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Ducky quietly sits at the table as he waits for McGee to be brought in, going over everything in his head that he wants to say and points upon which he wants to touch. He understood Abby's need to have a confrontation with the two people that had ripped their family to shreds.
Having been brought into the room, McGee sees Ducky at the table. As the door closes and locks behind him, he wonders what the man has to say. After Abby's visit, he isn't sure he is up for another, hers had flayed him open leaving him bare, and he simply hadn't been able to put himself back together. He tries to muster a bravado he doesn't feel.
Ducky quietly watches the emotions flit across McGee's eyes. He waits for McGee to speak, his own silence speaking volumes.
The silence becomes more than McGee can bear and he opens his mouth.
"Are you coming to ream me out as well? I'm certain by now you know that Abby has already paid me a visit."
Ducky shakes his head. "No young man, I am not here to 'ream' you as you say or do anything quite that vulgar. I thought perhaps we might have a tête-à-tête as two civilized adults."
Tim looks incredulously at Ducky. "I can't see that you would have anything civilized to say to me."
" Ahhh. There you are quite incorrect Timothy. I have a great many things to say to you and you are going to sit and listen."
Tim shakes his head. "I don't have to sit here. I can call a guard to come escort me back to my cell."
Ducky chuckles. "No, Timothy you can't. Anthony exerted some pull and no one will be coming to escort you anywhere until I have had my say."
"Do you know what we are going to do during our time together Timothy?"
"No. I can make some guesses though. Are you going to tell me how wonderful Tony is and how I am lacking? Tell me a story about someone I remind you of?"
"Far from that Timothy, you see you are the only one that seems to think you are lacking. While I don't argue that Anthony is an exceptional young man, however until your behavior recently I would have put you in the same category. I'll share my own observations with you and you will listen with an open mind. That is not open for debate."
Tim crosses his arms over his chest and glowers.
"Your expression of aversion will not change the facts at hand Timothy. You see young man, the only person you can set blame for your current situation is you. The course of events that have taken place have been your and yours alone. You allowed the manifestations of your past to taint your future."
"I have often wondered of late had you never written your books and received the praise and adulation from them, if this would have ever happened. Unfortunately that is something we will never know."
I have lamented the fact that when I fully became aware of the shift in your personality, I stayed silent. Nonetheless, I am not arrogant enough to believe that I would have been able to change or right the path on which you had set your sights. You were too ensconced in the desire to be the man you saw as the perfect ideal. One who had risen above all others around him."
You, young Timothy, have done yourself a great disservice. You were a fine young man, willing and eager to learn, bright eyed and believed in what you were doing as well as yourself, your family and friends. When you chose to reside in the Utopia you created, you lost that young man. That man was not able to survive that existence and disappeared."
Do not think for a moment that I'm telling you that you have multiple personalities. No, what I'm telling you is that you chose to wear a mantle of arrogance and superiority over what once was a mantle of humility and integrity. You wore that mantle with such pride that it overtook you to such a degree the lines between the two were no longer blurred and ill-defined but solid and complete."
"Still not a leader by nature you gravitated towards the one you believed to have the same superior mind as yourself and began to follow and emulate ZIva. That was where the two of you found your downfall; starting when you left Anthony without back up for two hours under the guise of a joke. That was the last time we saw even a glimpse of the Timothy we once knew existed."
You attached yourself to Ziva's way of thinking never once allowing room for doubt or her possible motives. But you could not let her be superior to you. Not because she was a woman but because although she had many of the attributes you hold in high esteem, the standards you set for yourself lead you to believe there was none better."
"The two of you began butting heads and your alliance started to crumble as both of you sought to best each other and make it clear to all those who would listen that Anthony was not worthy of the position he held."
"When Jethro came out of his coma and needed to sojourn to Mexico to regain his memory and equilibrium, the two of you once again joined forces to take Anthony down a few pegs all under the belief that you were more suited to his position than he was."
"Jethro then returned and took back his place as the lead rather unceremoniously and by his actions gave the two of you the belief that he saw Anthony as inferior as well."
