Hi! Update time! This chapter include a bit of case fic, from the first chapter. Please let me know what you think.


In Dreams Chapter 7

Oh, hell no!

Gibbs looked up as the basement door slammed against the wall and an enraged Tony came down the steps two at a time. He should have looked ridiculous charging down the stairs, his hair standing on end and his pants wet, but he didn't. He just looked angry.

"You don't get to run away from this one, Gibbs," Tony declared, coming to stand next to Gibbs. "Just because something happened you don't like you don't get to hide down here with your boat and your bad attitude."

Gibbs raised a brow. "I don't?"

"Hell, no, you don't," Tony agreed, nodding.

"Tony…"

"You didn't hurt me, Gibbs," Tony explained, placing a hand on Gibbs' shoulder.

He shrugged off the touch. "Thing is, Tony, it wouldn't have matter to me if I had." Gibbs voice was tight, the hold on the rag in his hands strangling. "I've never…I've never lost control like that before, Tony. Not with anyone." His eyes skitted to Tony's then veered away. "I didn't like it."

"Did I?"

Gibbs shook his head. "No, you asked me to stop and I didn't."

Tony also shook his head. "No, not me me," he said, tapping a finger on his chest. "The other me. Where you were, in your head," the finger tapped Gibbs's forehead. "With the other me. Did I enjoy it?"

Gibbs closed his eyes trying to re-capture what was happening in his mind at the time. He saw Tony—Anthony—smiling, teasing, crawling away from him…

...along the furs in front of the fire, the light casting a golden glow across his skin. A flash of white broke the spell as Anthony smiled, teasing him, staying just out of his reach until he grasped the nearest ankle and pulled him close. He moved between his Centurions' legs, hardness meeting hardness and he groaned and shook…

…his head to stop the memory. "Yes," he was forced to say. "Yes, that Anthony…yes, he enjoyed it." He shook his head again, moving away from Tony. "That doesn't change the fact that I practically raped you, Tony."

"I could have stopped you, Gibbs," Tony said.

"Doubtful."

A dry laugh. "I know you've got super snazzy Marine skills, and I'm just a dumb cop, but I could have stopped you." Tony moved closer, following Gibbs until he was backed up to his work bench. "Hate to break it to you, Gunny, but I've got twelve years and twenty pounds on you. You're not unbeatable."

"Really?" Gibbs' voice reeked of skepticism.

"Really."

Quick as lightening, Gibbs found himself pressed against the boat, hands locked behind him. Tony had one arm along his chest near his throat and one leg hitched up, knee pressed hard against his balls. Gibbs shifted a bit, finding the arm at his throat hardening and the knee in his crotch lifting, pressure building in both places. He turned his eyes to Tony's, seeing the deep green orbs lit with fire and challenge.

"And if these dreams are to be believed, General," Tony continued, voice soft but steely. "I was a soldier of Rome. Sworn to fight in the name of my Emperor."

Tony's mouth moved closer to Gibbs ear, the moist breath causing the older man to harden despite the pressure of Tony's knee. He swallowed as Tony's tongue traced his ear before continuing.

"I fought in the field. Fighting the enemy with my body and my sword, while generals grew fat and lazy in their warm tents." Tony finished his words by taking Gibbs mouth with a hot hard kiss. Tony slipped his leg down and removed his arm from Gibbs chest, moving it up to cradle Gibbs' face as he broke his mouth free. "You didn't hurt me," he proclaimed again.

Gibbs nodded. "Okay, if I didn't hurt you," he conceded, but cocked an eyebrow at Tony anyway. "Why did you want me to stop?"

Before Tony could answer, a phone rang. Tony moved away as Gibbs dug into his pocket and pulled out his cell. "Yeah, Gibbs."

"Hey, Boss," McGee's voice called over the air.

"What's up, McGee?" He watched as Tony turned back to him.

"I was helping Abby with some fingerprints from the case where you got shot and we found something hinky," McGee explained, not really explaining.

His hand went unconsciously to the healing wound on his neck. "What's that, McGee?"

"Abby ran the prints from the cabin, and found one set that didn't match the victims. The prints from the cabin with the victims did not match the guy who shot you, the guy Tony killed."

Gibbs blinked. Two shooters? "Do you know who they belong to?"

"Yeah, a petty officer who's been UA from his ship for four days."

Gibbs grunted. "Good work, McGee. We'll be right in."

Tony's eyes widened at the pronoun, knowing McGee would catch it.

