AN: So...in honor of the fact that THE Millisa will be at FANCON this July, I'm writing this chapter for After Party. If you don't know what FANCON is, please visit me on Facebook, and/or check out the site fandom-con dot com. I know we would love to see you all there :) Also, bookmark the raffles/stories4charity page as we'll have new and exciting raffles posted each month! Scroll down on the page to see how you can get your very own custom story written by your favorite authors!

AN2: This chapter is...well, it's current to the show, but we're gonna go ahead and pretend Delilah was never a thing.

AN3: Warning! Sudden shameless smut at the end.

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Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree...

Tony slowly wandered into consciousness at the sound of faint music. It took a moment, but he soon realized it was coming from his cell phone. Some of them want to use you. Some of them want to be used by you. Some of them want to abuse you. Some of them want to be abused... That was Millisa's ringtone. Tony groaned as he reached over to grab the phone, groaning again at the fact that it was one in the afternoon.

"What is it, red?" he asked as he answered the call. "I was up all night and morning, and it's my weekend off-"

Gibbs rolled over as gracefully as possible, not wanting to disturb the call now that he was awake. His eyes remained closed though, not ready to get up just yet after the night he'd spent with Tony.

"Whoa, calm down. Slow down!" Tony said as he pushed up to sit, swiping a hand down his face as he attempted to wake himself up. "Ya gotta start from the beginning, Mil."

"What's wrong?" Gibbs asked, now propped up on his elbow at the sound of urgency in the call.

"She says McGee is missing," he whispered in response. "Are you sure he didn't just sneak out to get you breakfast or something? Like a surprise?" There was a pause as she replied on the other line. "Oh yeah. I guess it's pretty late for that. Are you sure he's just not- oh. Oh okay. No, I'm not trying to say- Geez, okay! Okay, we'll get there as soon as we can, alright? Just...stay calm. I'm sure he's okay. I'll call you when I get into town."

"What's going on?" Gibbs asked as he pushed to sit up.

"Pretty sure Millisa's just freaking out over nothing," he told him as he stood and searched for his jeans. "McGee left to get them coffee this morning and never came back. He's not answering his phone and she's afraid something's happened to him."

"They're at some...convention, right?"

"Yeah," he replied as he pulled on his pants. "It's three hours from here, just about. I'm gonna drive down and make sure the kid isn't out buyin' a ring or something crazy like that."

"I think he knows better than that," Gibbs said as he reached for his phone on the other end table.

"What're you doing?" Tony asked as he grabbed a shirt.

"If he's trying to surprise her with something and that's why he's not answering, I know he'll answer for me," he told him as he put the phone to his ear after dialing the number. It went straight to voicemail. Tony watched the concern in his boss's face become more noticeable.

"Is your gut churning? Because my gut is definitely churning. Something's up. Something not good. I can feel it."

"Yeah, me too," Gibbs replied.

"Not good!" Tony's eyes widened it horror at him. "You're supposed to tell me I'm being paranoid and that he's probably fine! Probably found a really cool video game and got sucked into it and left his phone on silent in the room and Millisa is just screwing with us to get us to come down there for the party!"

"She's devious, but she's not that devious," Gibbs replied as he pulled on his clothes. Tony just looked at him sideways. "Okay fine, maybe she is that devious, but I don't think that's what's happening."

"Well now that I'm effectively a thousand times more worried, you think we should contact the LPD there to check it out? I know he hasn't been missing long enough to warrant a missing persons, but he's a federal officer-"

"Which will look bad on him if he isn't really missing," Gibbs told him. "Call Abby. Tell her to try and trace his phone. Then call Bishop and have her put a BOLO with the Roanoke PD."

"Thought you said that'd make him look bad," Tony questioned.

"If we send them on a manhunt, yeah. Keeping an eye out for him wouldn't hurt, though."

"And what if he really is in trouble? Three hours could mean...everything."

"While you're makin' those calls, I'll be makin' one of my own," he replied.