"What managed to take you by surprise was Anthony leaving NCIS of his own accord along with the title of power he was offered and accepted at the FBI. I am sure you were astounded that someone offered him a position with a status that you believed not only did he not deserve, but for which you were far more qualified."
"Then Tobias as well as Director Vance set the record straight about not only Anthony's education, but awards that he's received over the years and job offers from multiple agencies including NCIS that he had turned down."
"You looked at him wondering why he would hide such things of great importance; things that you value highly and think deserve the utmost respect. How could he act like a child with a Harvard degree? Were you wrong all this time? Could you have misjudged Anthony's abilities? Did that negate everything you believed?"
"However, those valid questions which may have saved you from the path that further lead to your destruction were blatantly pushed aside as you saw your chance to become all that you believed was your due."
"Misinformed and delusional you stepped up certain that you would be able to walk in Anthony's shoes and ascend to greatness only to fail miserably. You sent Agent Dornegat out without back up."
"You failed because you had no understanding or concept of what such a position entails. You only believed that you were worthy, never giving thought to the possibility that you were not capable. Ziva not to be out done, believed her Mossad training and background gave her an edge."
"Which bring us to the chilling event that through both of your sheer incompetence and blind desire, lead to a suspect being able to sneak by two Federal agents and nearly killing two others. There is no defense or excuse that will manifest itself to justify what happened."
"The two of you behaved reprehensively and now will pay the price for that behavior and your exceedingly poor judgment. Ironic, the action that will find you with nothing to do but think was done without thought."
Ducky lowers his head and looks over his glasses pinning McGee with his gaze. "I would recommend that you take the time in prison away from all the trappings and frills that precipitated your downfall and search deep within yourself. Maybe you will be able to find the man you buried and see that he is redeemable and worthy. True forgiveness and change begins with ones self and takes time. Are you worthy of such actions?"
Ducky continues to hold Timothy's gaze waiting for an answer.
'I don't know any more Ducky. Abby's words have been playing repeatedly in my head and poking me in places that hurt. I don't know what I am worthy of anymore."
"I am a jumbled mess, all the events that Abby reminded me of play with her words. All my actions follow on a continuous loop and I feel like I am watching someone else. I know though that it was me…all of it. I deserve everything that's happening to me right now. I can't wrap my head around all that I allowed myself to do and what I have become."
"Abby swore at me Ducky. She used words that had I know she fretted about later. And her words hurt. Because they are true and because they came from the one innocent and big hearted person I know. But I will have a lot of time to think and for self-flagellation. I offer no more excuses and right now seek no forgiveness. I need to pay for my actions. I need to do some in depth soul searching and maybe in time I'll be able to forgive myself."
"Today, right now, I don't ever see how I can or will."
Ducky stands, preparing to leave the young man before him. He had accomplished what he was sent to do and in turn, what he needed to do for himself.
Tim looks at Ducky and asks. "Will everyone I have hurt be alright Ducky? Abby was so torn and hurt, Gibbs I can only imagine, and Tony…will he be ok?"
"In time the wounds heal, emotions settle and scars lighten. It is possible they will forgive as long as you find yourself again and truly seek their forgiveness. They all have a great preponderance for forgiveness. Forgetting is another matter. That may never happen, that scar will remain, and trust will have to be regained."
Tim nods in understanding.
"But all is not totally lost Timothy."
Tim looks at Ducky, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Who do you think asked if I would come here? I am certain that he also was quite aware that I needed to for my own closure. But Anthony asked if I would come give counsel and see if I might open your eyes."
Tim whispers quietly. "Abby was right."
Ducky looks puzzled with an unspoken question in his eyes.
"He is a better man."
"That may be true, Anthony has more than proven the type of man he is. But instead of dwelling overly on that, what you need to focus on is that he still believes there is something in you worth trying to save. Question is what will you do with that knowledge? And what type of man will you chose to be when your incarceration is over? "
Ducky leaves Timothy with that thought and walks out. He heads to his car deciding to drop by the hospital.
