Finally getting around to writing this little fic! I'm actually really excited to see what comes about it. I'm not used to writing case study stories so I apologize if it's not the best. I like it though so I hope you do to!
Warnings: Death, Sexual Fantasy talk, Violence. More things will be added as I write the story. If you think of anything you want warned tell me and I'll add it!
As I write this I realize that there probably won't actually be any sex in it. I know. Odd for one of my stories, but it's just not there. Sorry if that's what you were hoping for!
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Okay, so there's either one chapter left in this story so I hope you all enjoyed it! ^_^
Yawning widely Tony rolled onto his back letting his eyes slowly adjust to the afternoon light. He really loved days he was off of work. It wasn't often that he got to simply lay there and enjoy his own bed.
It took him almost ten years of working as a cop before he realized that one of the things that he couldn't skimp out on was a good bed. He spent hours upon hours finding the right mattress and spent quite a bit of money on it.
Then he had to find the perfect bedding and pillows. It might sound odd, but one of his favorite things was when he got to go out and buy new bedding's. There was nothing that felt as good as laying completely naked on freshly washed sheets.
Closing his eyes Tony cuddled further into the sheets letting himself be surrounded by the warmth. There was only one thing that he could think of that would make the situation any better. That was having Tim in the bed with him.
Tony's heart both soared and ached at the thought of the young Marine. It had been close to two years since Tim had been state-side. Something that he had to admit made him feel bad about the whole thing.
Not that Tony questioned things about their relationship anymore. Even with all the space between the two of them. He and Tim still stayed in touch. Both trying to talk everyday. Though it was a little hard with whatever it was Tim was doing.
Every few days the Marine would send an email and their conversation would start again. It always made Tony's heart speed up slightly. He loved talking to the younger man. It always made his day better.
As hard as it was to admit, he was a little glad that Tim had had to go overseas. It meant that they had been able to get to know each other without all the pressures of a full relationship pushing them to do things they weren't ready for.
With Tim just getting out of an extremely messy relationship and Tony questioning everything that came with relationships it was more than a little insane. Going slowly in the building of them was for the best.
Now that they had two years of getting to know each other under their belts Tony felt good about them. He couldn't wait for the other man to be back so he could finally have the man back in his arms.
Licking his lips Tony sat up and reached for his cell phone. The first thing he saw when it turned on was a message from Tim. He knew that the smile on his lips looked a little bit ridiculous but he couldn't bring himself to care.
The smile only grew as he read over the good morning message. Tony had no idea what time it was where Tim was so he satisfied himself by saying good afternoon back. Not that that was what Tony truly wanted to type.
In the time they had been talking nothing sexual had come up. No that Tony was mad about that. He knew that that was a large step. The last thing he wanted was to push it. Though the idea was very appealing.
Having the younger man's body pressed against his own. Feeling his breath wash over his boy as they laid together. Hearing that beautiful voice moan and gasp and plead for him. Tasting his sweat as they rolled around together.
Oh, Tony couldn't wait until he could finally fulfill all the twisted little thoughts that he had spent more than his fair share of time with. He hoped Tim would enjoy the ideas as much as he had been.
Shaking his head Tony looked back at his phone pushing the thoughts away. The last thing he wanted to do was get caught up in those thoughts. He had more than enough time to think of them when he was in the shower later.
Seeing that the blond was requesting to video chat Tony moved around so he was leaning against the pillows. It was even harder to find a time where they both could chat through a video than it was for them to text. Tony loved those times.
Saying yes to the request Tony let his eyes run over the other man. He was sitting at the table in a non-descriptive room. Of course he was. The lat thing he could do was risk letting anyone, even Tony, know where he was.
Tony had to admit that Tim looked damn good. His skin looked pale almost as if he hadn't been in the sun since the last time he saw him. It was odd, but seeing how fair he was made Tony wonder what he'd look like against his royal blue sheets.
That was when he noticed that the man was in his uniform. The black jacket made him look even lighter than he probably was, but he looked absolutely amazing sitting there. There really was something about a man in uniform.
"You're still in bed," Tim greeted surprise clear in his voice, "And shirtless."
"Yeah," Tony nodded his head noticing the blush on the Marine's cheeks, "I just woke up."
"Oh, that's…. that's a good reason. Yeah..."
Tony couldn't help but chuckle hearing how shy he suddenly sounded. For how strong and powerful the younger man always sounded he was one of the shyest people that Tony had ever met. That was very appealing for some reason.
"Finally got some free time?" Tony questioned his sheets moving down his body as he adjusted himself.
"Something like that," Tim agreed his eye darting between the agent's exposed chest and whatever was on the other side of the phone, "I can't talk long. My higher ups just gave me my new orders."
"And you can tell me what they are?"
"No, I can tell you I have two months leave before I have to be there."
Tony's heart jumped hearing that. He wanted nothing more than to have the younger man in front of him. Now that he had the chance to finally have that happen he couldn't help but feel a little nervous about that happening.