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"Yeah we'll be there in ten, red," Tony told Millisa over the phone. "Gibbs somehow managed to get some friends at the FBI to give us a lift in their private jet. Lucky for us they were heading that way anyway." He glanced over toward Gibbs where he was tapping on the laptop computer in attempt to answer a call from Abby to no avail. "Yeah, just go enjoy your convention. I'm sure we'll find him right away and we'll bring him over to you... Yep. Uh huh...the Metamorphosis on South Jefferson. Got it in my GPS. Gotta go. Boss is trying to use technology."

"I heard that," Gibbs replied as Tony ended the call.

"Well, was I lying?" he asked as he stood and walked over to the other row of seats and hit the accept button.

"There you are, bossman," Abby said when her face popped up on the screen. "Pretty cool you got a lift from the BAU," she grinned.

"You have something for me, Abs?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes and no," she replied, eyes narrowing as her jaw cocked a bit to the side. "I'm not getting a trace on his phone, so it's either off or out of range. But I did manage to tap into the security footage at Hotel Roanoke where they're staying, and I spotted him heading out of the lobby at 9:38, but not before talking to the concierge. So I called and asked what he might've talked to her about. Apparently Millisa needed something they didn't carry in the gift shop. He asked about a local drug store, and the concierge told him there was a pharmacy 8 miles walking distance on S. Jefferson."

"South Jefferson...that's where the convention is," Tony said.

"Yeah, so close you could see it from there, actually. I tried to find street cams, but there was only one on the way. I could only see that he got at least as far as the pharmacy, but not coming back from it."

"Anyone suspicious around him when you saw him on the street cam?" Gibbs asked.

"Not that I could tell, but I'll check it again."

"Call the pharmacy and ask if they saw him."

"That was next on my list," she replied. "Hey...um...Gibbs? He's okay, right?"

"That's what we're going to find out," he told her.

"You bring him home safe."

"Was she able to find anything?" Agent Hotchner, one of the BAU team members asked as he came from the restroom.

"Possibly," Gibbs replied as he closed the laptop. "Thanks again for the lift," he told him.

"Don't thank me," he replied. "Thank the Greenbrier Airport for being too crowded for us to fly into today. It would've been a 30 minute drive into Covington instead of the hour it'll take from Roanoke."

"That where your case is takin' ya?" Tony asked.

The agent nodded. "Three homicides within a three week time period. The local PD seems to think they're connected."

"You don't?" Gibbs inquired.

"None of the murders seem similar," a younger agent Gibbs knew as Dr. Reid spoke. "Unless of course you look at the fact that there's no evidence left at any of the crime scenes. There's no relation that can be found, so far, between any of the victims. The M.O in each case doesn't add up in any obvious way."

"But that doesn't mean they're not connected," Hotchner said. "And that's about the time we usually get called in."

"You've got a high success rate, so I've read," Tony told him with a small smile.

"You've read about us?" Reid asked.

"I've followed a few of your cases in the past," Tony shrugged. "I like to stay in the know. That and I've got a pretty demanding boss who oftentimes has us digging through a lot of cases; a lot of previously convicted felons, et cetera. Your names have come up on a few case files here and there. Pretty neat stuff you guys do."

"Neat?" Hotchner raised an amused brow. "You looking to move over into the behavioral analysis sector of criminal investigation, Agent DiNozzo?"

"No," Gibbs answered for him, shaking his head just once. "Might need a behavioral analysis, though," he smirked.

"Not nice, boss," Tony glared at him, amused by the statement more than anything.

*~.~*

"Millisa, what's wrong?" asked a tall woman with short dark hair. "You're not talking, and that is so not like you at all."

"Uh," she turned away from the window she'd been staring out of and looked up at her friend. "The guy I brought with me...he's kinda...missing," she told her.

"Missing? What the hell! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't wanna ruin the convention, Xe," she replied. "I know how hard you all worked on getting it together."

"You're talking about Thom, right? The writer?"

"Y-yeah," she hesitantly replied. "I told him he had some fans here that wanted to meet him, and that's why he agreed to come. But he left to get me some allergy meds and never came back and I'm kinda worried something happened to him."

"Are you sure he didn't just...chicken out or something? Did you check the bar down the street?"

