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DISCLAIMER #1: This chapter rated M/MA for language and sexual situations. If this offends you, THEN DON'T READ IT! Simple as that.

DISCLAIMER #2: My New Years' Resolution - to own just a piece of NCIS. Alas, that has not happened yet. But the year is young! I have 364 days left to obtain my goal!

MONSTERS IN THE SHADOWS

CHAPTER 10

Drinking from his fourth bottle of beer, Tony dropped unceremoniously onto his comfy sofa and made himself comfortable. Bottle in one hand, remote in the other, he surfed through his 300 channels on TV, but at 2 AM, even the all-sports stations were showing those blasted infomercials. "It slices! It dices!" he said along with the commercial. "It'll even wash your car!" he mimicked in his announcer voice. "Isn't there one of these stupid things that isn't about food?" He listlessly went through the channels over and over. "Hey, shampoo! That's not food…." "All this can be yours for only - say it with me, people - $19.95!" "Call now and we'll double your order absolutely free! - Yeah, cuz everyone wants more than one set of socket wrenches…why would anyone need more than one?" "Oooo, scrapbooking….huh….wonder if McCrafty has one of those…"

It was after seven beers when the Perfect Pasta Pot was starting to look like something he needed that he decided it was time to change over from mindless TV to mindless movies. He stood before his expansive DVD library, looking for something to make him forget for a while. His eyes stopped dead on his Magnum, P.I. DVDs - or cheer him for a while. Magnum it is.

Tony started the show - with season 1, of course - and hurried off to the kitchen for a bag of pretzels and yet another beer. He was just slouching into the perfect Magnum comfy position as the show's opening theme began, and he smiled. As the show progressed he even tossed a pretzel or 2 into the air and caught them in his mouth. Life was good - for just a few hours, he could forget his responsibilities. Responsibilities…. Abby. Lying-in-a-hospital-bed, hurt-in-the-worst-way-possible, Abby. The pretzel bounced off his nose and down behind one of the couch cushions.

He grimaced as he reached down between the cushions to retrieve the errant pretzel. Apparently he wasn't drunk enough if she could still distract him. Tony's fingers closed around an object and he pulled it up. Huh… so that's where that went….he tossed it aside and dug back in for that pretzel. Ah yes, his finger hooked in one of the holes and he gently brought it up….. Only it wasn't his snack.

A black, red, and white skull hair thingy. Tony clenched his fingers around it and squeezed his eyes closed. He brought the thingy to his nose and inhaled the scent of her shampoo, vanilla and gunpowder. "Abby," he groaned, flopping back on the pillows, trying his best not to cry. Not cool to cry in front of Thomas Magnum. "Damn. Abby…."

**FLASHBACK**

Through the sexual haze he barely heard the buzz of his cell. Dammit, the team was off this weekend. All thoughts of the phone fled as Daphne, his woman du jour, finished unbuttoning his white dress shirt and proceeded to kiss and lick her way down his muscled chest and stomach. He groaned and tangled a hand in her hair as she began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Gasping when her hand reached into his boxer briefs and curled around his hard shaft, he pushed his head harder into the bed pillows. "Mmmmm, yeah baby… feels so good…" He helped Daphne slide his pants and briefs off , but before she could go back to what she was doing, he took her mouth in a fiery kiss. He bit her lower lip as his hand traveled to the side of her dress and slowly began the process of removing her gorgeous, tight, red - and did he mention tight? - silk dress. She shimmied as he helped her out of it, the movement causing those amazing breasts and that fine ass to jiggle.

He groaned. He couldn't help himself - his head dipped and he pulled a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, nipping at it like he was on death row and this was his last meal. He smiled, pleased with himself when he heard Daphne groan his name. He lay her gently down on the bed, his mouth alternating between both breasts, kissing the valley in between them.

Tony sat up and took a moment to appreciate the vision before him. Daphne lying on his bed, wearing nothing but a lacy red thong and a sultry smile. "Like what you see, Tony?" she purred, bending up a knee.

