Title: Tessellation (13/33)
Author: Emono
Rating: FRAO
Fandom: NCIS/Dark Angel crossover, mixing CSI's
Pairings: Jethro Gibbs/Logan Cale, Tony/Speed, Mac/Horatio
Series: The Not-So-Dark-Angel Universe
Disclaimer: I do not own either, why? Because I'm poor, that's why.
Summary: Logan sees something he shouldn't, and the look-alikes kiss and make up.
Beta: gil_follower
Warnings: AU, voyeurism, smut, slash, friendship

Prompt: "Tryst"

It was Logan's second day as an official NCIS consultant, though all his info on the Master computers was real. He hadn't changed a thing, only because Gibbs had promised him that all his records would be kept under lock and key. Thankfully, he hadn't been given an official title or badge…and his hours were undocumented…if only for the record.

Logan didn't know how, but Gibbs had worked out the sweetest of all deals with Jenny Sheppard. Logan was put on the pay roll, though small, and he could come in at any time…day or night. He didn't have a badge, but he had an ID and pass that showed he was an NCIS agent/consultant. Not to mention it gave him access to all parts of the building. This included the conference room, and his eye-scan was included alongside Jen and Gibbs.

Of course, there were days he got bored.

Like today, for example.

Logan wandered aimlessly on one of the lower levels of NCIS HQ. It took him an hour to admit it, but he was lost. Logan wasn't above asking for help, but he couldn't find anyone. He sighed heavily when he thought he hit a dead end, but it was just a sharp turn. He could hear voices, two men, so he perked up and quickened his step. But when he reached the corner, he realized the hallway led straight into a locker room. And in there was scene, something he knew he shouldn't be witnessing.

But he was curious, and who wouldn't look?

So Logan took the two steps back, nearly hiding behind the corner. Tony was there inside the locker room, along with another man. The man had dark hair, so thick it nearly curled…dark eyes, and scruff on his cheeks. He was a bit slighter than Tony, but he nearly matched in him height. He had a badge clipped to his belt (it looked like 'MDPD', but he couldn't tell for sure) and it looked like that gun discarded on the bench was his as well.

Wait…he took a closer look. He hadn't seen that man in almost 10 years…that was Tim Speedle.

"You shouldn't be back at work already" Tony stated, arms crossed and looking fierce "God, Tim, you just got shot two weeks ago."

"It's been long enough" the scruffy man cut the man off easily, tone saying that he favored the sarcastic and pessimistic side of things "I'm going crazy stuck in the house all day."

Tony's eyes showed hope, "You could stay with me for the rest of your leave?"

Speed smiled faintly, "People will talk, Anthony."

"Who cares?" Tony threw up his hands in defeat "Fine, whatever you want…like always. You've had me chasing myself up the wall with worry, and how you're going back to work instead of staying with me. It's not fair to us, Speed…you're putting all this stress-"

"I'm not-"

"Yes you are, Speed!' Tony's voice raised, causing Logan to flinch "If you would've just cleaned your damn gun, we wouldn't be fighting! No, you had to be lazy and try to indirectly kill yourself-!"

And apparently Speed had heard enough of that. Even Logan who didn't know the situation, knew that was too harsh…too blunt. Speed grabbed fistfulls of the Special Agent's shirt, turning and slamming up against the locker. Tony made a muffled noise, but glared in surprise and fury at the other. Speed was scowling, eyes cold…and just a bit hurt.

"I told you, the firing pin snapped!" Speed growled, pinning the other hard "The fucking thing was clean, I don't even want to hear that again!"

"You were shot, Tim" Tony used his greater strength to seize he man's wrists and flip them. Tony pinned the scruffy man, who yelped loudly when his shoulder jolted against the flimsy metal. Logan gaped when the Italian slipped his knee between the man's legs, pinning his wrists and leaning in so close his lips brushed the stubble on his jaw.

Tony's voice grew throaty, almost seductive, "You almost died…I almost lost you. You treat this like it's no big deal, but you almost left me."

Speed sighed, eyes glazed over, "I'd never leave you."

"You scared the hell out of me, Speed…and you didn't even bother to call me" Tony pulled back, looking hurt "A whole week into your leave, I got a call from H. He told me you'd been shot…offered to buy me a plane ticket to see you. Imagine his surprise when I said I didn't know you'd been injured!"

Speed winced at the man's angry tone, but didn't say a word in his defense.

"Why wouldn't you tell me that? Do you…do you even know how much you hurt me?" Tony rasped, his own bottle green eyes pained "Gibbs wouldn't let me go down to Miami to see you, he'd know I'd do something I regret. No…I had to stay here, and worry."