From the way the blush on Tim's cheeks darkened he was thinking the same thing. Had the younger man been thinking the same things that he had been? Just what deliciously devious things had he been dreaming of doing to him when he got the chance?
"I'll be over there in about two days," Tim continued softly, "I was thinking… I mean… Maybe you'd like..."
"Tim," Tony interrupted his stuttering, "Are you trying to ask me out?"
"Yes?"
A chuckle left Tony's lips at the man's whispered question. It was adorable seeing him attempt to ask him out. The smile slipped off his face as he watched Tim's head snap to the side losing what little color it had gained.
Tony left himself go into full agent mode. He tried to figure out what was going on but there was nothing that he could see. At least he had no idea what was going on until the sound of gunfire echoed through the phone.
"What's going on, Tim?" Tony questioned his heart starting to race.
"I don't know," Tim responded in full Master Sergeant voice, "I have to go."
"Tim!"
The screen went black without another word from the Marine. Tony stared at the phone in a shocked silence. He knew that Tim had a dangerous job and he had seen him in action before. It was something else to see it and not be there to fight along side him.
Letting his phone drop to the bed Tony threw his blankets off and stood up. It was unlikely that anyone at NCIS would know what was going on with Tim, but he had to try. At least he couldn't just sit there doing nothing.
Grabbing some clothes without much thought he gathered his phone and keys and got in his car. He knew that his driving would probably scare even Ziva, but that did nothing to stop him from speeding the entire time.
By the time he got into the bullpen he knew that he looked more than a little crazy. Luckily, no one was stupid enough to even think of getting in his way. He'd feel bad about scaring them later, but for now he was happy they left him alone.
"Boss!" Tony called seeing the older man sitting at his desk.
"It's your day off, DiNozzo," Gibbs said not looking up from his work.
"Something happened with Tim."
Instantly Gibbs was out of his chair and on his way towards the Director's office. Tony followed behind the man explaining what he had seen. It wasn't much to go on, but it was enough for the older man to be worried.
"Hello, Gibbs," Vance sighed putting his cup of coffee down, "What can I do for you?"
"Master Sergeant Timothy McGee," Gibbs prompted.
"The man that help you with the McCoy case? What about him?"
"He might be in trouble. Anything you have on his current assignment?"
Vance looked between Tony and Gibbs before picking up his phone. Tony turned out as the man began to talk. It always ended badly whenever he listened to a one-sided conversation. He needed the full story all at once.
"He's fine, Tony," Gibbs soothed placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I hope so," Tony whispered feeling more than a little lost.
Falling into one of the chairs Tony felt as if he as going insane. In all the time he spent thinking about starting a relationship with the younger man he hadn't thought about what would happen if Tim was in danger and he wasn't able to help.
Hell, Tony had been lucky that he was on the phone with Tim when it happened. Though know that he was sitting there waiting for some answers he didn't feel so lucky. In truth, he felt sicker than he had ever felt before in his life.
It was so odd to think that though. Tony had been in a lot of life and death situations. Whether he was the one being threatened or it was someone he cared about he knew how he normally reacted. This was the furthest thing from what he did.
That didn't make sense to him at all. Of course he cared about Tim, but not more than his family. At least he didn't think he did. No, there was no reason why he would care about the younger man more than anyone else. Unless, it wasn't that he cared from him more but simply care from him different. Wait, did he…
"Boss?" Tony muttered his eyes darting over the room, "I think I love him."
"Finally figure that out?" Gibbs smirked slightly.
"You knew? Of course you knew. How did you know?"
Instead of answering Gibbs turned back towards Vance. There was nothing else that the man really needed to say anyway. Tony was the one that had to figure out how he had gotten there and exactly how he was supposed to deal with it.
For all the thinking that Tony did he hadn't realized that he had fallen for the man. He didn't actually thinks something like that would happen online. The man should really quit closing his mind to some of the things that went on around him.
Not that him falling for Tim would change anything. Tim's career had him overseas most of the time. That was pretty much the only thing that Tony knew about his job. Maybe Tim's job left him in more danger than Tony's did.
"Okay," Vance said softly, "Thank you, Sir."
Tony was on his feet before the phone was hung up. It wasn't difficult to tell that the Director wasn't pleased with the conversation. Whether it was because he didn't have any information or because the information was not what he wanted Tony was afraid to find out.
"Leon?" Gibbs questioned crossing his arms.
"Whatever McGee is working on is classified," Vance started standing up.
"And that stopped you?"
"Let me rephrase. McGee is classified. If not for the fact that he was part of an investigation we wouldn't have known he even existed."
The room went silent at that. Tony had known that the man was good at what he did, but the idea that he was so good he was a ghost was surprising. That put a little halt on how far the agent thought their relationship had gone.
Not that that was Tim's fault. If he couldn't tell people what his job actually was than he couldn't do it. It just felt odd knowing that in the end Tony could know everything about Tim without finding out what his job was.
