Broken Trust Chap 2!

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This is a Tim McGee story with a hint of McGiva.

Ok, no story is complete without a little background. Chapter 2 will give a little background by way of flashbacks.

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Chapter 2: Flashback

NCIS Bull Pen, the morning after Directors Sheppard's and Agent McGee's meeting

Gibbs walked into the bullpen expecting to see agent McGee at his desk as he is always the first one in. When he is nowhere to be found, Gibbs gut starts telling him something is wrong. His gut had been working overtime since yesterday evening but now it was really nagging him. Gibbs had noticed over the past few weeks that his youngest agent had been quietly doing his work as effective and efficiently as ever but in an isolated type of way. It was subtle, nothing big. He had started bringing his lunch, which consisted of a salad and fruit. Everyone noticed he had shed his baby fat and put on more muscle. They all thought it was his new diet so no one paid much attention to this. Gibbs could not quite put his finger on it but something was off. It was driving him crazy that he could not figure out what was going on even though it was happening right here in front of his eyes.

Even though Gibbs, Tony and Ziva were excellent investigators and Abby was very nosy busybody, they continued to underestimate McGee. Tim knew it would be almost impossible for them to make the connection that he was not bringing in his lunch as part of a new healthy diet. It was his excuse to get out of eating lunch with them. McGee always declined when asked if he wanted to order anything stating he had brought his lunch in from home. By the time the designated person had gone out to pick up everyone's lunch and brought it back, McGee had already finished his lunch and departed from the bullpen. He would go sit out in the park and relax for the rest of his lunch hour. If they were all going out to eat lunch, he would decline again stating he had brought his lunch in from home. Of course they would tell him he could save it for tomorrow but he would continue to politely decline until they left without him.

What Gibbs did notice was that if anyone tried to discuss anything other than NCIS business with McGee meaning anything that wasn't connected to a case, he would just give them a very short answer and go back to his cold case. Tony would throw paper at him to try to get him to say something, anything, but he would merely pick the paper up, put it in the trash and go back to his case. Gibbs wanted to say something but what would he say "McGee, I order you talk more about nonsense stuff like Tony does with movies?" Yeah, that would go over big. McGee wasn't doing anything wrong! As a matter of fact, he was always at his desk working. He did not waste government time by sitting around talking about non work topics. It wasn't that he went out of his way to avoid them. He was just more focused on his work and did not pay attention to the nonsense that was going on around him. I should be applauding his work ethic and dedication rather than looking for fault Gibbs thought. There was not a shred of tangible evidence that McGee was anything other than the conscientious agent they knew him to be. So he changed his eating habits to become more fit. Again, he should be applauded for that instead of looked upon suspiciously. But unfortunately, Gibbs gut was not agreeing with his mind. His gut was screaming at him that something just wasn't right and on one particular occasion, Gibbs couldn't take it anymore.

*** Gibbs Flashback ***

"McGee, with me" Gibbs barked.

Tim saved the files he was working on and locked his computer before following Gibbs to the elevator. Once in the elevator and it started to move, Gibbs flipped the emergency switch and stared at McGee with his usual 'tell me everything you know' glare. Tim stared back at Gibbs with a patient look on his face waiting for Gibbs to tell him what he wanted to talk about. Gibbs did not let any emotion show on his face but inside he was totally shocked. Not only was McGee not shaking in his boots but Gibbs was not able to read him. Everyone knew McGee's face was like an open book but not today. This worried Gibbs most of all. When had McGee learned how to hide his emotions like this? What else had he learned how to do without Gibbs knowing about it?

"Something you want to tell me McGee?" Gibbs asked accusingly.

"No boss," McGee stated in a calm voice.

Gibbs was stunned. McGee had just given him a two word answer. There was no stutter, no flinching, no embellishment and no useless prater. Gibbs tried again.

"What's going on McGee?"

"I 'm sorry boss, I don't understand. Are you asking me about one of the cold cases I'm working on?" McGee asked.

Gibbs sighed loudly, "No McGee, I'm not asking you about a case you're working on. I just want to make sure you know if there is anything bothering you, you can confide in me."

"Yes boss, I know that." McGee stated.

"Well, what's bothering you?"Gibbs asked exasperatedly.

"Nothing is bothering me boss." Tim replied calmly.

