Lost Love Found Love Chap 7!
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Chapter 7: Chaos Then Calm
A month has passed, and a new atmosphere has settled over the bullpen in team Gibbs area. The norm has become an uneasy strained work environment. Well, uneasy and strained for Dinozzo and Gibbs. McGee has no problem working as efficiently and effectively as ever while still not talking to Gibbs, Dinozzo or Abby unless its work related. He also has not told anyone about what he saw to bring this change about. Tim is still producing excellent work and his relationship with Ziva is growing stronger every day.
Ziva also has no problem working in this new environment although she wishes McGee would confide in her with whatever this problem is he has with the rest of the team. As much as she wants him to confide in her she refuses to push him for answers. She will not jeopardize her relationship with McGee over these people.
His friendship with Jimmy and Ducky also appears to be getting stronger. Jimmy seems to be more like a brother to Tim now which doesn't sit well with Dinozzo as he believes that's his position.
Tony's mood and attitude has not been good for a while and has steadily gotten worse. First McGee stops talking to him and then Ziva stopped their flirting/non-flirting dialogue and now Jimmy has moved into the brother role to Tim. Tony has had enough.
"McGee I've had it with this crap. You got a problem with me; fine let's get it out in the open and deal with it. I'm not going to continue to work like this. You have this whole team in chaos. Abby is crying almost every day, and no one can get any work done. So, what's your problem with me?" Tony shouted.
McGee ignored Tony and calmly got up and started to leave the bull pen. Tony jumped up and grabbed McGee.
"Oh no you don't; you don't get to just walk away. This is going to be settled here and now whether you want to or not." Tony snarled while grabbing McGee.
Everyone from the other side of the bull pen had rushed over after hearing Dinozzo's shouting and witnessed McGee reversing the hold Tony had on his arm and flipping Dinozzo over his shoulder. Tony landed with a loud thud on his back which knocked the wind out of him. But Tim was not through with him. He flipped Dinozzo onto his stomach and twisted his arm behind his back. He leveraged Tony's arm higher on his back which brought a grunt of pain from Tony. McGee then kneeled down and said in a very clear voice.
"I don't give a damn about if you can or cannot work. I don't give a damn about how much Abby cries. As a matter of fact, I just don't give a damn at all about either one of you but if you ever put your hands on me again I will beat you within an inch of your life. Do you understand me very special agent Anthony Dinozzo?"
Tony refused to answer. Tim put more pressure on Tony's arm near the breaking point.
"I will break your arm right now if you don't answer me. I asked you if you understood me asshole?" Tim repeated as he put even more pressure on the arm.
"Yeah, I understand you" Tony finally spat out as he finally understood Tim wasn't playing around and might actually break his arm.
After receiving his answer, Tim got up and walked out of the bull pen. Ziva jumped up quickly and followed McGee out.
Tony slowly picked himself up off the floor and flexed his hurting arm. He headed down to autopsy to have Ducky take a look at him. Something didn't feel right. That throw McGee had executed felt like it jarred something inside of him when he hit the floor. Gibbs, who had been spellbound by what he had witnessed finally, came out of his daze.
"Dinozzo, where are you going?" He asked.
"To see Ducky" he replied not bothering to stop or turn around.
Gibbs looked around the area seeing only the empty desks that were supposed to contain his team. 'What the hell is going on' he thought to himself. 'When did McGee learn how to execute that maneuver? Why was McGee refusing to associate with the rest of the team?' It was abundantly clear that he wanted nothing to do with Tony, Abby or himself but no one could figure out why. It was also abundantly clear that this was not a faze. McGee was not willing to compromise his stance on this situation and the people who McGee did talk to refused to give any information they might know. They would just say they were respecting McGee's right to privacy and he would tell them himself if he wanted them to know. The problem was McGee was not talking. 'Tony was right about one thing' Gibbs thought to himself. 'We can't go on like this; Something's gotta give.'
Tim and Ziva came back into the bullpen talking comfortably like nothing had happened and settled in at their respective desks and got back to work. Tony came back into the bullpen and glared at Tim which was ignored as McGee wasn't looking at Tony. Tony handed the note Ducky had written for him to Gibbs which stated Dinozzo needed to go for x-rays. Gibbs stood up addressing Tim and Ziva letting them know he was driving Tony to get x-rays. As they were leaving, they both kept glancing over at McGee who was ignoring them as he worked. They had been gone about a half an hour when McGee's phone rang.
"McGee" He answered and then listened. "Understood director but I think it would be better if I came up to your office and briefed you face to face."
Tim listened some more before ending the call. He then turned to Ziva.
"Director wants to know why we are the only two from our team here. I'll be right back."
Tim went up to the director's office and was there for about 15 minutes before coming back down.
"We're good" he told Ziva. He then looked around to see if anyone was nearby before whispering over to Ziva "Hey Sexy, you busy tonight?"
