Rating: M

Catergory: NCIS

Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Timothy McGee

Pairings: Tim/Tony

Spoilers: Love and War

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just like to play with them.

(Author's note: First of all, I'm excited to tell you that this past weekend, I started a new LiveJournal community! Being Tony DiNozzo is a community dedicated to exploring our favorite NCIS (very) Special Agent as a fully formed, multi-faceted character. A place for Tony-centric discussion, fan fiction and fan art.

I only just started it, so there's not much going on there yet. But my hope is that it will become an active community where friendships will be formed, stories will be shared, and creativity will be supported. A place to share our mutual affection for Tony with enthusiasm! Since I can't post links here, I'll let you know that the user ID for the community is: beingtonyd

I hope to see you there!

With that bit of news out of the way, I want to thank everyone who has read and reviewed this story. It was my first (but definitely not my last) foray into writing McNozzo, and I truly appreciate the support!

And an extra special thank you to nightchild78 for her continued encouragement, support and inspiration!)

Epilogue

Tony sat up in bed, trying yet again to blow his nose. The futile effort triggered something in his throat, and he could have sworn he was hacking up a lung. If he didn't know better, he'd say he had the plague again. But no. It was just a cold. A miserable cold. Shivering, he laid back down, pulling the blankets tightly around his body, when he heard Tim let himself in. He was too tired, and his throat too sore to greet his lover. So he simply waited until the younger man entered, sitting beside him on the bed.

"Hey there. Feeling any better?" Tim asked, lovingly petting Tony's head.

"Mm...Not really," Tony groaned. "But I'm glad you're here," he added, smiling up weakly at Tim through half lidded green eyes, his red nose glistening with a bit of snot.

Grabbing a tissue, Tim lightly dabbed at Tony's nose. "Anything I can get for you?"

Tony propped himself up onto his elbows. "Maybe some chamomile tea?"

"Sure thing," Tim said, standing. "You want honey in that tea?"

Tony groaned again. "Thanks, but I'll pass. You see what happens to me when honey is involved."

"Uh, Tony, I'm pretty sure it was the ice that made you sick, not the honey," Tim chuckled.

"Guilty by association."

"You loved every minute of it, and you know it," Tim smirked, kissing Tony on the forehead.

"Yeah," Tony admitted, smiling and closing his eyes as he lay back down. "I did."

Minutes later, Tony heard the click of a tea cup hitting his nightstand.

"Thanks, Tim." Tony sat up, took a sip of the soothing beverage, and laid his head back on the pillow.

Climbing into bed behind Tony, Tim wrapped his arms around the older man, who was burning up, yet shivering in his arms.

"You shouldn't get too close," Tony warned, leaning back into Tim's chest. "You might get sick too."

Squeezing Tony close to his body, Tim placed a kiss upon his neck. "I'll take my chances."