He growled his cat-like growl and said, "Oh, 'like' isn't strong enough a word for how I feel right now." He growled again as her hand came around his impressive erection again. "And you, Miss Moss? Do you…like… what you see?" he asked slyly as he lay down next to her and began kissing and nipping his way down her neck, scraping his teeth along her collarbone. He felt a burst of pride at her moan that… became a buzzing sound? Damned cell phone again. He entertained the thought of answering for a moment, but then Daphne's thumb did a little something on the head of his cock that drove everything else out of his head. Tony sucked in a breath. "Ahhh, shit, baby…" he gasped.

"You like that?" Daphne crooned, hand still playing on his shaft.

"Like it?" he choked out. "You keep doing that, darlin', and this will be over before it starts." He groaned when her hand gently squeezed his cock, and he thought he would pass out as those pouty red lips came down, down, down, sucking him in. "Ohhhhhh fuck, baby. Mmmmm, that's right, suck it, suck that cock, baby…. So fuckin' good," he ground out between tightly clenched teeth, winding his hands in Daphne's hair, keeping her where he wanted her. Her moans and whimpers almost did him in. MAN, she could suck cock! He decided it was time to take the upper hand (so to speak) before he came too soon, embarrassing the DiNozzo name.

Sliding a leg between hers, with practiced ease he flipped them over so that he was now on top. "My turn to play," he growled, his senses on overload at the look, touch, and smell of her. As he nibbled and kissed his way around her ear and down her neck, his hand traveled down her body. Her gasps and moans were music to his ears. Just as his hand slid under the elastic of her panties, that damned phone buzzed again. Dammit, if this was someone from his team….. He grabbed up the offending phone and glanced at the incoming number. He didn't recognize it so, somewhat angrily, he tossed said phone across the room to the chair by the armoire. "Now," he said in a husky voice, "where were we?"

Daphne grabbed his hand and brought it down to her swollen, wet slit. "Mmmmm, lover," she groaned, "You were right…about… he-e-e-e-eerrrrrreeee!" she yelped as Tony dipped a finger into her wetness.

He chuckled, watching Daphne's eyes close in ecstasy. A flush started blossoming across her breasts as she began thrusting her hips up, taking two of his fingers now, deeper inside her slick tunnel. Tony could tell she was trying to hold off an orgasm, but he wasn't about to let that happen. He whispered hot words of encouragement, urging her to give in and let go. Her cries only served to increase his own lust. "That's it….yeah, baby….. Mmmmmm, c'mon, c'mon, give it to me, let me see it, yeah, babe. You gonna' cum? Huh? You need to cum? So fuckin' wet, baby, ohh yeah. Mmmmm, yeah darlin', you're so tight around my fingers… you'll be even tighter around my cock baby." He groaned as Daphne arched her back and screamed his name over and over and came all over his fingers and hand. "Ohhhhh yeah, there it is.. Yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon baby, give it all to me…." He ground his mouth down on Daphne's, swallowing her cries, softening the kiss as she started to come down. Her tongue tangled with his almost leisurely.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh To-o-o-onnnnnnnnny," she sighed, her hands still gripping his hair.

"I've only just started," Tony said, his voice raspy. He slid down the bed, nibbling and licking her soft, silky skin as he went, dipping his tongue into her belly button, grinning when she shivered. His tongue continued to play in and around her belly button as his hands crept down and removed that scrap of red, lacy thong, sliding it down and off her ankles. He inhaled her musky scent and began to salivate. He couldn't wait to taste her. He started trailing his tongue down…down…meeting that little strip of hair….

The shrill ring of his landline jolted him, his tongue losing its' place, making him curse. "Let the machine get it," he murmured to himself, and started his trip down from that adorable belly button again. He listened to his outgoing message with one ear, trying to divide his attention between listening and licking.. He had just gotten his first taste of her clit when the voice on the machine stopped him cold.

"Tony, are you there? …. (sniffle) Tony?"

A/N: Argh! What a place to leave off! Who could it be on the phone? Who could have the power to make Tony forget a woman in his bed? Tune in next chapter to find out!

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