Ziva was trying to keep the smile off her face. She had no idea how out of all the men she had met in her life, this quiet unassuming genius was the one who always brought a smile to her face. He continued to make her feel a teenager going out on her first date? She tried not to look at him because she knew she would be goner if she did.
"Agent McGee are you asking me a question?" She tried to say in a stern voice but could not hide the smile in her voice.
McGee looked around again before whispering over to her again.
"Yes, I want to cook for you tonight and the only thing you have to bring is the dessert."
That was it for Ziva. She looked over at Tim with wide eyes and saw the sexy smirk on his face. She blushed from the top of her head down to her toes. Ziva hated when he did this to her. Well, she didn't hate it, but it was an inconvenience when they were out in public and he got her body tingling. She had started bringing an extra pair of panties with her as Tim would say or do something that would get the ones she was wearing soaked. Case in point, she now needed to change the ones she was wearing. Gibbs chose that moment to return.
Before anything else, Gibbs knew the first thing he wanted to do was talk to McGee about the scuffle between him and Dinozzo.
"McGee, with me" Gibbs barked as he started to turn away.
"What do you need boss?" Tim asked.
Gibbs stopped and turned back surprised his order had been questioned.
"I need you to come with me" Gibbs spat out.
"Where are we going?" Tim asked still sitting at his desk.
Gibbs stopped again and turned back but this time he walked over to Tim's desk.
"You have a problem obeying an order McGee?" He asked quietly, his voice laced with venom.
"You have a problem telling me why I need to follow you somewhere?" McGee asked calmly.
Gibbs was staring daggers at Tim who didn't even flinch.
"You and I are going to talk about that scuffle between you and Dinozzo." Gibbs bit out.
"No, we're not" Tim responded.
"What! Do you have any idea how close you are to being suspended for assaulting a federal agent and insubordination?" Gibbs snarled.
"Well, I guess Dinozzo and I will be suspended together boss." McGee replied.
Gibbs was staring at McGee like he had two heads. He didn't know what the hell had gotten into his JFA. Gibbs thought he would try another tactic.
"Why don't you want to talk about it?" Gibbs asked.
"What's there to talk about; you were sitting right there and witnessed the whole incident. There are no gaps to fill in. You saw and heard exactly what happened. You also saw and heard who started the whole thing. So, again, what do we need to talk about?" Tim asked.
"We need to talk about the fact that you caused Dinozzo to have bruised ribs and almost broke his arm." Gibbs snapped.
"First off, the asshole needs to learn to keep his hands to himself and second, I'll talk to you about that as soon as you tell me about your conversation with Dinozzo."
"What the hell do you mean my conversation with Dinozzo? Gibbs snapped.
"The conversation you had with him when you took him for x-rays. The conversation where you asked him why he tried to antagonize me into a confrontation. The conversation where you asked him why he grabbed and assaulted a federal agent who was trying to walk away and avoid an altercation? The very conversation that you seem hell bent on having with me right now. Tim stated.
Gibbs stood there staring at McGee not saying a word because of course he was right. They both knew Gibbs had not spoken to Tony about trying to antagonize McGee or grabbing him. McGee had done nothing wrong. Dinozzo had been the aggressor during the entire situation until McGee had been forced to defend himself. During their drive to the hospital, Gibbs hadn't said one word to Tony about it. He already knew why Dinozzo did it but that didn't matter because in the scheme of things it would just look like he was showing favoritism. Even though Dinozzo was the one who got hurt, McGee was actually the victim as Tony had instigated the incident from beginning to end.
Damn, Gibbs thought. He had blown it again. Why the hell didn't he jump down Dinozzo's throat for causing the altercation? How was he going to get McGee to talk to him if he wasn't able to show him that he wasn't playing favorites? Looking at this situation from the outside, Gibbs knew it would be impossible for his team to begin to heal unless McGee took the high road and let them back into his world. Unfortunately, McGee wasn't budging and none of them had given him a reason to. Well, not talking about it was definitely not going to solve the problem so he would just have to find a way to get McGee to talk.
"McGee, we can't go on like this; tell me what's going on? Why won't you talk to me? Gibbs asked.
"What? Are you kidding me?" McGee shouted. "I've tried to talk to you since the day I was assigned to this team and you never gave a damn. It took until now for me to finally give up on that pipe dream and move on. Now that frat boy and Goth girl are miserable now you want to talk to me. Well, the hell with that. I have nothing to say to you. If 'we can't go on like this' as you put it, then transfer me off your team otherwise learn to live with it just like I had to."
"Come on McGee, something happened for you to just stop talking us. It had to be something big but only you know what it is. If you won't talk to us, how are we going to be able to work together?" Gibbs asked.
"You and Dinozzo are a piece of work. Dinozzo has the nerve to come to me whining about how he can't work like this and that Abby is crying almost every day. And when Dinozzo instigated a confrontation and assaulted me you sat there and did nothing as usual. Now you have the unmitigated gall to come back here and say we need to talk? Why, because Dinozzo got the wind knocked out of him; because you think it's the only way we will be able to work together."
