Title: Under Cover Lovers

Author: Ashley

Fandom: NCIS

Rating: M (Please note the changed rating)

Ship: Gibbs/Tony Abby/Ziva

Summary: When Gibbs and Tony are abducted while undercover by a deranged killer that forces his victims to sleep together, will they be able to survive the challenges after they are rescued?

Warnings: Slash, violence

Authors note: I've had this on my mind for a while… I can't believe I am finally getting it posted! Please read and review and let me know if I should continue!

I slammed my forehead down onto the cold steel table in front of me, the signal from Tony's GPS device was still weak. "Abby?"

"Ziva, go back to sleep. There isn't anything left for you to do." I felt warm hands on my shoulders, and cool lips at my neck.

"I can not sleep without you."

"You are worried about them, aren't you?" I could feel a nod against the back of my head.

The alarm clock on my desk beeped and I cringed violently. It was day three of Gibbs and Tony's captivity. I shook my head and tried to fight back tears. I was confidant that we would find them before they were seriously hurt, or Tony was raped. But if they hadn't talked about their feelings yet, and Tony slept with Gibbs (or vice versa) just to save their lives, it would be so much harder for them to let go of the other when we got them out.

"Penny for you thoughts love?"

"I was just thinking… Tony and Gibbs… It is going to be so hard for them to go about their normal lives after this. I refuse to think about what might happen to Tony, but I know how he feels about Gibbs, and if Gibbs insists on being stubborn than Tony is going to end up an emotional train wreck." Ziva shook her head and pulled me tighter to him.

POV Change

"I love you Tony," I whispered gently as my watch beeped. It was the morning of third day… I knew what was coming, and was grateful that Tony was still asleep. "I love you so much." I was so worried about what would happen when and if we did get out.

"Wake him up." The metal door across the room from us slammed into the wall, and Tony whimpered in his sleep, and clutched at my chest tighter.

"No, he's tired. He hasn't slept well, can't I let him sleep for a little longer?" I pleaded, wrapping my arms around Tony protectively, and shifting him so he was behind me slightly. The man pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans.

"Wake. Him. Up." I shook my head, and the man stormed into the room. He punched me in the jaw, and knocked me off Tony. He threw a small bottle of water on top of me, and made his way toward Tony. I hauled myself up, groaning at the pain in my jaw. I froze as the man pressed his gun to Tony's head.

"Lay there, like a good Marine, or I will shoot him right now." I dropped back down to my knees, helpless as the man hauled off and slapped Tony across the face. He jerked up and his eyes immediately sought me out.

"Jethro?"

"Just do what he says baby boy," The man chuckled, and he pulled a knife out of his boot. Tony cringed back, and my heart dropped.

"Don't look so scared, faggot, I'm just making you more comfortable." The man sliced Tony's boxers on each side, and pulled them off like the rip away pants that male strippers wear. I cringed at the helpless look on Tony's face as he was exposed. "Now, I've been nice and given you a bottle of water to share with your boyfriend. You have fifteen minutes to drink it, and then I want you to fuck him." The last part of his short little speech was directed toward Tony, and I could see him visibly pale. The man stormed out and Tony crawled over to me.

"I don't want…" I pressed a finger to his lips, and handed him the water.

"Drink, Tony. It'll be fine." Tony nodded and gulped down half the water in a few gulps. He offered me the water and I shook my head. "We are going to need it…" Tony looked at me questioningly. "He didn't give us any lube Tone," I wrapped my arms around Tony tightly. "It's been a while for me…"

"Me too…" Tony whispered. "Are you sure?" I nodded and pulled Tony closer to me.

Tony pressed me back against the mattress, and pressed a timid kiss to my lips. "It's okay Tony, just let go." Tony nodded and kissed his way down my neck. I could see him get more comfortable as he went, and I felt like I was in heaven. This was what I had dreamed about for years, and it felt better than I had ever imagined. Tony looked up at me questioningly, running his hands down my sides. I grabbed his chin and pulled him up for a slow kiss. I closed my eyes, and tried to detach myself, tried to make myself believe that Tony and I were at my house, in my bed, and that we weren't being forced to make love for the first time.

It almost worked, almost. I could feel Tony's erection through my boxers, and I hooked my fingers around the waist band of my boxers and slipped them off with a little help from Tony. It felt like my nerve endings exploded, the feeling of skin on skin almost unbearable as I clutched Tony's naked body closer to mine. "Tony," I moaned, arching my back as his teeth scraped my collar bone.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, his fingers traveling down my sides to caress my thighs.