"It wasn't important" Speed retorted.

"Like hell" Tony took the man's mouth in a hot kiss, and from the moan ripped from Speed it was a ravishing kiss. Logan couldn't look away, the two moved in a natural rhythm together. It got heated with every passing moment, Tony let go of the man's wrists to wander to his hips and drift under his shirt. Speed's own hands gripped the Special Agent's hair and neck. He was the first to pull away, eyes still glazed and both panting.

"Remind me, Tony" Speed murmured, voice hoarse "Remind me that I'm alive."

Logan registered what was going to happen before he could even process 'Tony's gay? That's weird'. Tony almost growled, turning the other man around sharply and placing moist kisses along the back of his pale neck. Speed braced himself against the lockers, strong hands working his denim jeans down to mid-thigh. Tony pulled out a tube of lube from his pocket, barely getting his own pants down enough to free his hard, flushed cock.

But Logan wasn't looking at anything so carnal, his eyes were locked on their upper halves. After slicking himself, the tube was discarded on the floor. Tony gripped the CSI's hips roughly, thrusting in without mercy. Speed cried out, fists clenching, but it took only a moment before he was moaning and thrusting back against the brunette.

Logan noted there, in their eyes, love. Tony bit and sucked at the base of his lover's neck, whispering things to him too intimate for the younger brunette to hear. But Speed was obviously loving it, moving back into his lover and biting down on his lip savagely when the Agent's hand circled his cock.

"You're never leaving me" Tony repeated from earlier, his voice raw with emotion "If you ever, ever do something so stupid again…I'll lock you up in my apartment…chain you to my bed, amore."

Speed grinned, forearms now braced on the lockers to allow him more leverage, "I'd like that too much…and you know it, Anthony."

They both grinned at the private joke, still moving together. Time seemed to pause, except for this moment right there. To Logan, it seemed to go on forever…but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes, considering how hot they were for each other.

Years later and much too soon, Speed threw his head back and came hard against the metal of the lockers. It was obscene and artistic all at the same time, and Tony wasn't far behind his lover. Logan watched, a dark flush on his cheeks, as the NCIS agent's hips stuttered and he moaned low in his throat.

Wow…so that was what sex was like from the outside looking in. It was…wow…

The two stood there a whole minute, eyes closed and panting hard. But Tony pulled out, grabbing a towel off the bench and cleaning them up. He flipped his sated, boneless lover around carefully…fixing his pants and shirt, then his own. Tony collapsed on the bench, rubbing at his flushed cheek.

"Did I hurt you, love?" Tony inquired, a little guilty.

"No" Speed replied truthfully, still a little flushed as he cleaned off the lockers. He slid to the floor, tossing the cloth towards the trashcan and succeeding. They sat in silence for a few minutes, then began to laugh.

"Oh my God…" Tony rubbed his eyes with his palm "I can't believe we did that."

"It was different, to say the least" Speed grinned, amused "You almost never take control, Anthony."

"I've been on edge for a while…" Tony admitted, now running his hand through his hair "I'm afraid I've snapped at some people who didn't deserve it."

Speed raised a brow, "Like Gibbs' new lover?"

Tony's eyes widened, "How do you know about Logan?"

Logan bristled at his name, afraid he was going to hear something horrible.

"I've known Logan Cale for about a decade now…though I haven't talked to him since so long ago. Plus, not much gets by H."

Who the hell was H? Was he the same 'H' Daniel and Danny had told him about?

Speed continued, "He knows about Logan, and how you've treated him. He's…disappointed, Anthony."

The agent almost pouted, "I don't mean to. It's just…he kinda looks like me, right? So…it bugs me that Gibbs is in love with him. I mean, he's like a dad to me…I've always been the one Gibbs was nice to, at least…I dunno, Speed…"

Logan calmed down, heart warming…so even Tony saw it.

Speed grinned, "I get it, you're jealous."

Tony scowled, "Am not! And you're disgusting even to think it!"

"I don't mean it like that" Speed eased over to his lover, settling between his knees and resting his chin on his right knee "Gibbs is in love, and now he seems to only have a warm spot for Logan. But you're his Senior Field Agent Tony, his adopted son. Gibbs cares for you like H cares for me…like Mac cares for Danny. It's just the way it is…so don't be cruel, or else Gibbs will shove a foot up your ass."

Tony suppressed a chuckle, "Did I ever mention that I love you, Tim?"

Speed got up off his knees, leaning down and stealing a kiss, "Only when I go down on you."

Logan quickly scrambled out of there, flushed crimson.

