had other male relationships in his lifetime, but Tim was something different-something special-and he wanted to keep Tim from any harm that came his way. That was when he knew he was in love with his youngest agent. Sure, Tony would have been someone special, if he were, but something about Tim captivated the older man and to this day, he hadn't figured out what.

…

As they came to the Yard, they were getting ready to get out of the car, when they ran into Tony. "Hey Boss. Hey Probie. How ya doin'?"

"Okay, DiNozzo. Why are you so early?" McGee snickered when Gibbs asked that, not expecting the head-smack that came with his laughter.

"Boss! What was that for?" Those big green eyes turned into puppy dog eyes and Tim's big lower lip began to pout. Restraining from attacking him at that sight, Jethro turned his attention to Tony.

"Do we have any new cases, Tony? I do not want to spend another day working on cold cases."

"Boss, it's only 0645. I have had a very long night, and I don't think I'm up for field duty today." DiNozzo complained. "But if we do get a case, I'll be glad to do my best." He realized that look in those steel blue eyes that if he didn't save himself he'd be the recipient of a head-smack as well and with the headache that was already present, it would only add to the pain.

…

"I apologized for being late, Gibbs. The traffic today was homicide?" Officer David said as a question to get it right. Gibbs did a quite unnoticed look to his watch, which read 0715.

"Murder, Ziva, 'Traffic was murder.'."

She gave Tony a look that sent a shiver down his spine and his head back into the paperwork on his desk. She was sick of having DiNozzo correct her when she had misspoken an idiom. Quite frankly, she was at a point of no return, as well. She, too, was suffering from a headache, although it probably wasn't an alcohol-induced one like Tony's 'headache'.

As she said this, a child walked up to Agent Gibbs desk. "May I help you, young man?" The boy stared a Gibbs as if he were a foreigner. Realizing quickly, what might be the cause of the stare, Gibbs began to sign "You Deaf ?" This evoked an even odder look from the child. "Ziva, how many languages do you know?"

"Ten. Why, Gibbs?" The leader of the team didn't have time to respond when she looked at the tears that filled the eyes of the small child. The little boy reminded her of her sister, Talia, when she was his age, which she guessed to be about 8 or 9. She hurried over to the boy, picked him up, and started to wipe his tears away as she cooed him in Hebrew. The little boy stopped crying, pulled his right index finger to his right dimple, and brought it down his cheek to his pinky raised. He then placed it on Ziva's left cheek. With this, even Mossad officer Ziva David couldn't help but begin to cry.

Gibbs understood this to be sign language, but which language was the question. "McGee, I need you to find out from which language that sign came. Tony, I need you to find a translator in legal department. We're not dealing with American or British English." This was why his gut was never wrong.

…

After an hour, Tony came back to the bullpen with Agent Isuma Yamato. A tall man, with skin that obviously implied–as with his name–his homeland, Agent Yamato was one of the best lawyers NCIS had ever acquired. "Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you sent for me?" He said as he bowed to show the respect Agent Gibbs had earned from the Legal Department. With this, the young child that was held captive in Officer David's arm began to worm and squirm at the sight of the bow.

The boy put his index finger on his cheek, brought it down with is thumb in an upright position, and began pushing it towards the Agent from other building. The old man smiled and chuckled as he spoke to the child, "How do you know Japanese Sign Language, little one? And, no, I am not your father." With this, Agent Yamato walked over to Ziva, relinquished her hold upon the child, while speaking in his native tongue to the child.

"Which means, he called Ziva mother!" Tony barely said before sitting in his chair, nearly dying of laughter.

"McGee!" Gibbs looked frustrated that in the hour that Tony had been gone, his lover hadn't found the sign equivalent.

"I'm sorry, Boss…" His voice began to trail off. "I didn't get a clear view, and I don't know American Sign Language, much less did I know that Japanese Sign Language was different." He began to blush, and Gibbs began to hate the fact that he had jumped down Tim's throat. Tony, however, noticed the unspoken exchange between lovers and began to speculate just how much of that blushing was necessary at work. He knew that his Probie was prone to blushing, but this amount was not appropriate.

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As the morning progressed, Agent Yamato explained to Agent Gibbs that JSL was rare-but not unheard of-especially since his own mother was becoming deaf. Jethro went up to see Director Vance to inquire if anything had happened at NCIS Osaka. Vance hadn't heard anything, but that didn't mean nothing hadn't happened, yet. He walked into MTAC with Jethro, McGee, Agent Yamato, and the young boy in his arms. "Do we even have a name to this child?" Vance roared at the three men. He thought, surely, between the three of them, someone would have asked him his name. All three of them were suddenly intimidated–even Gibbs (this was a rare sight). Agent Yamato wrote on a piece of paper, telling the young child his name and asking for his. He responded by writing his name, which severely shocked them all. He wrote his name to be David MacAlswerth. An English name, to an eight year old who was using JSL.

"Well, that settles it. McGee, get NCIS Osaka on the vid feed and we're going to figure out why Daniel and Catherine MacAlswerth's child is here without them!" commanded Leon.

"Yes, Director." McGee said quickly, noticing the anger flaring within Vance's voice. Within seconds, McGee had pulled the video feed for NCIS Osaka and Director Vance was looking at Director Michiko Kouno, her beauty was only matched by her own name.

"Yes, Director Vance. You summoned me?" She inquired as she bowed. Agent Yamato was impressed that he was not the only Japanese person that still bowed in the presence of authority. "What is wrong on your side of the world? Is it Al-Qaeda?" She asked, Vance noting that her concern was true.

"No, It's not Al-Qaeda. Do you have the position of Daniel and Catherine MacAlswerth, Michiko?"

The woman looked as if she had seen a ghost. "They were taking some time off to travel, where they went, I do not know, but I assure you I will find them for you. Anything specific? Is that David? May I speak with him, sir?"

The little boy was squirming ferociously in Agent Yamato's arms. He obviously wanted to get loose to talk to the woman on the screen. Director Vance turned around, and upon seeing how determined the child was to get free, granted his permission on the condition that she or Agent Yamato translate. They both agreed with an unison "Hai!" to let Jethro know they would help him. The little boy stood there and signed his arms off. Agent Yamato translated for both sides of the conversation.

Apparently, Daniel and Catherine were stopping in America, specifically D.C., before they crossed the ponds to visit family for Christmas. Five days ago, Daniel and Catherine landed, made reservations for their son–which they would shortly join, after a dinner meeting–and they would go to the National Christmas Tree on the lawn of the "white house". The boy was gifted at writing kanji. So gifted, in fact, that upon leaving the hotel to go to the meeting, Daniel explained to the concierge desk that anything David wanted, he could have, as long as the writing was nearly perfect, and the waiter could understand what he wanted. David was worried when his parent hadn't shown up by 00h00. He knew something had happened, but because he was deaf, signed Japanese, was in an unfamiliar country, he couldn't find what he wanted. He recounted to the director that he had remembered the four big letters on the building where his parents had worked and found the phonebook. He told her that he searched and searched in the foreign book to find four letters in a consecutive order, N-C-I-S. He then explained that he asked the room service man for maps to NCIS in this land's phonebook. After five minutes, David told Director Kouno, the man returned with directions written in Japanese. The child left the hotel. After he was done, he ran over to Gibbs, coming up only to his knee, grabbing it and with his green eyes and red hair looking up to Gibbs. All that was spoken by Agent Gibbs was a simple "Yes." Even the deaf child knew what word had been spoken as he reached up for Gibbs to pick him up and snuggled close in the breast of Gibbs' overcoat.