Gibbs wanted to scream. He was at a loss on how to pursue this conversation. Not only had McGee done nothing wrong but Gibbs had called him into the "punishment elevator" for no apparent reason. Gibbs never did things like this. He was furious at himself but was glaring daggers at McGee. Tim was calmly staring back at Gibbs waiting for him to continue with the conversation. This infuriated Gibbs even more and with a growl he flipped the emergency button and the elevator opened. Gibbs marched out ready to bite the head off of anyone who was stupid enough to get in his way. McGee calmly walked out of the elevator, went back to his desk, unlocked his computer and continued to work as though nothing had happened. Tony and Ziva looked at each other trying to figure what was going on.

"So McGoo, what did the boss want?" Tony asked.

Tim continued to type stating; "Ask boss!"

Now Tony was starting to get upset. Tim had not been rising to the bait when Tony took pot shots at him. He had remained calm and cool and basically just ignored Tony. Of course Dinozzo didn't take this to well and was constantly frustrated when Tim ignored him. He had just stood up and was getting up to go over to Tim's desk to try to physically intimidate him when Gibbs came back in with a new cup of coffee. He looked at McGee who was calmly typing on his computer and then looked at Tony who was standing by his desk with a pissed off look on his face, staring daggers at McGee.

"Problem Dinozzo," he asked Tony quietly but menacingly.

"No boss." Tony answered nervously.

"Are you not in enough trouble already from the breaking and entering and green dye incident?"Gibbs asked starting to raise his voice.

"Yes boss" Tony responded.

"Then leave McGee alone, get back to work and stop goofing off!" he yelled.

Tony immediately scrambled back into his seat not wanting to upset Gibbs anymore than he already was. He glanced over at McGee and saw that he was still calmly typing into his computer. For some reason, this irritated Tony even more. Gibbs was also looking at McGee with a frown on his face.

*** End Flashback ***

Tony was in a bad mood. He had been this way since being put in jail. He blamed the whole thing on McGee. McGee was different. Tony had noticed changes in McGee that did not sit well with him. In fact, that was the reason Tony had gone to McGee's apartment. McGee didn't respond to his taunts anymore. Tony still continued to mispronounce McGee's name but when he did, McGee just wouldn't answer him. This upset Tony greatly since there was nothing he could do about it. Technically, McGee had every right not to respond to a name being called that was not his. McGee wouldn't even respond to the name Probie anymore. Tony had asked him why and he told Tony when used correctly, it was a term of affection that older agents used with their younger agents. But when used by Tony, it was used as a put down or as a way to infer incompetence. He also told Tony it didn't apply to him anymore since he hadn't been a probational agent for years. He told Tony if he wanted to call someone Probie, it should be Ziva. Both McGee and Tony knew there was no way he was going to call Ziva Probie. She would kill him. Tony also found out he wasn't able to prank McGee anymore. Just about all of Tony's pranks relied on McGee's trusting nature. Since McGee no longer had any trust in Dinozzo, it was impossible for Tony to trick him into falling for his pranks. As a matter of fact, Tony had learned the hard way just how much McGee didn't trust him anymore.

***Dinozzo's Flashback***

Gibbs looked up from his computer at his tired group of agents. They had been working nonstop to solve their present case and he could see they were exhausted. Gibbs stood up and shouted: "Go home; we're not going to get anything more accomplished tonight."

The tired agents started saving their work and powering down their workstations. As McGee went to pick up his back pack, he was stopped by Ziva calling his name.

"McGee?"

Yes Ziva," Tim answered.

"Could you give me a ride home please? I had to put my car in the repair shop earlier today."

"Of course I'll give you a ride home Ziva," Tim said smiling at her. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I am ready. And to thank you I will fix you dinner." she said smiling back at Tim.

"Aw Ziva, you don't have to go through any trouble for me. You don't live far from me anyway so it's not like I'm going out of my way or anything." Tim stated.

"It is ok McGee, I like to cook and I want to cook for you, yes?" Ziva asked/stated.

"Ok Ziva, I would very much enjoy it if you would cook for me," McGee relented.

Ziva got a big smile on her face as she and McGee left the office.

Tony had been following their conversation with a smirk on his face. This was perfect. Well it wasn't perfect that Ziva and McGee were having dinner together and hadn't even thought to invite him but it was perfect that McGee wouldn't be home. Tony thought of a nasty little prank or two he could play on McGee to put him back in his place. Tony thought McGee had started getting a little to full of himself lately. So what if he seemed to have a knack for finding clues others had missed which led to him closing more cold cases than everyone else. That didn't make him James Bond. It just made him lucky. And how dare he think he could just ignore me? I'm the senior field agent on this team. I'm the second in command. I'm very special agent Anthony Dinozzo and it's time for Probie to realize that he still just a Probie and at the bottom of the food chain. Tony turned to pick up his backpack and saw Gibbs had been watching him. Tony got nervous at the way Gibbs was looking at him as though he could read his thoughts and knew what he was planning. Tony was panicking and thought he had better come up with a way to deflect his boss's intense gaze.