Millisa sighed. "I wouldn't exactly put it completely past him to ditch out on the convention," she said. "But he's not the kinda guy that would let me worry that something bad happened to him."

"Did you call the police?"

"Oh god no! He would never forgive me if he wasn't actually in trouble."

"But what if he..." Xe quickly changed her planned question. "Okay, well...did you talk to anyone?"

"Some of his t- uh...his friends are coming in. They should be here now, actually. They're gonna try and track him down."

"Well okay then," Xe smiled. "Get up off your ass and help me set up the raffle stuff. Kaz was supposed to be here in time for set up, but she hasn't even returned any of my texts yet, so she probably slept in..."

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"I'm Special Agent DiNozzo, and this is Special Agent Gibbs," Tony greeted the pharmacist as they held out their badges. "We're with NCIS."

"NCIS?" the older gentleman asked. "This about the call I just had with a nice lady in DC?"

"One of our agents went missing this morning," Tony told him. "We were told he was heading here. Have you seen this man?" Gibbs held out the photo they brought of McGee.

The man looked over top of his glasses at the picture. "Oh yes. I did see him, matter of fact. Came in here this morning looking for some...uh...allergy pills I believe it was. He had a limp and I asked him if he was okay."

"A limp?" Gibbs narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, the kid said he twisted his ankle while attempting to cross over the train tracks as a short cut. Said it hurt worse by the time he got here and I offered to call him a cab. But then a nice young lady offered to give him a lift. Said she was staying at one of the hotels close by the one he was staying at."

"He left with this lady?" Tony asked.

"She said she recognized him from something. Some kinda book or whatnot. She told him she was a big fan and that she was going to some...uh...oh that convention for writers just up the street," he recalled. "They do one every year just about. Nice bunch of people."

"This lady," Gibbs backtracked, "Was she acting strange in any way around him?"

"Strange? Well I don't rightly know, since I never did see her before today and I have no comparison. She seemed very excited to see him is all I can say."

"He left with her willingly?" Gibbs asked again.

"Didn't seem to be struggling against it, if that's what you're asking. But if you ask me, he seemed a bit confused."

"Confused how?" Tony asked.

"Disoriented. I thought maybe it was his allergies. He seemed a bit off, if you know what I'm saying. His eyes were a bit splotchy and he kept havin' trouble coming up with the words to ask about which medicine might be better."

"Allergy meds weren't for him," Tony reminded Gibbs.

"Yeah, I know."

"You thinkin' something along the lines of Misery here, boss? A little Kathy Bates to Tim's James Caan?"

Gibbs' gut churned and he pushed Tony's question off for a moment as he looked back to the pharmacist. "You see the car she took him to?"

"No. Didn't see a car, and that's no surprise as there's limited parking on this street. It's more likely she'd been parked in the lot across the way."

"Can you tell me what other hotels are close by?"

"There's at least six hotels right in this area, sir. Sorry I can't be of any more help."

"That nice lady in DC is gonna be calling you back," Gibbs told him. "I want you to give her the best description possible on the woman you saw our agent leave with. Can you do that?"

"Well sure," he replied. "I hope you find them."

"We will," he replied as he and Tony headed out of the pharmacy. Gibbs pulled out his phone and dialed Abby's number...

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"Where're we headed?" Tony asked as Gibbs passed by one of the hotels they were supposed to check out.

"Retracing McGee's steps," he told him as he pulled into a lot that was mostly fenced off.

"Train tracks?" Tony asked as they got out of the car and he could see the railroad below.

"This is where he'd have crossed over," Gibbs motioned with his head at the hotel across the other side of the tracks. "Hotel Roanoke."

"Ah," Tony replied as he followed Gibbs toward the open part of the fence. "I hear that place is haunted. Built in 1882. Been around as long as the city itself."

"What're you makin' up for Ducky not bein' here?" Gibbs raised a brow.

"Ducky being here would be bad," Tony replied as they carefully climbed down the hill toward the tracks. "Ducky being here would mean there's a body."

Gibbs didn't reply to that. Tony followed after him silently now, lost in thought he didn't want to be thinking. Then Gibbs stopped and bent over. Tony came to a sudden halt. "Boss?"

