A/N - Thank you all for reading the series. I've written most of the chapters for Family Affair but still have a few to go, so please bear with me. Please give feedback when possible, I want to make sure I'm doing McDavid justice. Thanks again!


NCIS

David growled in Tim's ear as he nibbled just underneath it, igniting Tim's sensitive spot. Tim inhaled from the sensation and pushed down on his bed, pressing him harder against his lover who pushed him back with a buck of his hips. Tim felt the fire radiating from David's chest on his back, and stayed pressed against him like he was the only thing keeping him alive. Their rhythm sent Tim's pendant rocking back and forth as it hung from his neck. Tim's arms slid out in front of him, bringing the rest of his body down and David's on top of it. David slid his strong arms around Tim's torso and shoulders as he kept up the slow rhythm. He licked and nibbled his way down Tim's neck while Tim's hands grappled for anything they could find to push him further onto David's shaft.

"Please…" Tim begged, "More… Harder…"

David tweaked one of Tim's nipples and slammed into him, causing the latter to yelp in pleasure. David increased his speed and pressure, then let his bristly beard slide down the other side of Tim's neck leaving tingling sensations all over.

"I don't think you're ready, baby," David teased.

"No—please, please, give it to me," Tim pleaded.

"Ohhh… someone's begging?"

"YES! MORE!"

David gnawed at a special spot he had found on Tim's collar. Just high enough to be sensitive, and just low enough not to show at work. His breathing got steadily heavier and heavier. David then pulled back and out of Tim, but then quickly turned him over and plunged back in so Tim never felt the emptiness. He pulled Tim to him even tighter if it were possible, and picked up his speed even further. He wasn't going to last much longer, and he wanted to look into those pleading green eyes when he came.

Tim hooked his legs tightly around David's hips and his arms around David's back. He was almost lifting himself off the bed with the force of David's thrusts, and wanted nothing more than to simply melt into his lover. His eyes tried to close in pleasure, but he also wanted to see David's eyes light up as he climaxed.

"Timmy…"

"Yes!"

"I'm gonna…"

"YES!"

David seized as he gripped Tim like a vise, his orgasm rocking through his body into Tim. Tim felt the warmth in him and around him as he was held tight by his lover, and felt as if his world was suspended in that infinite moment.

After an eternity, David felt himself slip out of Tim, and he sleepily whispered, "Good morning to you too."

David rolled to the side, and Tim slid over and nestled his head on David's chest. They entwined fingers, and Tim gave a sleepy yet satisfied groan. They were laying in Tim's bedroom as the sun shone in, both hoping that the alarm clock wouldn't disrupt their perfectly wonderful morning.

After a few more minutes, Tim finally spoke, "I was worried I tired you out too much during the first round for you to top me too, but I just couldn't resist. I feel like my body's been on backlog for activity."

"I'm not complaining," David said and gave Tim a soft kiss. "I just hope your next case doesn't take you to a land bustling with hot men while you're in heat."

"Pshh stop it," Tim said, laughing. "You're my only man, and I'm not a special on Animal Planet so the only thing that needs to be 'in heat' is the coffee if either of us are actually going to get to work on time."

"Mmmm I'll agree to me being your only man, definitely to the coffee, maybe to the whole Animal Planet thing, but my two-hour drive to work can wait a few more minutes."

David rolled over on top of Tim and started peppering him with kisses until just a second later when the alarm clock started beeping.

"I said a few minutes!" David protested.

Tim chuckled and repeatedly hit the alarm clock until his hand hit the button to turn it off. "Come on, lazy butt. Coffee and jogging time," he said. He groaned as he got up, then headed to the bathroom.

As David begrudgingly got up to change, he saw another picture had been put on Tim's nightstand. It was from a picnic date they had gone on a few months ago near the end of September. They were in Rock Creek Park, David was propped up against a tree wearing a black flat cap and a vintage Dr. Pepper shirt. He was looking down at Tim, who was lying face-up on David's stomach looking up at him while wearing an open button-down plaid shirt and a plain white shirt underneath. Jethro was also on his back looking up with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. Tim and David both had wide smiles and were looking right into each other's eyes.

Tim walked back in from the bathroom and saw David handling the picture. "Oh yeah, I printed that one up. I also have the one that Abby took of us at the barbecue on the refrigerator, but this one's my favorite."

"I love the barbecue one," he said, recalling how wonderful each moment felt. "I have that one on my desk," David said while getting up. He crossed the room over to Tim and gave him a quick kiss before heading into the bathroom himself.

Tim sat on the edge of the bed putting on his jogging clothes. The familiar sinking feeling of David having to leave again crept into his chest.

When David walked back in, he could tell Tim was feeling the same way he was. The sad eyes, the pouting lip, sitting on the edge of the bed trying to stall, classic signs of the "wish you didn't have to go" talk. They both did it, they both knew when the other was about to, too.

"Me too," David said sitting next to him. He figured he didn't have to wait for Tim to say what he was obviously feeling.

"Well, what if you didn't? Have to go, I mean," Tim said with a hint of fear in his voice.

"You mean?" David started.

"Yeah."

"Do you think we're ready for that?"