"So what are your doing tonight boss," Tony asked Gibbs.

"Dinner with Fornell and Emily," Gibbs replied.

"Sounds like a fun evening. How is Emily doing?" Tony asked.

"Sprouting up like a weed," Gibbs answered. "There's room for one more" Gibbs suggested.

"I would love to boss but I have this pretty little brunette waiting for me and a gentleman can't keep a lady waiting," Dinozzo said while smiling.

"All right Tony, but don't overdo it. I need you back here fresh in the morning." Gibbs warned.

"Will do Boss. I'll see you bright and early in the morning with my game face on." Tony replied with a smle.

After Dinozzo left, Gibbs continued to look at the elevator. Gibbs gut was telling him that Dinozzo was up to something. Gibbs shook it off thinking that he maybe a little more tired than he thought he was. Gibbs started securing his area so he could get over to the Fornells.

Tony arrived at McGee's apartment after making a stop to get the items he would need. He sat the bags down and pulled out his lock picking tools. He was into the apartment quickly and switching on the light looked around at McGee's apartment. It wasn't big or spacious but McGee kept it tidy and clean and it had a refreshing homey feel to it. Tony's apartment was a typical bachelor's pad. It was big and spacious and Tony had a housekeeper who came in to keep it clean but there was no homey feel to it. Tony shook himself to stop day dreaming and to get to work. Tony thought he would start with the bucket of water over the front door bit. Only Tony didn't think plain water was funny enough so he had gotten some green dye to put in the water. Tony thought since McGee was Irish, he would turn him into a leprechaun. Just thinking about his Probie coming into work looking like the jolly green giant had Tony chuckling. After Tony got that set up, he was just heading to McGee's bedroom to sabotage his shower with the same green dye when he heard the door open and the bucket of green water splash. He started to turn, reaching for his gun when he heard;

"Police, Freeze!"

Tony froze.

"Put your hands in the air and slowly walk backwards." The officer commanded.

Tony complied while stating; "It's all right officers! I'm a federal agent and this is my partner's apartment."

The officer who had gone in first and got the water dumped on him stated in an angry voice; "You have the right to remain quiet so why don't you exercise that right.

Once Tony was close enough, one officer holstered his gun and put the handcuffs on Tony while the other officer stood a couple of feet away with his gun still trained on Tony. Once he was in cuffs, he was frisked.

"GUN!"

The officer frisking Tony shouted this to his partner while holding the gun up. After being thoroughly frisked, the officers placed Tony's gun, knife, lock picking tools, wallet, keys and badge on the table. They carefully placed all his belongings in an evidence bag, picked up the bags Tony had brought in with him and took Tony down to the station for booking. Tony was still trying to talk his way out of it.

"Come on fellas, you see my badge, you know I'm a federal agent, can't we chalk this one up as a huge misunderstanding?"

The cop who had gotten the water dumped on him was not in a good mood and said sarcastically;

"Yeah, since there's no such thing as dirty feds, we'll just give you your gun and knife back and let you continue to break into people's apartments".

"But I told you, this is my partner's apartment." Tony said getting frustrated.

"Well, I didn't see your partner. What I did see was a Perp, who just happens to be a fed, snooping around in an apartment that was not his." The officer stated

"No, it's not like that" Tony said. "We play tricks on each other all the time and that's all I was doing."

"Oh, is that why I'm covered in green dye? This is the sort of prank you were going to play on your partner? It doesn't feel like a prank to me, what about you Ed?" Frank asked his partner.

"Looks like a malicious act to me Frank, something I would do to an enemy." Ed replied.

"No, really, we do this type of thing to each other all the time." Tony said.

"So, you're saying your partner has done something like this to you before?" Frank asked.

"Well, no he hasn't" Tony said dejectedly.

"So, your partner has broken into your apartment without your permission before?" Ed asked.

"Well no, not exactly" Tony stated.

"Ok, give me an example of the type of prank your partner has played on you?" Frank asked.

Tony was stumped. McGee never played pranks on anyone.

"Well McGee doesn't exactly play pranks on me but he accepts it when I play pranks on him. It's kind of our thing." Tony stated lamely.