When Gibbs stood back up he was holding something in his hand. "This would be why he's not answering his calls," he said as he showed Tony the busted phone...

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"I've called all six hotels in that general area, Gibbs," Abby told him over the webcam on her computer. "No one has seen anyone matching McGee's description entering with the woman we're looking for. I don't like this. I don't like this at all."

"Hang on, Abs. Getting a call from dispatch,"Gibbs told her. He swapped calls. "Gibbs."

"Agent, we have a call from a citizen about Agent McGee," the man on the other line said. "We were informed that you're in Roanoke?"

"Yes. Who is it?"

"Patching you through now."

A click sounded on the line. "Hello?" a woman's voice sounded.

"Who is this? What do you know about my agent?" Gibbs asked.

"Um...sir, I'm a nurse at Roanoke Memorial Hospital, and we had a patient brought in a few hours ago. We searched his wallet to find an ID since there was no phone on him. As soon as we realized he was an agent, we called right away."

"A few hours ago and you're just getting around to searching for an ID?" Gibbs asked angrily.

"Sir, I'm sorry but we've had him in for scans and tests and it was our first priority to make sure he wasn't in life-threatening danger, medically."

"What happened? What's wrong with him?" Gibbs asked as he raced the car towards where he'd seen the blue H signs leading to the hospital.

"Gibbs?" Tony anxiously questioned.

"The woman that brought him in said he'd twisted his ankle and was going to give him a lift to his hotel, but then he'd suddenly collapsed and she panicked and brought him straight to us. He's been unconscious since he was brought in."

"And the tests? What did you find on the scans?"

"As far as we can see, sir, he's not in any immediate danger. There are no bleeds that have shown up on the scans. No fractures. Just a fairly large bump from whatever he hit his head on."

"He fell on train tracks this morning," Gibbs told her. "He must've hit his head there. We'll be there in five minutes," he told her then ended the call.

"Boss..."

"He's unconscious," Gibbs told him. "They said he's not hurt very bad, but he hasn't woken up since he got there."

"And the mystery woman?"

"She's the one that brought him in."

"Why didn't she contact anyone?"

"That's what we're gonna find out," he said as he stepped harder on the accelerator.

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"The battery on my phone died," the woman told them. "And I'm not from here so I didn't know anyone's number by heart. It was all in my phone, and I wasn't sure who to call. I didn't know he was actually an agent..."

"Just a big fan of Thom E. Gemcity, right?" Tony chimed in.

"Well yeah...I mean, of course," she shook her head as if the question were absurd. "We were so excited about him coming to the convention, and I freaked when he collapsed. I couldn't just leave him here."

"You didn't think to maybe go to the convention and let his girlfriend know he was hurt?" Tony asked.

"I...I didn't know he had a girlfriend..."

"Oh come on, now," he shook his head. "You really think-"

"Loca is not his girlfriend," she tilted her head at him. "And no, I wasn't trying to fill the position either. I didn't wanna leave here and have him wake up alone and confused. Is that such a horrible thing?"

"Who the hell is Loca?" Gibbs asked.

"That's red's online name, boss," Tony answered for her. "Speaking of red, what the heck is up with those pants? And what's your name?" he motioned to the red leather monstrosity she was wearing.

"My name, as far as you need to know, is Kaz. And the pants were supposed to be for the con," she said through gritted teeth.

"Great!" Tony replied with a smile. "Because that's where your gonna go now and tell all your friends what happened. I'm sure Loca would like to know why you didn't bother to give her an update. I mean, I'm sure she didn't mind at all worrying for the past few hours about whether or not her boyfriend was dead or alive."

She huffed and made to stomp away, pushing past Tony. But Gibbs grabbed her arm. "Hey," he told her, causing her to make eye contact with him. "Thank you for bringing him here," he said. "And don't mind Tony. He was just scared, and he's angry and he's taking it out on the closest target. He'll come around."