"We, Boss?"

Tony stifled a laugh at Gibbs obvious discomfort. McGee had caught it, all right. "I'll call DiNozzo and get him there. You call Ziva. We'll be there in twenty." He snapped the phone shut before McGee could respond. "Seems the dirt bag you shot wasn't the shooter of the Marine family," Gibbs said.

"We know who it was?"

Gibbs nodded. "McGee will fill us in when we get to the Navy Yard." He started up the stairs, then turned, stopping Tony's own progress. "Why did you want me to stop, Tony?"

"Don't we have a case, Boss?" Tony hedged.

"We have time."

"Gibbs…"

"You're the one who wanted to talk this out, Tony," Gibbs reminded him. "You know what they say. Be careful what you wish for…"

"You just might get it," Tony finished. He looked up at Gibbs, noting the blue eyes were shuttered and closed—Gibbs at his most unreadable. And his most demanding. "I don't know, Gibbs. I just freaked a bit." Gibbs raised a brow. "Can we talk about it later?" He lifted a tentative hand and placed it on Gibbs' chest, fingers feeling Gibbs' heart beat, the rise and fall of breaths.

Gibbs lifted his own hand, covering Tony's as it lay on his chest. "I'm sorry if I scared you."

"It wasn't that…"

The phone rang again, interrupting Tony. Gibbs growled as he flipped it open. "Yeah, Gibbs."

"Oh, Boss, sorry," McGee voice called through the phone. "I dialed you by mistake."

Gibbs flipped the phone closed. He wanted to pursue this with Tony, but the second call from McGee reminded him of priorities. "Let's go."

xxx

Abby was upstairs with McGee when Tony and Gibbs arrived. "What do you got, Abs?" he asked, handing the forensic scientist the large Caf-Pow he carried.

"This is Petty Officer Gil Chambers," Abby said, nodding to picture of the sailor on the plasma screen. "His prints were found in the cabin with our victims, not his." Abby clicked the remote and a new picture was added to the screen. "This is Jim Chambers, the brother of our petty officer, who shot you, Bossman, and courtesy of Tony, now resides downstairs in Ducky's morgue."

"What's Petty Officer Gil Chambers' connection to our victims?" Tony asked. He kept his gaze away from the dead man—not out of guilt for killing him, but to keep his anger in check. Jim Chambers had almost killed Gibbs and Tony was still seething about that.

"Seems one of our victims, Jennifer McPherson, used to date Petty Officer Chambers before marrying our other victim, Sergeant McPherson," McGee explained.

"So Chambers is still out there, possibly still a thread to Jennifer McPherson," Gibbs said. "Tony…"

"Calling the MP's on Quantico to go over to McPherson's house on base and put her under guard," Tony replied, sitting down at his desk and dialing his phone.

"McGee…"

"Already put out a BOLO on Chambers' car. Ziva's getting the warrant for his mother's house, his only address off ship," McGee said. "I'm working on his phone records now."

"Abby…"

"I'll work with McGee on both Chambers' cells and see if anything comes up," she said, turning toward the elevator again. She paused, watching Tony as he finished his call and came over to Gibbs standing at the plasma. "Wow, Tony…did the walk of shame again this morning, huh?" she asked.

Gibbs turned to watch Tony's ears redden. "Walk of shame?"

"That's when you leave a house that's not your own, wearing the same clothes as you did the day before," Abby explained. She peered a bit closer. "And you have a hickey!"

Tony slapped away Abby's hand coming at him. "Got the MP's at the house, Boss," Tony said. "Mrs. McPherson is safely tucked away on base."

"Got the warrant," Ziva said, coming up the stairs with a paper in her hand.

"Then let's go," Gibbs ordered.

Tony opened his drawer for his weapon…and found it empty. "Boss."

Gibbs paused at Tony's desk. "You're still on IA leave, Tony," he said.

"Gibbs, come on!" Tony protested.

"Stay and work with Abby on the cell records," Gibbs said. He nodded to Ziva and McGee to proceed without him. "I can't have you come, Tony."

"I know, I just." Tony swallowed. "I hate not being on your six, Gibbs." He walked him over to the elevator. "You'll be careful?"

"I'll be careful," Gibbs said as stepped inside, smiling at Tony just before the doors closed. "You have my word, Centurion."

xxxx

"What ya got, Abs?" Tony said, entering the forensics lab.