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Jethro talks Tony into lying beside him in bed since all the wires and machinery that once surrounded him had been removed. He knows exactly what he wants to do to the younger man and though they may not be able to get naked and make love at this time, he intends to drive the man crazy.
He is sure that Tony will exact payback at some point but even the thought of that isn't going to deter him from getting Tony next to him. Besides knowing the younger man as he did, he is sure the payback will be more than worth it.
Jethro feigns sleep until he hears the deep breathing of the man beside him and slowly opens his eyes. A feral smile crosses Jethro's face as he gazes at the man in his arms and plans his attack. Slightly turning his body so that he is face to face with Tony he begins sliding his hand down Tony's chest grazing over his nipples before continuing his journey down.
His hand continues past Tony's firm abs and stomach and gently grazes the jean covered cock. Tony moans and continues sleeping perhaps dreaming of the ghosting hand. Heartened by the moan and the fact that the man beside him did not wake up, Jethro this time makes the journey up Tony's body using his nails.
As he scrapes across the now hardening cock, Jethro pauses there, feeling the bulge grow beneath his fingers. Running his nails over it a second time, he is rewarded with a thrust into the touch. Not wanting Tony to wake up and disturb his play he continues the journey up the younger man's body this time raking his nails over the now pebbled nubs.
Jethro watches as Tony's breathing becomes more rapid and his heart beat erratic. He swallows his own moan as the sight in front of him brings all his own need and desires to the forefront. With a bit more pressure, his hand travels at a quicker pace down Tony's body once again.
Tony's cock, now fully erect strains against the confines of his jeans. Jethro grabbing the zipper slowly lowers it down wanting only to help the man beside him. After all, it had to be painful. The zipper down Jethro sighs as he nears his goal of having the man's cock in his hands. Looking around double checking that the door is closed and the blanket is covering Tony, he unbuttons Tony's jeans, allowing his cock to spring forth.
Jethro wasting no time wraps his hand around the shaft taking great pleasure in the velvet covered steel in his hand. Sighing at the fact that he finally had his hand wrapped around Tony's cock, he fails to notice the shock and amusement in green eyes watching his reactions, as the man they belong to struggles not to thrust into the hand holding his dick.
Tony isn't sure whether to stop him or continue, it feels too damn good and it has been too long. But this certainly isn't the place to pursue the much needed release. Just as he is about to tell Jethro to stop he feels the thumb run across the slit of his cock and press into it and that was it.
Biting his lip to stifle a moan he thrusts into Jethro's hand. Jethro looks into the eyes of the younger man seeing only a sliver of green. Capturing the other man's lips in a brutal kiss while he continues stroking Tony's leaking, throbbing cock, he only pulls back when they need air. Jethro whispers into Tony's ear. "I want to touch you, taste you, and make you cum as you scream my name."
Tony growls, over whelmed by the words and the desperate need for his release. "Jethro. God help me you need to stop. This room is never private." He thrusts into the warm calloused hand wrapped around his cock unable to stop. "Fuck! That feels so good."
Jethro's lips move to Tony's neck, his hand gripping tighter and stroking faster, he does not intend to stop now. He'll take Tony's gun and shoot anyone that walks in the damn door. Wanting more contact with Tony, but aware that too much more movement is going to cause his own body to revolt in pain he nips, licks, and kisses any area he can reach.
Tony, giving up the fight, begins thrusting his hips in earnest as he feels his balls start to pull in and tighten signaling he is nearing his release.
"So close." He manages to pant out as his body gives one last thrust his orgasm spilling forth and coursing through his body. Grunting out Jethro's name as he struggles not to scream, his body shivers as it struggles to calm down.
As Tony pants trying to catch his breath, the sight that greets him as he opens his eyes nearly stops his breathing all together. He sees Jethro's tongue lapping Tony's cum from his own hand.
Tony groans. "Are you trying to kill me Jethro? Do you know how sexy and erotic that looks?"
