NCIS
Gibbs sipped his coffee before slipping past Vance's secretary into his office.
"Ah, Gibbs, how goes the hunt?" Vance said expectantly, not looking up from his desk.
"The kid's helping, has a plan to go undercover but it's going to take time. Murder looks like it's tied to a larger crime ring."
"If you want a vacation, just say so. You don't need to go undercover every time you want to get away from the MCRT," Vance said with a smirk. "How expensive are we talking?"
"I won't spoil it for you, I'll let him brief you once Ziva and Tony come back. Kid could be one of my agents, sharp, smart, committed. He even went out and got a bunch of holes in his ears for his cover."
"That's unusual dedication, especially from a civilian. Last time we spoke, you had to put pressure on him. Why the '180' all of a sudden?"
"Just used the right kind of pressure, Leon." Gibbs smiled and turned to leave. "I'll call you when we're ready."
'Oh, joy,' Vance thought to himself.
NCIS
Tony and Ziva circled the rural airport for 15 minutes trying to find an open entrance. The area was so rural that GPS and cell signals were almost non-existent, but they finally found on not very far from where they first looked. Ziva, once again, sat shotgun because, once again, she lost the coin toss with Tony. She started to suspect the authenticity of the quarter he was using for these decisions.
The airstrip looked mostly deserted, a few Cessnas were littered about the field and in the hangars, but they found nothing luxurious until they happened upon a Mercedes-Benz in the main hangar. They kept yelling "Hello" until an elderly man with a bad hip slowly came out from one of the offices.
"Ah, quit your yappin, I'll be right down," he yelled from a platform.
Tony gave Ziva an amused look. Then once the man finally approached them Tony asked, "Lester Haltze?"
"That's me, young man. Who are you?"
"Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo and Officer Ziva David, NCIS."
"NC-what?" he said with a confused look on his face.
"NCIS," Tony repeated, "Naval Criminal Investigative Service."
"Navy? I think you got the wrong place. This is an airfield."
"Sir, we're investigating this man," Ziva offered Bronston's picture to the man, who held it up close so he could see.
"I don't recognize him, my dear, but I barely recognize what I ate for breakfast!" He chuckled.
"What kind of activity does this airport see? Seems somewhat remote," Tony commented.
"Oh, well mostly beginners fly in and out of here. Most of the time, they fly to Philadelphia to get practice over a variety of conditions. I teach an intermediate flying class."
"Does anyone use this airstrip for anything other than flying?" Ziva asked.
Haltze's hands started to shake. He quickly recovered by putting them behind him, "Oh, uh, no dear. Flying's really all an airport is good for."
Tony raised his eyebrow in suspicion, and eyed the old man's twitching arms. "Sir, we have reason to believe some people used this airport for vehicles that don't fly, and anyone impeding our investigation would be considered guilty of obstruction."
"Now wait, just hold on there," his look changed to one of desperation. "Yes, a- a few times a month some kids come with their loud cars and they drive on my strip when no one's using it, but they're good kids. They wouldn't tell me their names but they helped me with my medical bills since I gave them a safe place to play. I… probably wouldn't be here now if it weren't for their help. I don't know what you're up to, but they wouldn't do anything to your man."
"Do you have any security tapes of the hangars or the strip?"
"No, no. Anyone with any sense wouldn't try and steal a plane this close to DC without officially filing a plan, which can only be done by me. They'd be shot down before even taking the gear up."
"Thank you for your time," Tony said while turning back for their car.
Once they were both inside and the doors were closed, he whispered to Ziva, "Did you tell him something happened to our guy?"
"Nope, just that we were investigating him."
"What do you want to bet he's in deeper than the track owner?"
"The same that I'd bet that your coin is the same on both sides."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Tony quickly said while he turned on the engine and put the car in gear to drive off.
NCIS
McGee waited a little while before searching the building's gym for David. He knew they'd both need cool heads to sort through this. His search met with little success until he went into the men's showers and locker rooms. David had just finished his shower, and emerged still damp with the towel around his waist. They were both somewhat shocked to see each other. McGee looked at David. He still had to adjust to the change in the other's face, but noticed his eyes were puffy. He looked down at the hand holding up his towel, and saw his knuckles were bruised from using the punching bag too hard.
McGee tried to reach for him, but David lifted his hand to stop him and said, "Don't. Just don't." He turned and sat down on a bench and rummaged through his bag for his clothes.
Tim's walls fell. He couldn't take this anymore. "I screwed up," he said, just loudly enough for David to hear him.
David stopped, still looking at the floor, hand still in his bag. He sniffed.
"You were right. You should've been able to tell me everything when you were ready. Just… it all happened so fast and it made me question everything I thought I knew about you… about us." Tim looked from David to the floor, and slowly back to see if David had moved.
David quietly said, "Yeah," then put on his underwear under the towel.
"I'm really sorry," Tim said with his heart and his eyes.
David slipped on his shirt, looked up at Tim quickly then looked back down, and nodded his head.
Tim continued, "I wasn't ready to tell you 'I love you' in the lab because I just felt so lost, and I had been flying so high with you before that I didn't even know what to call the feeling."
