Hostage Situation
Agent Timothy McGee of NCIS (Naval Criminal Investigative Service) was just waking up in his apartment. He yawned and looked at his alarm clock. He shifted and felt the arms of his lover tighten round him. Tim looked over and saw his boss Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs still asleep behind him spooning against his back.
They have been sleeping together a month and seeing each other that long. No one knew of their relationship but Director Leon Vance. The Director said as long as the relationship didn't interfere with their jobs, he would have no problem with it.
The only reason no one else new was because Tim wasn't ready to come out to them just yet. Agent Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo would most likely tease him without mercy. He already made numerous gay comments because he liked using woman's moisturizer and had manicures done in his free time. Those comments were part of the reason he never came out when he moved to Virginia and joined NCIS. He had had problems in the past if he told others he was gay.
Agent Ziva David was a different story. Tim had no clue how she would react being a former Mossad officer. She, frankly, scared Tim. He trusted her with his life, sure, but the woman was a trained killer and could most likely kill you with anything. Time even remember she told Tony she could kill him 18 different ways with a paperclip! Tim made sure he didn't do anything to get on her bad side.
"Go to sleep, Tim." Gibbs said sleepily. He pulled Tim tight against him and nuzzled his hair.
"Sorry, Jethro." Tim whispered.
"What's wrong?" Gibbs asks yawning at the end.
"Just…thinking. It's nothing. Go back to sleep. We don't have to be at work for another2 hours." Tim says lacing his fingers with the one Gibbs had on his stomach.
"DiNozzo and Ziva won't mind about us, Tim. I know that's what's on your mind. They are not like the guys from your past." Gibbs says kissing Tim's temple.
Tim turned and faced Gibbs.
"What if they are? I don't want to chance losing more important people in my life, Jethro. My father and mother was enough." Tim says.
Gibbs lay on his back and pulled Tim up until his head was resting on his chest. He carded his hands through Tim's hair tenderly.
"I know you're scared, Tim. But I'll be there with you. If they have a problem with you then they have one with me. And they can't have a problem with me because I'm the boss." Gibbs says softly.
"You won't abandon me?" Tim asks looking up at Gibbs with the face of a open almost hurt expression.
"No." Gibbs says kissing Tim's forehead.
"Maybe we can try to tell them…today?" Tim asks.
"If you want to. It's up to you." Gibbs says.
"I think I want to try." Tim says.
"Then we'll try. You don't have to do this now if you don't want to." Gibbs says but Tim had already fallen asleep. Gibbs smiled and he was too asleep within seconds.
When morning came, Tim and Gibbs got up, showered, had a quick breakfast, and Gibbs went to his own home to check it over. Tim took his German Sheppard out for a walk and then gave him to his neighbor who took care of him while Tim worked. Then he changed and grabbed his keys and wallet and drove to the NCIS building.
A few blocks from the building, a man ran in front of his car. Tim slammed on the breaks and barely missed hitting the man. Being early in the morning, there was no traffic and the shops around him were closed until 10. It was only 7 now.
Tim unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped out of his car.
"Are you alright? Do you need help?" Tim asked looking the man over with his eyes. He was taller than Tim and his tight t-shirt gave a show of hard muscles underneath. His hair was thick and black and his eyes blue.
"I'm…fine. I need to see Agent Gibbs but they won't allow me inside the building. Please, it's important!" The man pleaded.
"He's my boss. Maybe I can help you. I'm Special Agent McGee."
"Then you can help me." The man said his pleading demeanor gone. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Tim. Tim's hands went for his gun but it was currently in his desk in NCIS.
"I can help you but you need to put away that gun. You don't need it." Tim said trying to hide his rising panic.
"Get me inside NCIS or I'll blow your brains out. Get in the car and drive normal." The man said. He went over to the passenger side of Tim's car and opened the door. Tim nodded and they both got into the car at the same time.
The gun was pointed at Tim but the man placed a old magazine from the floor to hide it.
"Drive and get me in the building, Agent McGee." The man said.
Tim could see he had no choice and started his car. They pulled up to be stopped by the man at the gate.