"More hinkyness, Tony," she said, a puzzled expression on her face. "I checked the cell records of both Gil and Jim Chambers. As we suspected, lots of calls, well, mostly texts as he was at sea. There were also calls from Gil Chambers to his ex-girlfriend, Jennifer McPherson, again, as we suspected."

"So what's hinky?"

"The calls between Jennifer McPherson to Jim Chambers."

"Wait wait wait," Tony said. "Our victim's wife and the dead dirt bag brother?"

"Yep." Abby pointed at the numbers on the computer screen above her. "About ten calls on the day of the murder itself."

"So, our victim's wife was in on it with, who? The ex-boyfriend's brother?" Tony was confused. "Why?"

"I found that out, too," Abby said, clicking more keys. "The old stand-by, Tony," she proclaimed. "Life insurance."

Tony looked at the screen, eyes widening at the amount of life insurance Sergeant McPherson had, all of it headed to his wife. "Double Indemnity," he whispered. "Fred MacMurry, Barbara Stanwick, Edward G. Robinson, 1944, directed by Billy Wilder." At Abby's blank look, Tony explains. "A woman gets a guy at an insurance company to kill her husband for the money."

"So, our girl, Jennifer MacPherson, got Petty Officer Chambers' to kill her husband?" Abby asked.

"Yes, but he wasn't the end result," Tony said. "Since Jim Chambers was waiting with a gun when I killed him, he must have been there to kill his brother, therefore getting both the girl and the money."

"Boy, that's bent," Abby said. "But something went wrong, Jim Chambers couldn't or wouldn't kill his brother and you ended up shooting him."

"Yep." He paused as his phone rang, fighting to hide the smile at the name on the caller ID. "Yeah Boss?"

"I need you to drive the truck here, DiNozzo," Gibbs said.

"You found Chambers?"

"Oh, yeah. He's dead."

xxxx

Tony jogged up to Gibbs as he stood outside Chambers' mother's house. "Got a theory, Boss," he said, explaining the connection between Chambers' ex-girlfriend and brother and the life insurance.

"Double Indemnity," Gibbs said.

"Gibbs!"

Gibbs gave Tony a look. "I have seen a few movies in my life, Tony." He handed Tony a set of car keys. "Take the sedan and get out of here," he ordered.

"Come on, Boss," Tony protested. "Can I least help Ducky?" he said, his words reminding Gibbs that Palmer wasn't here this week.

Gibbs shook his head in resignation. "Ziva!" he called out.

She trotted over, eyes curious as she spied Tony still here. "Yes, Gibbs?"

"Give Tony your back-up," he ordered, turning back to Tony. "You're not here, officially. But either way, I'm not having you unarmed."

Tony's smile was bright as he watched Ziva bend down, slipping the small revolver from the ankle holster under her pant leg. "You won't regret this, Boss," Tony said, slipping the gun in his waist band.

Ziva watched him with narrowed eyes. "Isn't that the same shirt you wore yesterday?" she observed.

Tony was saved from answering by the arrival of the morgue van, Ducky at the wheel. "I think Mr. Palmer has cursed this damn van," he grumbled, joining them outside the house. "I ended up getting lost, even without him with me."

"Got a new helper for you, Duck," Gibbs said, patting Tony on the back.

"Well, then, things are looking up!"

"Go get the gurney, Tony," Gibbs ordered.

Tony flicked a quick salute, happy to be here with Gibbs. He wasn't sure why, but he knew he had to be here near him, protecting him. He headed to the back of the morgue van, opening the doors and pulling out the gurney with the body bag on top. He turned back to catch the gurney and froze.

"It was you, wasn't it?" the woman with the gun asked. "You ruined everything, you killed Jim and now I have nothing!"

Tony weighed his options and knew there was only one choice. With a huge shove he pushed the gurney toward Jennifer McPherson and reached into his belt for his gun.

Gibbs froze at the sound of the gunshot, head turning toward the morgue van. "Tony!" he screamed, running fast to the vehicle. He knew McGee and Ziva were right behind him, guns drawn as they rounded the van. Ziva threw herself into the body of the woman holding the gun, dislodging the weapon and shoving the other woman onto the ground.

Gibbs ran straight to Tony, leaning against the door of the van, Ziva's gun dangling in his hand. "Tony…"

"I missed," he said, the green eyes finding Gibbs' clouding over. A small smile on his face was an ironic juxtaposition to the trail of blood that was seeping from Tony's lips. "I so rarely miss, General. I am sorry."

With that, Tony slumped to the ground, a red streak smearing along the van door from his wound.