"I don't know. I just hate this feeling."

David leaned against Tim. "Me too. I loved when we exchanged keys, but this would take things a whole lot further. Would… would you tell your family?"

Tim hadn't thought about that. "Honestly, I haven't spoken to my dad in almost… four years? My mom in about that time too," he answered. "My parents divorced a long time ago. My mom now lives in Texas. My sister Sarah is a senior in college now. We keep in touch but not exactly close because we're both so busy, even though she lives on campus near here. I helped her through a bit of a rough patch a couple of years ago, but we've still just been living our separate lives. I do talk to my grandmother occasionally, but we were closer when I was young. You told me over Christmas that you don't really have family. What about your parents?"

David's tone dropped a little, which caused Tim to worry. "After Kevin died, my parents said some pretty shitty things about him at the funeral. They tried to say that our lifestyle-" he said the word with obvious spite and a roll of his eyes "-caused his death and would cause mine. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters, but I haven't spoken with any of them since that day because none of them stood up for me. I'm starting to reconnect with some old friends, like Liz in DC, but otherwise it's mainly you, your friends, and my work friends. I'm kinda an older brother to a few people at work, but that's mainly when we're at work. We don't meet up much outside of it."

"And at work they all know?"

"Yeah, I told them about you last week when Eric, the new manager, had asked about that night we were baking. Liz knew since I told her why I was coming down that second time you and I met. My old friends knew Kevin, but we've lost touch."

Tim nodded. "I think Sarah would be ok with it. Surprised, but ok. Penny, my grandmother, I'm sure would be ok. I'm just concerned about my parents. I don't think I ever told you, my dad is an Admiral in the Navy."

"Holy crap, no you never told me about that. Is that why you haven't spoken in so long?"

"No, he's just… well he was disappointed that I went with NCIS instead of being in the Navy itself. Nothing I ever did was good enough."

"Well I, for one, am very proud of what you do, Timmy," David said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You've put away some pretty tough people and you just keep on going."

"Thanks, and I really admire what you do, too. You're not even 30 but you own a successful business doing something you love to do. That's incredible."

"Thank you. I really love this, Tim. Us. I love how we are, and where we're going. I don't want to put any pressure on you to do anything with your family, but I don't want there to be a rift between you and your family because we took this kind of step."

"I'd never let family come between us, but you're probably right. Let's give it some more time. I'm not going anywhere."

"Neither am I."

"Good. Love you," Tim said with a kiss.

"Love you too."

They finished getting dressed and each tried to think of a more cheerful topic while jogging. After David left, Tim sat for a while wondering if maybe it really was too soon to broach the topic of moving in together, but David wasn't scared off. That was a good sign for them, and it meant Tim could move on with his week without worrying more than usual about their relationship and what was next for them.

NCIS

That night, Tim and Ziva were settling in at the Bed and Breakfast in Stillwater, PA where they were investigating their case. Stillwater was Gibbs' hometown, and brought up many questions about Gibbs' childhood. They had already met his father, Jackson, and had seen their interactions. It was getting late and was a long day of searching for evidence after the five-hour drive.

"So Ziva," Tim said while unpacking, "what do you think of Gibbs' dad so far?"

"He seems quite charming. There's obvious tension between him and Gibbs, but it's almost funny to see," she said while brushing her hair.

"It's just amazing seeing Gibbs as a human being, and acting like a teenager in front of his dad. It's just so weird!"

"At least I know I'm not the only one with a tense paternal relationship."

"Do any of us have a relaxed relationship with our fathers? Even Tony has horror stories about his."

"I don't hear much about yours, McGee."

"Actually David and I had the same talk about that this morning, funny enough."

"Really? He asked about your family and told you about his?"

"Yeah. He said he cut them off after they said something about his late husband at his funeral. Pretty harsh stuff, too. If it was truly as bad as he said, I doubt I'll ever even want to meet them."

"Things between my father and I are… strained… as well," Ziva replied. "We disagree on a lot of things. I sometimes find it hard to trust him, but I have to nonetheless. What about your father?"

"Haven't spoken in years. Just never saw eye-to-eye about anything."

"What brought on the conversation between you and David?" she asked with a curious look.

"We were just both feeling sad about him having to leave again. I… didn't exactly ask him to move in, but I asked what he'd think if we did."

Ziva's eyes widened with excitement and she began listening intently. "And?" she asked.

"He said 'not yet,' but that he wants to eventually."

"Aww. Did he say why not?"

"He said we're not ready, and I kind of agree, but he would still be willing to try after a little longer. We've been together for eight months, not even a full year. Plus it would require one of us to change or lose our jobs. I doubt I could be on call with a two-hour commute, so I guess that would mean he'd have to come here or I'd have to find another office."

"And if he came here, that'd mean selling his house and business."

"I just told him this morning how proud I was of him for having that business. How can I ask him to leave it?"

"Can't he simply move his business to a new site down closer to you?"

"I suppose, but that's still a lot to ask. I think he's also somewhat hesitant because I haven't told my family about him yet. He says it isn't, but I think that it still weighs on him a little."

"Not even your sister? I thought you two were close."