"Yeah...sure. Whatever," she said as she pulled away. "Look," she sighed. "I really didn't mean to cause so much trouble. I wasn't thinking. I mean I was...I was...thinking I was saving the day, ya know? Kaz the hero that saved Thom E. Gemcity. I didn't even realize how long we'd been here. I know I should've found the number to the venue and tried to call, but I just... I don't even know what. I'm sorry. Tell him I'm sorry..." she said before she turned away and headed toward the exit.

Gibbs watched her until she disappeared around the corner, then turned toward Tony who was looking into Tim's room. He took the few steps it took to be at his back, and placed his hands on Tony's biceps. "He's okay, Tony," he told him.

"Yeah, well...I'll believe that when he wakes up," he replied stubbornly, yet sank back a bit into the embrace.

"Agent Gibbs?" a man's voice sounded beside them and they turned toward the doctor standing there with a clipboard in his hands. "I'm the neurologist who's looking over Agent McGee's case," he told them. "All of his secondary scans came through and everything looks great. I'm pretty sure he just has a mild concussion, though the continued lack of consciousness is a bit worrisome. But it could just be that he was exhausted in the first place and needed the rest.

"I was told he'd hurt his ankle, but it's not severe. There's no sprain, so he should be on his feet in no time. Once he's awake we'd like to do a neurological exam just to steer on the side of caution. Then he'll be free to go, as long as he has someone to keep an eye on him. No driving for a couple of days, regardless of how well he does on the examination."

"Won't be a problem," Tony replied. "So he's okay? No permanent damage to his noggin?"

"Like I said, we'll have to do an exam. Parts of the human brain are still a mystery. Things can look fine on paper, but then they wake up and don't know English from Japanese. But I don't think he hit his head that hard, so I'm pretty sure the outlook is good. I just can't make you any guarantees, because that's how lawsuits start up and boy I sure as hell don't need that already in my career," he gave a nervous smile.

But Tony wasn't listening anymore because he could see Tim starting to stir, and Tony headed straight into the room. "Time to wake up, McSleepyhead," Tony said, trying not to be too loud and obnoxious.

Tim groaned then cracked open his eyes. "Tony?" his voice was gravelly. "What are you doing here?" he brought his hands up to rub at his eyes, then got a clearer look at his surroundings. "Am...am I in a hospital? Why am I in a hospital?" he asked a bit fearfully.

"Calm down, you're all right," Tony told him. "What do you remember?"

McGee swallowed. "Uh... I'm in Roanoke still, right?"

"Yeah. Ten points on the board, probie. Keep going."

"I was at the hotel and Millisa wasn't feeling well, so I left to get her some medicine. They didn't have what she needed in the lobby so I left and...I... I think I fell. I twisted my ankle. Guess I hit my head, too," he said as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his skull. "What time is it?"

"Much too late to make a fashionable entrance at the convention," Tony replied.

"Oh god, she's gonna kill me!" he made to get up out of the bed, but Gibbs was suddenly there to grab his shoulders and keep him sitting. "Boss?"

"Take it easy, McGee," he told him.

"Guys, what are you doing here? It's a 3 hour trip. How did you even-"

"Millisa was worried when you didn't come back," he told him. "You dropped your phone when you fell. No one knew who to call until they had time to go through your wallet. In the meantime, she called us because she wasn't sure what to do."

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to come out here..."

"Relax," Gibbs assured him. "It's not a big deal. You're okay, and that's what matters."

"Besides," Tony chimed in with a grin, "I got to see a chick in hot, red leather pants."

"Kaz?" he questioned.

"You know Kaz?" Gibbs asked.

"I know Kaz was one of the girls that promised Millisa she'd wear red leather pants for her at the con. That that's how we'd recognize her when we got there. Most of these people are anonymous online, going by aliases. The convention is kind of contradictory yet innovative. It's partly why I felt the need to convince Millisa to go," he shrugged. "Only so many years you can talk to the same group of people, get to know them better than some of the people you know in real life, before it's time to stop hiding behind a computer screen." The two other men were silent for a moment as they looked at him. "What?" he questioned. "I checked them all out. They're good people and they've been there for her through good times and bad, just like she's been there for them. You'd be surprised how much some online relationships can mean to a person. Especially if they're genuine. People should know Millisa. She's a great person."

