Fic: Sweet Little Lies
Summary: Sometimes little lies, can save you, sometimes they just make things worse.
A/N: I own nothing, this is purely for fun. A bit AU at times. Comments welcome, flamed feed the dragon.
A dreary morning by any standards as the rain pelted down on Tony's head. "Get coffee, he said, hurry up Dinozzo he said." Coffee now in hand he headed back to NCIS to hopefully a lot less grumpy Gibbs. They had all been a little on edge lately. Who could really blame them. Their search for Charles Morehead had come up empty.
Two weeks they had trailed the guy only to come up empty when they had raided his last known location, some abandoned warehouse in downtown Laurel, Maryland. Upon entering he saw both Ziva and McGee studying a stack of letters sitting on Gibbs' desk. Having been the last recipient of the plague when he opened a letter, Tony was not going anywhere near them. Better to be innocent when Gibbs came in and found them goofing off. Wait... Gibbs where was Gibbs. "Anyone seen the Boss? I have the coffee he sent me out for, in the pouring rain I might add." Shaking out his hair he took a seat on his desk to stare at his partners, waiting for an answer.
He is in with the director, and had you not been late you would have known that. Ziva smirked at the now, not only soaking wet but a bit perturbed Tony. Before he could answer there was a commotion from the stairs, and as they turned to look they saw Director Vance, and Gibbs in what seemed to be a heated argument. It wasn't unusual for them to be on opposite sides of a case, but this was before Gibbs had even had his coffee, it couldn't end well.
Wonder what that was about?," McGee questioned.
"Nothing good Probie, nothing good. Now quick look busy here he comes."
"Charles Morehead up on the screen McGee!" Within thirty seconds the picture of a man in his late fifties was on the screen, dark colored hair, thousand dollar suit, and shaking hands with a well known Japanese business man.
"Take a good look everyone. This is our newest suspect."
Tony jumped from his chair, "Boss, didn't you kill his family two years ago in that fire in Virginia."
"Yes, Tony which is why we have been trailing him for a few months now. Seems he has been meeting with this other man, Mr. Lee. Anyone see the family resemblance?"
"You don't mean..." McGee stuttered out.
"The one and only Agent Lee's stepfather. I want to know why they are meeting, where that meeting is taking place, and what it is about." No one moved still stunned in the fact a well known criminal was talking to the late Agent Lee's father. The shout of now! had everyone on their feet.
Six hours later...
"Everyone go home, Tony you and Ziva escort Ducky and Palmer, home, McGee take Abby. Report back here first thing in the morning, and I do mean first thing. You're late don't bother coming back.
McGee I can handle myself. I don't need you going all macho on me," Abby said, unlocking her door.
"I thought you liked when I played macho." The giggle from her was all the sign he needed to help her inside by picking her up and shutting the door with his foot. Four month ago they had foregone the playful banter they usually shared and found that indeed they did care for one another.
McGee put Abby down on the couch while he took both their coats and hung them up. "You are soaked. Why don't you go take a warm shower and I will get us something to eat started. How about some soup?"
"Sounds good to me, though I'm not really hungry."
"The soup was ready and still Abby hadn't made it back from the shower. McGee wondering what was taking so long went looking for her. He found her standing in her room, one of his old shirts clinging to her still slightly damp body. In two strides he was by her side, wrapping his arms around her. Feelings of arousal stirring him to kiss her along her neck. 'You do know that dinner is getting cold,'
'What I know is that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.' He trailed more kisses across her collarbone, pulling aside the shirt to expose her shoulder.'
"You know you are quite the bold one Tim, considering Gibbs would flay you alive if he even thought you were here, doing..." her breath caught in her throat as McGee ran his hand down her side, ever so slightly caressing her as he did.
"Ahem, sorry you are right. I should feed you and get you to bed early."
Abby pulled away from him, "I never said stop.' She ran her hands up his chest, pulling his shirt off as she did. Taking his hand she led him over to the bed, pushing him down on it and crawling to straddle his waist. 'Maybe we shouldn't. We both have to be in early you know.' His objections halted as Abby tugged his slacks down exposing him. Another series of kisses ran along his navel, and he tried his best to will himself to stop. 'I love you Tim, you know that.'
"I know that Abby but, it's different now. I don't want to just have sex and go back to work tomorrow like we don't know each other. I am tired of pretending that you are just another co-worker."
"Then what do you want Tim?"
" I want to make love to you,' he groaned as her hand slid beneath his boxers.
"I want that too," she whispered straddling herself above him. Rolling her over McGee took his time savoring each moment that they were together not rushing anything. He thought he would burst from the sheer need to be with her, and yet he held off till she was whimpering, begging him to finally enter her.
It was slow, sensual and when they lay there, sweaty and drained McGee noticed tears rolling down her face. "Abby what is it? Did I hurt you?"
"No, it's just I never... well, no one had ever made love to me before. I mean,I've had sex, but never like that, like that being with me in that moment was all that ever mattered."
"You are the only thing that has ever mattered to me Abby. I love you. I want to show you everyday just how much, and together they lay there sharing everything from their favorite tv shows growing up, to how many kids they wanted someday. The sun came up, and all too soon it was time to get ready for work.
"Why the happy face Probie?'
"Not even you can ruin my day Tony." McGee sat down at his desk, turning on his computer to restart the search for the elusive mystery as to what Morehead was up to.
"Smile like that, and you not falling for Tony's attempts to aggravate you, it must be a woman.'