"Don't…" David whispered.
"But I think I'm ready now."
"Don't," David said louder. "Don't say it now. Don't say it out of pain, or guilt, or pity, or just because I said it first or because I can't look at you without breaking my heart. Don't do that to me, McGee. I've been through enough." David buried his face in his bruised hands.
Tim slowly approached him, then went down on his knees in front of him. He took one of David's hands tenderly in both of his.
"I'm saying it because I'm ready. Because I can't imagine my life without you in it, and I never want to."
David breathed sharply, and Tim's eyes welled.
"I love you, David O'Malley."
David broke down sobbing, and pulled Tim into a tight embrace as they both cried together.
Through the fabric of Tim's shirt, he heard David say, "I love you, Timmy McGee. My Tim."
"My David."
After a few minutes, Tim pulled back and gave each of David's knuckles a kiss.
"You know, there are gloves we wear so this doesn't happen," Tim tried to joke.
"I know, I wore them," David choked out a laugh. "My workout regimen is so imbalanced. My stamina is a joke but I can lift anything."
They laughed and tipped their foreheads together like they usually did, though this time, David pulled away.
"Ow," he said, lightly chuckling, and massaging the area surrounding his new eyebrow piercing.
"Oh, sorry. I can't believe you did all this just for a cover. What will your coworkers think?"
"Ugh, forget the piercings. Shaving my beard was the hardest part of all of this. I don't think any of them have seen my chin before."
They both chuckled again and Tim leaned his head in, making sure to avoid David's right eyebrow this time. He stroked David's face with the back of his fingers.
"You're still Scruffy to me," Tim whispered.
"My Elflord," David said as he plucked one of Tim's ears. "I'm sorry I've been so angry. I just- I never wanted to be this again," he ran his fingers through his damp blue hair and looked at his painted nails.
"Shh… It's ok."
"No, it's not. I should've trusted you and given you time. I was afraid… I was afraid you'd look at me the same way I used to look at myself in the mirror when I was like this. I couldn't bear to think about that same look in your eyes that I saw in mine."
"Don't be afraid. It took me a little bit, but… this, the piercings, the hair, the dark clothes, it doesn't matter." He placed his hand over David's heart. "This matters. You can pierce and tattoo yourself from head to toe, but this will always be My David."
"Could you…" David started, "say it again?"
"I love you, all of you. And I'm here," Tim answered, and they shared a kiss that sparked Tim's world back to life. The pendant over his heart felt warm and in its right place again, his apartment was filled with music and laughter, and the familiar heat of the other man's body wrapped around him and drew him in like a magnet.
Tim slipped his hands around David's waist and felt the skin between his shirt and the towel. David opened his mouth to let Tim's tongue invade, and began tugging at his shirt while Tim slid his hands under the towel down to David's ass.
Between kisses David managed to say, "Are you sure? We're at work."
"I have never needed anything more than I need you right now," Tim said quietly.
Tim pulled David's shirt off as David undid Tim's belt and shirt. David reached into his bag to take out a small bottle of lube, then pulled Tim into the shower and turned on the water. They kissed and lashed tongues for a few minutes as the water heated and cascaded around them. Tim left wet kisses down David's body as he pushed him against the wall. Down on his knees, Tim faced his target, and took David into his mouth. David pressed his arm against the wall to stabilize himself and put his other hand on Tim's head, guiding him back and forth while entwining his fingers in the other man's hair. Tim's other hand groped up David's leg until he began to squeeze his ass. Tim's tongue swirled naturally around David's cock, causing him to gasp loudly.
Tim then seized David's hand on his head and pushed him up against the other shower wall. Tim was now grinding his cock between David's water-slicked cheeks while nibbling down his lover's neck.
"Please…" David pleaded, "In…"
Tim took the lube from David's hand and slicked up his cock. He guided it to his target and felt the pressure break as his head slid in. David hissed as Tim slid his one hand between David's chest and the wall while pulling David's head back against his. Tim slowly pressed his hips forward until he felt his base meet David's ass. David was tight, and his warmth combined with the risky situation and the steaming water made Tim sure that he wouldn't last long.
"Oh god…" He whispered into David's ear.
"Fuck me, baby. Show me I'm yours."
"Mine, love you" Tim said with a thrust forward.
David pushed his hand over Tim's on his chest and brought his other hand down to Tim's ass as they both gripped their bodies closer together. Tim pumped his hips while David gently moaned with each thrust. David's panting became harder as Tim pumped faster.
"Tim, I'm gonna-"
David's moan got cut off as his body shook, sending tightening ripples along his channel onto Tim's cock. Tim couldn't handle it and slammed as hard as he could into David, letting his load flood into his lover.
They stayed for a moment. Tim held tightly onto David as if he might disappear. Their breathing slowed, and Tim felt himself slip out from David's entry.
David turned and pulled Tim close to him.
"Love you," he said softly.
"Love you too," Tim replied.
The sound of the falling water echoed in the now quiet room.
A/N - Before engaging in unprotected sex, please know your sexual health status and use your best judgement with your partner(s).