Tony looked at Gibbs with a knowing smile on his face. "Looks like I called it right, to Kaz. About him being Millisa's boyfriend."

Tim's face reddened. "I am not her boyfriend!" he defended. "It's not like that!"

"Come on, McLoveMuffin. You've been sharing happy-time with her for years now."

"We aren't using labels, Tony. It's an agreement we have and we're good with it being that way. And all that stuff I said about her just now? I'd say it about any of you, too. So stop trying to read into this..."

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"You idiot!" Millisa smacked Tim square in the chest as she met them coming out of the hospital exit.

"Millisa!"

"You stupid, stupid idiot!" she smacked him again, then threw her arms around his middle and squeezed. "You have any fucking idea how scared out of my mind I was?"

"I'm sorry..." he replied, his arms snaking around her to hold her close.

"I know. God, I know it's not your fault. Jesus," she pulled away. "Fucking Kaz... She's lucky she looks so hot in those pants or I'd have kicked her ass for letting me sweat."

"Sorry I let you down," he replied. "I know you wanted me there for your friends that are fans of my books. Did you at least enjoy it?"

"Are you stupid? Of course I didn't. I was too worried. But that's okay because it's not over, and you're gonna make it up to me by spending a half an hour with me while I take advantage of the cash bar they've got open right now. I mean...as long as you feel up to it."

"I'm...fine, actually. They gave me something good for the headache. I just can't drink," he told her. "Were you really that worried about me?" he asked.

"'course I was," he smirked up at him. "I've kinda grown a bit fond of you, princess," she patted his cheek. She held his gaze for a moment longer before looking over at Gibbs and Tony. "You guys coming?"

"Are we invited?" Gibbs asked.

"You flew all the way here because one of us introvert nerds didn't think to look up a phone number. Least I can do is buy you a few rounds."

*~.~*

"No unauthorized pictures!" Xe stated over the microphone to the crowd. "Mr. Gemcity values his privacy as much as you do, so please be respectful. I know some of you slash writers that would die if we revealed your true identities. If you want a picture with him, by all means, he's willing to do that. But put your cameras away when he's making out with Loca, please." She winked in their direction as Millisa let out a drunken laugh from the bar.

"I need to give a special shout out to Mr. Gemcity and Kaz for adding a smidgen of mystery to our convention this year," she continued. "It's not a successful party without a missing persons report and hospitalization." Kaz lowered her head where she sat in the corner. "Aw come on, Kaz, don't be that way! You know we love you and your hot pants! No moping at FANCON! Get that ass up here and knock 'em dead with a little Shania!" she shouted as she set up the next karaoke song. The crowd cheered and Kaz couldn't help the slight grin on her face, embarrassment still showing red on her face as she stood and made her way tipsily to where Xe stood with a microphone outstretched in one hand toward her.

Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under began playing, and the crowd's cheers ignited again. Kaz grabbed the mic and turned to the screen projection on the far wall where the lyrics came up. Xe smiled and made her way over to where the NCIS agents were standing at the bar with Millisa.

"Sorry again," Tim told her.

"Oh please, it's not a big deal," she scoffed. "Gimme a shot of Goldshlagger," she told the barkeep, "And a diet Coke chaser, please," she added and looked back to Tim. "I know how to keep a party going. And I even managed to keep Loca semi-distracted until we figured out what happened. And now look at her, nerves all worn out from the day and pleasantly sloshed by just two drinks. Everybody's happy. What do we have to be sorry for?"

"I guess you're right," he shrugged.

"It is a nice little party you've got here," Tony commented. "Nice little venue, and not too big of a crowd. Much better than I originally imagined."

"Good food, too," Gibbs added as he stuck a roasted tomato-topped cracker into his mouth.

"The food is awesome," Xe agreed. "So, Thom, I heard you were on the best-sellers list for a while. That must've been awesome. I could only ever dream..."

"I have a very dedicated agent," Tim replied.

"I heard that, too. Some day maybe I'll get so lucky."

"I'm sitting on the edge of whether or not it was a good idea," Tim said.

"What? Why?" Xe asked incredulously.