"Closer than my parents, but I've been giving her space because of her studies."

"Do you want her to meet him?"

"Honestly, before today I didn't even think about it. It just hasn't been really the focus of things. You guys were more what I was worried about as far as meeting him, and he feels the same way. You're more like family to me," Tim said with a warm smile.

"Thanks, Tim. That means a lot. I've always tried to look after you like you were my brother. You were one of the first to accept me after Kate's death."

"You earned my trust and respect, just like you earned all of ours. David's concerned that my parents won't take to us as well. His didn't with his last relationship, and now he doesn't speak to them. Mine might be the same, but I don't talk to them as much anyway."

"Well, I wouldn't worry about trying to move in together too quickly, Tim. Not right now, at least. Your relationship is stable, and that's not something everyone can say," Ziva said with a hint of jealousy which Tim caught.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he looked at her quizzically. "Ziva, are you seeing someone?"

"No. Well," she paused, "No."

"Ok, who are you decidedly not seeing?" Tim said with a raised eyebrow.

"Nobody."

"Oh come on, Ziva. One, you obviously have someone on your mind. Two, I trusted you when David and I were getting started."

"Ok, ok. His name is Michael."

"And where did you meet Michael?" he asked with overacted intrigue.

"In Israel, when the team was split up. We've kept in contact since."

"Mossad?"

She looked at him for a moment, then decided to tell the truth. "Yes."

"You don't seem happy about that," he said with concern.

"He works for my father, and therefore I cannot trust him fully."

"But you have strong feelings for him?"

"Yes. Eventually, if he proves he can be trusted, it may go a little further."

"Thank you for telling me, Ziva."

"Do not tell Tony, under any circumstances."

"Never even crossed my mind," he said as he picked up his phone.

"Hey, no Tony!" she said, watching him carefully.

"I'm calling David, Ms. Nosey. I just want to make sure things are ok and to say goodnight. I do it every night."

She eyed him suspiciously, but finally said, "Ok."

Tim stepped out into the hallway to make the call.

"Hey Timmy. Busy day at work?"

"Actually somewhat enlightening. We're in Stillwater, Pennsylvania. Case took us here."

"Stillwater? I don't think I've even heard of it."

"It's Gibbs' hometown, about three hours north of you."

"Gibbs' hometown? I bet Tony flipped his lid at the chance to go."

"He did, and he isn't here."

"No! Did you trick him like he tricked you for Baghdad?"

"Didn't have to, but we video chatted with him today from Gibb's dad's store and he was absolutely green with envy. I've also been sending him pictures with me and Ziva out here just to torture him."

David cackled on the other line. "Oh that is excellent! I hope you're having a good time, even though it is the ever-exotic middle-of-nowhere part of PA."

"I am, actually. Gibbs' dad is really interesting. They're so different it's almost night and day. And everyone here knows each other."

"That's good then, that should help your case."

"Let's hope so. How about you? How's work?"

"So far so good. I tried three different red velvet recipes in preparation for Valentine's Day next month. I think I have it down, but I'll test it once more tomorrow morning before giving out samples."

"And… about our talk this morning, are you ok? It was just a bit of a downer, all the bad memories. I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Thanks baby, I'm ok. I guess when we first got together I considered the team to be more your family than anyone else, and didn't really think about actual relatives until moving in was brought up. I shouldn't have assumed, and I didn't mean to sound like I was pressuring you into coming out or introducing me. I'm sorry."

"No, no. Don't be sorry. You even said it before when Abby needed help. The team is my family, which makes them your family too. And especially after this party we threw on Christmas, I think they're feeling the same. Besides, I've decided I want you to meet Sarah. I think it's a good idea and want to take that step. Plus if anything I think she'll be jealous that I landed a hunk that knows his way around a kitchen."

"Oh stop!" David said. Tim could tell he was smiling. "You're making me blush."

"I'm serious, though," Tim said with a smile of his own. "Sometime soon, I'll get us set up for dinner with her before Valentine's Day."

"Are you sure? I don't want you doing this just because I said it wasn't time for us to move in together yet."

"I'm very sure. And I still agree with you that it's too soon for that, but I think it is time that she met you.

"Then I'll be happy to. Will you come to the shop sometime while I work so I can show everyone my Special Agent Arm Candy?"

"Oh my god, please tell me you haven't called me that at work…"

"Oh come on, what's the point of dating a super smart federal agent if I don't get to show him off?"

"Ohhh I will get you for it but yes, I'll be your Special Agent Arm Candy," he spoke the pet name bitterly.

"I promise not to call you that. At least, not in front of you… But yes! Sign me up for that dinner. Just let me know when."

"I will. Anyway, I should get to bed. I love you."

"I love you too baby. Sleep well."

Tim felt better, and didn't feel like shaking off his smile when he walked back into the room. Ziva was lying in bed tucked in with a book.

"Everything ok?" she asked.

"Yeah, great, actually. We decided to have dinner with my sister soon."

"That's a big step!"

"Yeah. But I'm happy to take it. Anyway, good night."

"Good night," she said as she turned out the lights. After a moment in the darkness, she finally giggled out, "Special Agent Arm Candy…"

"ZIVA!"