"Yeah, I figured it was something like that. Well, let me tell you what I know." Frank began. "First and foremost, what you call pranks is actually a form of bullying. This crime you just committed, oh yes, this is a crime, was premeditated. You don't have a key to his place because people tend to give keys to their homes to people whom they trust. You came to his apartment, with lock picking tools, for the sole purpose of breaking into his home without his permission. You brought two bags of items with you to play your so called prank. And finally, friends usually don't let friends just drop by while they are not home without giving them the code to turn off the alarm system." Frank finished.

Tony looked up quickly at the officer when he made the last statement, 'alarm system' he thought? 'When had Probie gotten an alarm system installed and why hadn't he told me he had one.' Tony had been wondering how the two officers had just suddenly arrived at McGee's apartment while he was there and now he knew. 'That secretive bastard had set him up.' It did not occur to Tony that there was no reason for McGee to inform him that he had an alarm system since there was no reason for Tony to be at McGee's apartment without McGee there. Tony remained quiet for the rest of ride down to the station and throughout the booking process. Tony did not ask for a phone call but then again one was not needed. The desk sergeant knew who he was. Sergeant William Randall had bumped heads with Gibbs team before. The only one on that team he could tolerate was agent McGee. Sergeant Randall knew he could call Gibbs and maybe keep this thing under wraps but that egotistical jarhead had never missed a chance to try and belittle his officers. No, this call was going straight to the top. Sergeant Randall pulled out the NCIS card he had been given by the director and flipped it over to the cell number the director had personally wrote on it.

"Director Sheppard, this is Sergeant Randall down at the forty third precinct." He announced.

"Hello Sergeant Randall, how are things down there where the real police work gets done?" Jenny responded.

"Well, I appreciate that director and things are fine but I've got a little situation here that I know you would want to keep under wraps." Sergeant Randall advised her.

"What have you got for me Sergeant?" Jenny asked pleasantly.

"I have one of your agents, Anthony Dinozzo, down here in lock up." He told her.

Jenny put her head down and took a big breath. She brought the phone back up to her ear and in a soft voice laced with steel, she asked.

"What the hell did my idiot agent do now Sergeant?" Jenny asked.

Sergeant Randall smiled when he heard her voice. He could read people really well and right now, the directors soft voice didn't fool him for a minute. He knew she was mad as hell and was just barely keeping control of her temper.

"Breaking and Entering, vandalism and assault on one of my officers," he replied. "We received a silent alarm and two of my officers responded to the call. When they arrived at the apartment, they apprehended agent Dinozzo in the apartment. When entering the apartment, one of my officers got a bucket of green dyed water dumped on him. Once my officers had agent Dinozzo in cuffs, they frisked him and found a set of lock picking tools on him. They also found two bags of items that he had brought with him with all sorts of things in them for making someone's life miserable, including a couple of bottles of green dye. Agent Dinozzo was adamant that this was his partner's apartment and they pulled pranks on each other all the time. My officers did not buy it and neither do I director and I'll tell you why. After speaking with agent Dinozzo, my officers ascertained that agent Dinozzo answers and actions showed all the signs of bullying. He stated he and his partner played pranks on each other all the time but could not give one instance where his partner had played a prank on him. His response to that was it was their thing. That he plays the pranks and his partner just accepts it. We also have proof that this so called prank was malicious. The green dye that agent Dinozzo used is not water based. It cannot be washed off with just soap and water. Agents Dinozzo's intent was to make sure his partner had to go to work and everywhere else dyed green. My officer will be going to professionals to get the dye removed from his skin and NCIS will be getting the bill. Finally, agent Dinozzo didn't know about the alarm system. I'm sure you are aware director that because partners have each other lives in their hands; they tend to become very close. They tell each other things that they won't even tell their own spouse. If these partners were close, I have no doubt agent Dinozzo would have been told about the alarm system. As I said director, agent shows all the classic signs of bullying." Sergeant Randall finished.

*** End Flashback ***

Ziva was smiling and humming at her computer. She was still flying high from her evening with Tim. The two of them had been secretly dating for a while and had done a good job of keeping it hidden. She wanted to be with Tim all the time but between Gibbs, Tony and Abby, they knew it was best to keep it a secret. Dinozzo's latest breaking and entering stunt confirmed that they stay prudent and keep their romance secret. Over the last several weeks, Ziva has had a difficult time not laughing at Gibbs and Dinozzo as they tried to figure out McGee. They didn't know how to approach this new McGee. Tim wasn't really new but he did not tolerate the office nonsense anymore. He did his job well and did not let Tony annoy him anymore. What was funny was by not letting Tony annoy him, this was annoying Tony. But still, she wished she and Tim did not have to put on this charade. Ziva hated this because she wanted the world to know that this wonderful man was hers. Ziva started day dreaming as she thought back to her evening with Tim

*** Ziva's Flashback ***

Gibbs looked up from his computer at his tired group of agents. They had been working nonstop to solve their present case and he could see they were exhausted. Gibbs stood up and shouted:

"Go home; we're not going to get anything more accomplished tonight".