"You," I whispered, "I need you."

"Your fifteen minutes is up," The familiar voice called over a crackly loud speaker. Tony winced, and I could tell he had been imagining us somewhere else as well. I grabbed the water from beside me and handed it to Tony.

"I'm okay, really." Tony nodded and instead of opening the bottle he stuck his fingers in his mouth, and moved them around. The sight was incredibly erotic, and I was distracted when he pressed one finger into my entrance.

"No, none of that." Tony slammed his forehead down onto my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around him.

"Its okay Tony," Tony looked up at me and pressed another kiss against my lips, and I lifted my legs up slightly, to give him easier access.

"Are you sure Boss?" I shook my head, I should have know this would transfer over into our love life. Tony still saw me as his boss, even in a more intimate setting.

"Yeah DiNozzo, I'm sure, just do it already before you get us killed." I commanded gruffly, and grabbed his hips, doing my best to take control in my position, hoping it made him more comfortable. He thrust his hips forward, forcing himself into me, and a burning pain ripped through my lower body. I had to pull Tony down and bite down on the smooth muscle of his shoulder to keep from crying out. He didn't move, he just wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tenderly against him.

"Jethro, I'm sorry," he whispered, running his thumb along my cheek. I knew how much self control it was taking him to hold perfectly still, so, biting down on my lower lip, I moved my hands down to his hips and gave them a gentle squeeze. "You sure?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and gently pulled his hips toward me. Tony started moving his hips slowly, I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling his hips closer into mine and placing my hands back on his shoulders.

The pain started to slowly fade away, as Tony's movements became steady. I shifted my hips so that he was hitting my 'spot' and moaned deeply as he placed gentle kisses all over my neck, and slowly massaged my hips.

"Fuck Jethro," Tony's head fell against my shoulder and his hands tightened on my hips. I grasped his shoulders tightly, and arched my hips up urging him to keep going. "I'm sorry," he whispered, and I could feel his tears on my shoulders.

"Shh, Tony, its alright baby." Tony froze and shuddered, and my name fell from his lips. He came hard, and collapsed onto my chest, still sobbing gently.

POV Change

"I think we all need to go home and go to sleep," I muttered. It was nearing midnight, and Tony and Jethro had been missing for three days now. Nobody from MCRT had gone home, and Abby and Ducky hadn't either. Although Ducky had managed to catch a few hours of sleep on the futon in Abby's office. Ziva had yet to close her eyes, and Abby was only sleeping for thirty to forty minutes every twelve or so hours. McGee was currently asleep with his face down next to his keyboard.

"I don't think so Director. None of us are leaving here unless its to go get Gibbs and Tony." Abby hissed at me, her fingers flying across her keyboard, while Ziva stood beside her chair, staring hard at Abby's computer screen. Her lips moved soundlessly as she reviewed key aspects of the case, committing them to memory.

"I think I will try and sleep now, yes?" Ziva looked at me while she spoke, finally turning away from the computer screen. I nodded eagerly as she looked like she was going to fall over. She pressed a soft kiss to Abby's lips, grabbed her gun and disappeared into the office, shutting the door behind her.

"Do you think she will really sleep?" Abby asked me, as she got up from her chair and grabbed a blanket out of the large duffel bag in the corner and threw it over McGee.

"No, but she may be able to rest for a few minutes. You may as well try and get some sleep too you know, she might actually sleep a little bit if she has you in her arms." I finished, sitting down on her counter heavily and rubbing my eyes.

Abby turned back to her computer and let out such a quick gasp that I dropped my coffee.

"McGee! Ziva! Wake up!" Ziva ran from the office, her hair down and her gun clutched in her hand, and McGee's head shot up from the table.

"What is it Abby?" I asked her, sidestepping the spilled coffee and walking to her side.

"The signal from Tony's GPS just came back online! He's six miles from here!"

"Gear up and let's go," I told them, reaching into my ready bag and pulling out my own department issue Glock, two knives, and my ankle holster.

Ziva was geared up and ready to go before I could slip my knives into my belt and boot. McGee was finished as well.

We rushed toward the door, "Abby call DCPD, Swat, and Fornell and give them the address tell them to meet us there in eight minutes, but approach cautiously. Let them know that we have two agents on the inside, but we have no idea what condition they are in. I want a SILENT approach!"

"Bring them home Director."

"Don't worry, I intend to."