"You can't tell us anything?" Tony asked dread filling his stomach.
"Nothing I say leaves this room," Vance stated calmly grabbing a glass and a bottle of scotch, "The people that were in contact with McGee and his team lost that contact with them. I don't know what they were doing or where they are. The only think they would say is that as of now they're out of contact and sending people to find out what happened."
"So we got nothing."
A sigh fell from Tony's lips hearing the older man speak. He knew that it wasn't Vance's fault, but that didn't mean he was happy about it. Tony had been hoping that the man would be able to tell him that everything was fine and Tim was coming home.
"I'm sorry, Tony," Vance offered placing the glass in his hands, "That's all I can tell you."
"I know," the agent agreed before downing the scotch, "At least people are looking for him and his people."
Tony knew that neither man believed what he was saying. He didn't even believe what he was saying. He had to say something though. Mostly because he wasn't going to breakdown crying in front of either of his bosses. No matter how much he wanted to.
A hand came to rest on his arm before helping him to his feet. Tony looked up at his boss but didn't say anything. The silver haired man lead Tony out of the office. Neither man said anything as they went down to the cars. Not that there was anything to say.
Gibbs pushed the younger man into his truck and started off towards somewhere. Tony knew that if he was paying attention he'd be able to figure it out, but he was trying to keep himself from thinking anymore than he already was.
All too soon the truck was stopped and he was being pulled out of it. It was then that Tony realized that he had been brought to Gibbs hose. He should have known that that was where they'd go, but in truth, he just didn't care.
Gibbs brought the younger man into the house and left him on the couch. Looking around the living room Tony felt the little control he had left slip away. Tears slowly started to stream down his face before he could really think about it.
The couch next to him sank down causing him to look up. He expected to see Gibbs sitting there instead he saw Abby. She looked nothing like she normally did so he knew that she had simply been at home relaxing or still sleeping.
Her eyes were filled with tears herself, but he knew that she was attempting to be strong for him. A broke chuckle left his lips causing both of them to wince. He hated listening to himself sound so week. Especially in front of people.
"He's going to be okay, Tony," Abby soothed holding him tightly.
"You don't know that," Tony muttered against her shoulder, "No one knows anything."
Rubbing a hand over his back Abby held him to her. Tony could feel the fabric under his eyes begin to get damp with his tears. He really didn't want to think about the situation anymore. Mostly because of how unlikely it was that Tim was okay.
A heavy warmth blanketed his back causing him to look behind him. Bishop sent him a soft smile before curling against his back. Once her head was down he could see that Ziva was behind her. As much as he hated it he was glad that his team was with him.
"We are here for you, Tony," Ziva said echoing his thoughts.
"Thanks," Tony whispered before laying his head back down on Abby once more.
The room fell into silence after that. There was nothing else that anyone could say that hadn't already been said. And since everyone knew how much he hated things repeated he was glad for the quiet as much as he wished for it to never be quiet again.
A grown fell from Tony's lips sometime later as he attempted to sit up. He had no idea when he fell asleep, but with the way the room was dark he could tell that it was night time. After a moment of trying not to wake the girls up he was finally on his feet.
Shaking his head Tony began to make his way to the basement figuring that's where Gibbs would be. A shadow from the backyard caught his eye though. Feeling confusion fill him Tony began to make his way towards the backdoor wishing he had this gun.
"It's just me, Tony," Gibbs said not looking away from the night sky.
"Boss?" Tony questioned confused.
"You're finally up."
"Yeah. What are you doing out here?"
"Nice sky."
"It is."
Gibbs looked over at Tony motioning for him to join him in the yard. Tony sighed to himself before moving to stand next to his boss. Looking up the younger man took in the stars wondering if the view was better wherever Tim was.
"Ugh," Tony groaned wanting to bash his head into something.
"Thinking about McGee again?" Gibbs asked though he probably already knew the answer.
"Yes and I can't stop thinking about him. It's giving me a headache and I just got up. I don't want to sit here thinking about him when there's nothing I can do."
Feeling his heart speed up with anger caused him to stop and take a few deep breaths. The last thing he wanted to do was breakdown again. He was not the type of person that let his emotions get the best of him. He was stronger than that.
"Welcome to being in love with a Marine," Gibbs chuckled with no amusement.
"This is it, isn't it?" Tony questioned softly, "I haven't even told him and it's over."
The smack the came to the back of his head was more gentle than normal but it was enough to get Tony to look at the older man. He cocked his eyebrow at the younger man. It caused the brunette to smile slightly. The man knew exactly how to get Tony to stop for a moment.
"Okay," Tony nodded his head, "I know. I really do know, Boss. I just need to know that Tim is okay. After that I'll be back to my normal self. Promise."
Gibbs nodded his head slightly before going towards the house. Tony stood there for a moment longer thinking about everything that had happened and realized what he had said. There really was nothing he could do. How could he deal with that?