//I can't believe I just did that! If I wasn't going to hell before, I sure am now.//

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~Later On~

"It didn't work."

Logan huffed, leaning over McGee's shoulder and eyeing the screen, "What do you mean 'it didn't work'? There's not much else he could have wired it through…we cracked his Spyware, it should be rolling over and whimpering by now."

McGee's fingers hovered over the keys, headset on his head and looking quite professional, "It's different at NCIS, Logan. We're not dealing with only pig-headed people in power or scared transgenics…these people are usually extremely intelligent, or at least can pay people who are."

"Run it through Faxfair" Logan suggested, eyes on the screen "We'll at least get the recipients of the e-mail…if not pick a code along the way."

"I'll run the Beta-program along with it" McGee's fingers flew over the keys, eyes set "Maybe we can get something with that. Worse comes to worse…"

"Logan?" they both looked up at this, the geek in the chair stopping his movements. Tony was standing there, looking well-scolded and anxious.

"Tony" he pushed his glasses up, curious "Can I help you?"

"Uh, I kind of need to talk to you" Tony gestured with his thumb "Outside, if you don't care?"

"Sure" Logan put a hand on Tim's shoulder "If all else fails, drill it with that brilliant Echo-program Abby and you came up with. It might delete some of the end codes, but we'll get the bulk. If we do, I'm sure I can mix and match it well enough for Jethro."

"Yes, Boss" McGee grinned at the soft cuff upside the head the brunette gave him "I'd rather be hit by you than him."

Tony scoffed, "Don't let Boss hear you say that, Probalicious McGoogle."

"That isn't the first time I've heard that" Logan gestured towards the door "Shall we, Tony?"

"We shall" Tony led him out of the poorly lit room, guiding him out into the hall. He stopped them at the top of the stairs, both leaning against the rail.

"Listen, Logan…" Tony started awkwardly, then tried to turn on his charm "I know we started off wrong, but…we both care about Boss, and I don't wanna be mean just to be mean. We gotta learn how to share Boss, or we're gonna end up slitting each other's throats."

Logan ran a tongue over his teeth, "If I recall, I've only responded to your shots.""Right, that's what I mean. Are you even listening?" Tony rolled his eyes "You've been hanging out with Probus too long, even he's learned not to take me seriously. Some stuff's been going on and I know I haven't treated you with the respect you deserve…"

"Actually, I get it" Logan assured him, eyes holding sympathy "If my lover had been shot, I'd be touchy to."

Then Logan kind of realized what he had said, and his eyes went wide.

"What?" Tony stated, deadpan "You know?"

"Tony, don't be mad" Logan took a step back, holding up a hand "But I kind of…uh…saw you guys the other day. How is Speed, by the way?"

Tony puffed up like an angry cat, fists clenched, "If you think for one God-damn moment you can hold this over my head, you're wrong. I won't be blackmailed by the guy who's doing my boss."

"Tony, stop" Logan glanced down at the bullpen, Jethro was looking up at them curiously "Tony, that's not what I mean at all. I don't care if you're gay or Speed-sexual or whatever. Tim's a good man, he cares, and now he cares about you…w-why don't you ask Jethro for some time off to be with him?"

Tony seemed thrown for a loop, and was shocked completely dumb when Jethro appeared at their sides.

"Something wrong, boys?" Jethro looked between the brunettes "Something I should know?"

"Jet, there you are" Logan smiled brightly "Tony needs some time off to be with his lover. They live in Miami, they've just been in an accident…you don't care, do you?"

Gibbs' gaze flickered to his underling, "I was wondering when you were going to ask about Speed. Horatio called me…the boy should be here by now."

"He is" Tony was beet red "So…how long do I have?"

"Eh, take a week" Jethro flinched under the glare his lover gave him "What?"

"Jethro, Speed lives Miami for Athena's sake" Logan nearly plastered himself along the man's side, his glare melting into an imploring look "Jet, for me? Give them two weeks…they never see each other. It's like as if I were back in Seattle…be reasonable."

Jethro cleared his throat loudly, "Take two, DiNozzo."

Tony grinned, sharing a grin with Logan, "Thanks, Boss. You rock."

They watched the Italian go, grabbing his stuff at his desk before getting in the elevator.

"Again, anything I should know about?" the silver haired man inquired, but the younger merely shrugged and rested his folded hands on his lover's shoulder.

Logan sighed, "I walked in on them having sex."

"Oh" Gibbs replied simply, then grinned "No wonder you were so eager to get rid of him…you can't look at him without picturing it, can you?"

"Oh Hecate" Logan scoffed, removing himself from the man "You have no freakin' idea."

TBC