"I need to see ." He said.
Tim laughed nervously.
"You know who I am, Jenkins." Tim said.
"I know but ever since that explosion, it's mandatory for everyone." Jenkins said apologetically. Tim nodded and showed his NCIS badge and I.D.
"I have to see you friends too." Jenkins said. Tim saw in the corner of his eye that the hold tightened under the magazine.
"He forgot his at his home when I picked him up this morning. He's here to help me with a few computer problems." Tim lies. He can see Jenkins might believe it.
"I'll take your word, Tim. See you later." Jenkins says after a moment. Tim nearly sighed in relief.
Tim drove up and parked in his usual spot by the front doors.
"Now, Agent McGee. You're going to lead me to Autopsy and to the body of Petty Officer John Higgins. I f I think you are trying to communicate with anyone, I'll kill you. Once in Autopsy…"
"We don't have anyone in Autopsy at the moment." Tim said interrupting his…what? Kidnapper? Captor? The man threatening him with a gun?
"You will be getting him soon. He has something of mine and I want it back." The man said. Tim decided to call him Blackie because he couldn't think of something better.
"You killed him." Tim said. Blackie smiled.
"I did and I know there is evidence that I'm responsible. The only way to say otherwise is if I can get rid of it before anyone notices." Blackie said.
"I won't help you." Tim said.
"Oh, you will, Agent McGee. Unless you want me to kill you." Blackie says grinning evilly. Tim resisted the urge to gulp.
"Taking me hostage won't help you. There are multiple armed Agents inside." Tim says.
"That's where you come in. Lie to them like the guard in front. I don't care what you do!" Blackie shouts making Tim jump. "Now, get out of the car nice and easy and you may make it out alive."
Tim slowly got out of his car and Blackie came up beside him. He slung his arm around Tim's shoulders and the gun was pointed at his side, hidden from everyone. On the outside, they would look like two close friends as they walked in. No one on the first floor paid much attention to them as they made it to the elevator. They took the elevator to the last floor where Autopsy was. It was still dark meaning Ducky and Palmer had yet to arrive. They entered and Blackie pushed Tim in Ducky's chair.
"Sit there and don't move." Blackie said his tone dark. Tim swallowed hard and nodded.
Blackie looked around Autopsy and found numerous syringes, containers used for bullets and other evidence, scalpels and whatever else Ducky and Palmer used to cut open the bodies. Tim sat stiffly in his chair and watched Blackie closely and the gun that was now tucked against his back. He thought about trying to make a run for it but Blackie would kill him before he'd make it to the doors.
Then, bad luck struck. Palmer got off the elevator and walked in. Blackie pulled his gun and Palmer dropped his stuff and help up his hands fearfully.
"Don't make a sound. Go and stand by Agent McGee." Blackie said menacingly. Palmer nodded and went to stand by Tim. He cautiously dropped his hands and watched the man.
"Three's a crowd. Let him go." Tim says.
"Be. Quiet. Or I will shoot him instead." Blackie said pointing his gun at Palmer. The coroner assistant squeaked in an unmanly matter. Tim closed his mouth.
Blackie kept looking around until he pulled out some bandages Ducky kept down there in case one of them was injured and they came to see him. He threw them and Tim caught them.
"You," Blackie said pointing the gun at Palmer, "Tie the Agent's hands behind his back tight. If they're loose, I'll kill you. Got it? Good."
Palmer did as he was told. Tim winced at the tightness and Palmer apologized. Blackie placed his gun back in his waistband, in front this time, and found some other bandages and tied Palmer the same way. He forced Palmer to sit in the floor beside the chair Tim was in. he looked at them and smiled cruelly. Palmer started to sweat and Tim watched the man before him. Tim was tensed and it became worse when his phone begin going off. Blackie pulled the phone from Tim's pocket.
"Oh, it seems like Agent Gibbs is calling."
"He's calling because…Dr. Mallard is at the…crime scene with him. I was to tell…McGee when he…got here." Palmer said nervously.
"Then let me answer."