The tired agents started saving their work and powering down their workstations. As McGee went to pick up his back pack, he was stopped by Ziva calling his name.

"McGee?"

Yes Ziva," Tim answered?

"Could you give me a ride home please? I had to put my car in the repair shop earlier today."

"Of course, I'll give you a ride home Ziva," Tim said smiling at her. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I am ready. And to thank you I will fix you dinner," she said smiling back at Tim.

"Aw Ziva, you don't have to go through any trouble for me. You don't live far from me anyway so it's not like I'm going out of my way or anything." Tim stated.

"It is ok McGee, I like to cook and I want to cook for you, yes?" Ziva asked/stated.

"Ok Ziva, I would very much enjoy it if you would cook for me." McGee relented.

Ziva got a big smile on her face as she and McGee left the office.

Once the elevator doors shut, Tim walked across the elevator to Ziva, took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Ziva moaned. She had been looking forward to this all day. She could not get enough of Tim's kisses. Just before the elevator doors opened, Tim released her and walked back across the elevator and stood there like nothing had happened. As the doors opened, Abby was standing there.

"Oh good, McGee, I was just coming up to get you. I scored some tickets to a new rock band tonight and I need you to take me. I can just ride home with you and that way we save time." Abby stated

Ziva was trying to keep control of her temper. How dare Abby assume she could just command McGee's time out of the blue like that? Ziva just wanted to strangle Abby and be done with it. She also wanted to tell Abby that Tim was not going anywhere with her because he was her man and she didn't share. What she heard next was just what she needed to hear to reign in her temper.

"I'm sorry Abby but I can't go with you. I already have plans for tonight." Tim stated politely.

"Oh, come on McGee, you know you're just going to go home and type on that old typewriter. Now come on, let's go so that we're not late." Abby commanded.

"No Abby, I really do have plans tonight so I can't go with you." Tim replied kindly.

"Ok Timmy, so what are these so called plans you have that are so important that you can't take me to see this band tonight?" Abby asked snidely?"

Abby's last statement made McGee very angry. Not only was she talking to him as though he was a child but she was trying to run roughshod over him and his plans like she had done in the past. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo that this was a totally different McGee than before.

"Abby, listen to me carefully because I'm going to say this once and then this conversation is over. I'm a grown man so I don't need to justify myself to you. If I say I can't go with you, guess what, that means I can't go with you. If I say I have other plans, that's just what that means, I have other plans. I don't need to explain those plans to you or anyone else. I don't need your permission or approval to carry out those plans. The bottom line is this; I'm not going anywhere with you tonight so you need to call one of your idiot Goth boyfriends and see if they can escort you tonight. Good night Abby. Ziva, shall we go?" Tim finished.

Ziva had a huge smile on her face as she interlaced her arm through his and said,

"Yes McGee, let us go."

They left a shocked Abby standing by the elevator with her mouth open wondering what the hell had just happened.

The ride to Ziva's was short and quiet. The car was filled with sexual tension. McGee just wanted to pull the car over to the side of the road and attack Ziva while Ziva was cursing the fact that Tim was driving so she couldn't just throw herself onto his lap like she wanted to do. Once they arrived at Ziva's, Tim got out of the car and came around to help Ziva out of her seat. As soon as she was out and the door was closed, he pressed her up against the car and crushed his lips to hers. Ziva met him half way and was giving just as good as she got. After 10 minutes of making out, a little reasoning surfaced in Ziva's brain and she tore her mouth away from his.

"You know, I have a perfectly good bed upstairs," Ziva said breathlessly.

Ziva was having trouble putting coherent thoughts together as Tim started nibbling on her neck. She bit back a moan as Tim started sucking on a particularly part of Ziva's neck which he knew was one of her erotic zones. She had just reached her breaking point and was willing to let Tim do whatever he wanted to do to her where ever he wanted to do it when Tim finally lifted his mouth from her neck and said,

"Then let's hurry and get up there."

Hand in hand, they headed to Ziva's apartment building. They took the elevator up to her floor and finally they were in her apartment. They didn't make it to the bedroom until much much later.

*** End Flashback ***

*****Next Chapter, Deputy Director Leon Vance. It's about to hit the fan!*****