"It can't be a woman Ziva, First of all our Timmy here couldn't keep a secret like that to himself, second his handy dandy box of condoms has about a inch of dust on them in his desk drawer."
"Stop snooping around in my things!"
"Ahh, so it is a woman. Our little Tim here has found him a companion for the evenings. How much does she charge Probie? Twenty, fifty?"
Tony's face bounced off the desk from the head slap. "I don't care if it is a French poodle. We have bigger issues Dinozzo."
"Right Boss," turning to the plasma screen. Our Mr. Lee is head of the Department of Genetics at Pearl Harbor. Seems Lee and Morehead became friends when Morehead's wife was trying to get pregnant."
Gibbs sat down at his desk, just now seeing the envelope laying there. Inside was a single piece of the paper and on it words written in what he guessed was Japanese. "Anyone here who can read this?" he said, holding up the piece of paper.
Everyone shook there heads no. Five languages Ziva and one of them isn't this one?
"Sorry Gibbs," It was at this time that Abby walked into the bullpen.
"I have that info you wanted,' she saw the piece of paper, and squealed. "Is Ducky sending you cryptic messages Gibbs?" At the look of utter confusion she got she continued. "You know Ducky, he was stationed at Pearl Harbor for like three years once. He sent me some videos but all the movies were in Japanese, couldn't really understand them, even though I can read lips."
Abby turned to find she was all alone in the bullpen now except for McGee. How about lunch McGee?
"Sorry Abby I need to go find out what that letter said, though I will take a rain check for dinner if we aren't here all night."
"Ahhhh Jethro what bring you down here. I have no body to examine, and you rarely come on a social call."
"Can you read this Ducky?"
Taking the piece of paper, he looked over it. "Quite an odd message to send someone. Have you dishonored someone Tony?"
"Me, no, why would you think..."
"What does it say Ducky."
"It is quite simple Jethro. It says a daughter for a daughter." Everyone looked equally perplexed. Gibbs had no daughter, and who and why had this been sent to him.
Abby just finished her lunch and had half an hour to spare. She wanted to go to the store and get Tim something special, well, technically it was for her but he would enjoy the perks of it too. Stepping into the lingerie store she was definitely out of her element.
The sales lady had taken one look at her, and nearly fainted. Pigtails, four inch platform shoes, and she was rushing over. "Can I help you Miss?
"Well, you see I need something to help me be more you know, like less me. At least when I am asleep. You see I wanted to show my friend that even though he slept in my coffin bed, I still am just normal, you know,
"Did you say coffin bed? Yes, I can see you will need lots of help. Lydia..." Ten minutes later and Abby was in the dressing room trying on frilly lingerie. Not really her style but twirling around in the red satin one did give her a little smile, knowing McGee would absolutely love it. She quickly changed out of it and went to pay and was headed back to her car. She never saw the guy come up behind her. "You will follow me Miss Sciuto or the lovely man I saw you with the other night, won't make it home tonight."
Abby let out a small gasp. McGee. "How? Who are you?"
"I am an old friend of your Gibbs. Now follow me if you want to ever see him or this McGee alive again." Abby followed him down the block and into what appeared to be a women's clinic.
"Doctor Taki, the receptionist greeted him. He smiled in return to her and grabbed Abby by the arm. "This is Miss Sciuto. She is a new patient of ours."
Abby was lead into a room, and told to sit up on the exam table. "What do you want from me?
Taki walked over to the adjoining door and in walked another man. "May I introduce to you Mr. Lee."
"You see Miss Sciuto the reason you are here is quite clear. Your Agent Gibbs with the help of this McGee took from me something I hold dear, my daughter. I have no heir to claim the family business you see. What you will do is simple. Next month you will inform them both that you are pregnant."
Abby went to scream, but a hand was quickly placed over her mouth. "If you scream I will kill all these people inside this facility. Do you we have an understanding?'
"I can't tell them I am pregnant!"
"You can Miss Sciuto and you will. If you do not do this then know that your Gibbs and McGee will be killed. I have no qualms about ending their lives. You see I do not want to kill him but I will if you do no co-operate. I only wish to humiliate him, as he has done to my family, for a man who is shamed is no longer a man."
"They will know I am not pregnant, when I don't deliver a baby. Seriously your plan won't work.'
"You doubt me with good reason, but I have thought out all aspects you see. You will come here for your appointments. I will supply you with phoney sonograms, documentation of your pregnancy. When it comes to that time I will in fact take from them what they took from me."
Abby was scared now, really scared. "But what about Ducky? He will want to check me out."
"Ahhh, you see I have asked that Doctor Mallard be sent to visit his cousin. Seem the poor chap was hit by a car just the other day. When he returns you will already be seeing me. No need for him to examine you then."
Abby couldn't stop shaking, She had been stalked before, had her friends killed. She didn't want to be the reason that Gibbs and McGee were dead. She couldn't live with herself if that happened. She loved both of them, and would do whatever it took to keep them safe, including this bizarre even to her scheme.
Mr. Taki helped her down from the exam table. "To insure your complete and utter silence, just know I will be watching your every move. Right now your apartment is being bugged, your phone tapped both at home and work. If you do not go along with this, and suddenly she caught a screen behind her coming on. On the screen was McGee and he was walking back to his car. A bullet whizzed past his head, striking the car, and he ducked trying to find the shooter. "As you can see Miss Sciuto, one slip up, one hint even that you are not completely happy, and you won't have to worry about either of these two men again."