"There was a little incident with a crazy stalker fan that started taking some extreme reenactments in real life," Tony answered for him. "He blames himself."

"Whoa really?" she replied. "Like...what kinds of reenactments? Sorry...I haven't actually read any of your books." Tony laughed obnoxiously at that.

"That's okay," Tim replied, ignoring him. "To be fair, I haven't read any of yours, either."

"You're a busy guy," Xe said. "And super smart from what I've heard through Millisa. Excellent career that doesn't even have anything to do with your writing."

"Well I wouldn't say that," Tony replied under his breath.

"I think it's pretty cool," Xe continued. "Writing is my passion, but my main job is being a mom, and there's really no other career for me besides those two. I'm hoping the writing thing might actually be lucrative some day."

"Just keep at it," Tim told her. "Don't give up. Indie publishing is a hard world to get noticed in, but it'll happen if you don't give up."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I won't be the bitch that bugs you to get my shit to your publisher," she winked. "I wanna play ball the real way. If I get noticed, it's because my stuff is good. If I don't, well, I have what I need to survive, and as long as I can be happy in what I'm doing, that's all I can really ever ask."

"And that's why I stay at my job instead of becoming a full time writer," Tim said. "To each their own."

"You said it," she winked. "Gotta get back to my crowd and force someone else to sing shamelessly," she said as she made her way back to the mic. "Thanks for coming!"

"She seems nice," Tim said to Millisa.

"Yeah. She's pretty cool," she replied. "And Kaz, too. We like giving them a hard time, but they're good girls. Xe says I'm her home theater guy."

"Hey!" Tony laughed. "Match made in heaven, you two."

"Shut up, Tony, I am not your home theater guy."

"Of course you are," he slapped him in the shoulder. "I think I'm gonna go knock these people dead with some Sinatra. You wanna sing, boss?" he looked to the older man.

"Oh no," he laughed and shook his head. "I'll just stay here and watch."

"Good," he gave him a leering grin. "You can rate my performance later on at the hotel."

"Hotel?"

"Booked us a room on the top floor at Hotel Roanoke. No way we're driving back tonight, and I doubt we can luck out with a lift back from the BAU."

Gibbs pressed his lips together, eyes looking up and to the left in thought. Then he nodded and tilted his head just a bit. He watched as Tony walked up to Xe and told her something in her ear. She grinned excitedly and started typing something into the computer...

*~.~*

"Oh fuck! Oh f-fuck, Jethro!" Tony nearly screamed as his come hit the headboard he was gripping onto so tightly, Gibbs holding him back against him as he continued to ram into him from behind. He bit down into the skin of Tony's shoulder as his own release hit him just moments later, pressing his cock as deeply into him as physically possible as the tremors ran their course.

The room was filled with silence only broken by panting as the two tried to catch their breath.

"Guess you really liked my singing," Tony said with a smile as he let himself lean back into him.

Gibbs just groaned in response as he shifted them to lie down. Tony rolled and turned over to face him. "Not a completely ruined weekend off, I'd say."

Gibbs smirked. "Could come back next year, if you want," he told him. "For McGee's fans, of course. Gotta be supportive."

"Definitely."

"Maybe we could all share a room next time," Gibbs said. "Maybe try out that one thing Millisa brought up before."

"What thing... Oh my god!" Tony pushed up on his elbow in shock. "Are you... You mean the threesome thing with McGee? Are you kidding me right now?" he asked. Gibbs just shrugged. Tony couldn't get a read on his expression and wasn't sure how to react to this sudden revelation. Then he let himself lie back down without breaking eye contact. "You're not worried things would get...weird?"

"I think things couldn't get much weirder than they already have," Gibbs said with a small laugh. "I think we're all pretty comfortable around each other. We're completely satisfied in our sex lives. So we have nothing to worry about if we ever wanted to do something like that."

"You're serious," Tony said in awe. "I never even let myself think about it too much," he told him. "And...fuck that would be hot, but I dunno that McGee would be comfortable with the idea. I don't even know how serious Millisa was when she said it."

"Only one way to find out," Gibbs said with a raised brow...

~End

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AN: LOL. Oh man... I don't even have an explanation.

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