Jethro just smiles, his blue eyes aglow with lust as he continues until his hand is clean.
"Told you I wanted to taste you. Next time I'm getting it directly from the source." throwing Tony a lust filled leer. Tony melts into the mattress as the flames of desire flow through his veins with that thought.
Tony's voice an octave lower than normal and husky responds. "You are not going to be up for that kind of activity Jethro. Don't even tease."
Taking Tony's hand and placing on his own engorged cock. "Oh, I think you'll find I'm more than up for it. We'll just have to get creative."
Tony, unable to stop himself, runs his hand along Jethro's cock loving the groan that slips out of the older man's mouth. Deciding that his blue eyed man needed a release of his own he began to stroke only stopping when Jethro put his hand over his.
"I want to wait, I want to cum inside you the first time."
Tony swallows, moved by the heartfelt words and the meaning behind them leans forward and gently nips at Gibbs lips and kisses him. "That is something I look forward to."
Hearing foot steps outside the door Tony quickly refastens his jeans and sits up.
Ducky walks in the room smiling at the slightly disheveled appearance of both men. "I hope that I didn't interrupt anything." his eyes twinkling with mirth.
Jethro grunts. "Like that has ever stopped you before."
Ducky chuckles. "True, but I shall endeavor in the future to insure my timing is in the best interests of the two of you. I hope that you will be putting a lock on your door Jethro, to forestall anyone from walking in on a private intimate moment."
Tony out and out laughs. "There will be a lock! I've no doubt a certain Mistress of the Dark would try her best to catch us in such a position."
Ducky nods. "Very true my dear boy. Best be safe. I wanted to tell you I had my visit with Timothy."
Ducky looks at Tony. "You were right my boy, Abby's words were the catalyst to breaking him down."
Jethro looks between Tony and Ducky. "Why Abby's words? Tony?"
Tony sighs. "Abby's words would pierce through because of the power behind them. Every emotion would have played on her face and he would be witness to the breaking of her heart. He wasn't always an arrogant ass and I suspected that her words, emotions and the look on her face would be played in his head over and over and reach somewhere inside where that tiny sliver of the 'original' McGee, for better lack of word, was residing."
Looking at Jethro, "Don't get me wrong, I'm pissed as hell at him and he's damn lucky I didn't shoot him. I won't forgive or forget this for a long while. That being said, the part of me that remembers the little brother and the guy worth knowing wants to give him a shot at making it right though I don't expect miracles or things to be the same."
"But I remember what it was like to be tossed away and forgotten by family when I didn't do anything wrong, so despite my feelings about him at this moment, he is a member of my family, and I won't turn my back on him. I won't see him or talk to him right now, but I will make sure that he at least knows he has a chance if he can get his shit together."
"I couldn't get the feeling that I needed to do something out of my head and I knew that if I ignored it out of my own anger and pain over what happened that I wouldn't be able to get passed this. This is the only family I've ever really known Jethro and I couldn't just turn away."
Ducky nods. "A lot of healing will have to happen for all of us, but we will get through it. Anthony was correct about McGee. He's just started to grasp the full scope of what he did. Eventually it will hit him and he will have to deal with that, but now he knows that he's not totally adrift, that he has a life preserver. What he chooses to do with that will remain to be seen, but we have plenty of time."
Tony looks at Jethro a little nervously. "Jethro?"
Turning to Tony, he smiles. "I get it and I understand. Though like you I'm pissed and don't want to see either of them, you don't turn your back on family, blood or otherwise. We'll all just get through it one step at a time and deal with things as they happen. In this instance, I think it's the best we can do. What about Ziva?"
Tony shakes his head. "I never had the same trust and relationship with her. She was playing a game to which Eli may never get answers. For her duplicity concerning Mossad she is really a moot point. She will not be coming back to the U.S. Eli gave me his word."
Ducky nods. "Then it's as it should be. Now on to a more pleasant subject, have we had any word on Tobias and Mr. Palmer's date?"