"Tell me Gibbs; where was all this concern when Tony and Abby treated me like dirt? I don't remember you seeking them out and demanding they have a talk with you concerning me. I've never heard you tell them they couldn't go on like that. Why was it ok to continue to work like that when I was the one who was getting hurt? When I was the one who was miserable? I'll tell you why; because you care about the two of them, but you don't give a damn about me. It's ok though because I've come to terms with that too. So, to bring this conversation to a close; I don't need or want you three in my personal life. I have no problem working with you people but if you can't work with me, transfer me and I will happily go on my merry way." McGee finished before walking off leaving a shocked and dejected team leader behind.
Gibbs thought about what McGee said but he couldn't process it all right at that moment. He looked at Ziva and told her he was going for coffee.
Ziva had been listening to their conversation and her heart hurt for Tim at some of the things he said. She was sure that even though those things happened a long time ago, Tim was still hurting from them. She did not know how Tim had put up with it all these years. He stopped talking to them for a couple of months and the team was in chaos. This was just more proof that Tim was stronger than them all.
Tim came back into the bullpen and looked around only seeing Ziva. He walked over to her and leaned down, so he could whisper in her ear.
"It's quitting time, let's go home so I can cook for my beautiful ninja."
Ziva smiled up at him and simply said "yes."
They put away their cold cases, powered down their computers and cleaned their desks before leaving. Tim told Ziva to go ahead, he was going to go brief the director. Even though it was quitting time he would feel better if the director knew no one from the MCRT was currently in the bullpen. Ziva said ok she would meet him at his place, Ziva smiled when she said that since Tim had already given her a key to his place, so she could come and go as she pleased.
The brief with the director took a little longer than Tim expected since the director wanted to speak with him on several things including a special assignment. Tim left the meeting with a big smile on his face.
When he arrived home, Ziva was lounging on his couch with one of his button up shirts on. He just stopped and stared at the those long beautiful tan legs. He followed those legs from her toes up to the top of her thighs where his shirt stopped him from seeing any further. He never hated one of his shirts more than he did at that moment. He could not tear his eyes away from her legs until he heard her speak.
"Do you see something you like Timothy?" Ziva asked coyly.
He finally looked up to her smiling face and gulped. "Hell Yeah" he stated.
He walked over and picked her legs up, so he could sit down and place her legs on his lap. He immediately started massaging them starting with her calves and working his way up. Ziva closed her eyes and starting groaning in pleasure as his massage worked the kinks out of her legs. As Tim's his hands went higher Ziva's groans of pleasure turned to moans of arousal.
Tim was massaging the back of Ziva's thighs and her moans were getting louder. He continued up until he was massaging her ass. Moaning loudly, Ziva turned over onto her stomach to give him better access. Now Tim placed both of his hands on her ass and continued massaging and kneading her panty clad ass. Tim was mesmerized by her ass and had zoned out as he continued his ministrations. As much as Ziva was enjoying Tim's hands on her ass, she was just about ready to jump up, straddle him and take what she so badly needed. She was always amazed at how quickly he could bring her to this point.
Tim finally came out of his trance and remembered he was supposed to be cooking for Ziva, not giving in to his own selfish desire to run his hands and tongue all over her beautiful body. Tim smacked Ziva on her ass which caused her to squeal and rise up in surprise. The then bent forward and kissed the spot he had just smacked. Feeling the kiss, Ziva turned back over hoping he would kiss her somewhere else also. Tim winked at her and lifted her legs as he got up. He saw the pout on her face and chuckled as he leaned down and gave her a deep loving kiss which she returned whole heartedly.
Tim picked Ziva up; chuckling at the squeak she gave and carried her into the kitchen. He sat her on the bar stool, so they could talk while he cooked. Tim ran into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. He came back out with just his boxers and a MIT shirt on. Ziva eyes lit up at his attire. Tim gave her a quick kiss and got to work on their meal. Ziva smacked him on his ass as he walked by her.
"Hey, watch it lady; my girlfriend is very jealous and just happens to be a ninja. I would advise you to keep your hands to yourself." Tim said in a fake outraged voice.
Ziva looked Tim up and down and deciding she liked what she saw she responded
"I will take my chances with this ninja you speak of. I think you are worth it, so she had better be good because I also know some techniques."
Tim smiled at her and walked back over to her and gave her a kiss that she felt all the way down to her toes. When he lifted his head, he gave her one of the smiles that she knew was just for her before going back to preparing their meal. Tim had his back to her, so he did not see the huge smile on her face. Ziva was thinking the hell with the food; he could go on kissing her like that the rest of the night and she would be all right with that.
As Tim cooked they had an easy flowing conversation. They talked about anything and everything. Ziva eyes followed him around the kitchen as he prepared their meal. Soon, the amazing aromas coming from the kitchen had Ziva's stomach grumbling.
"Tim"
"Yes baby"
Ziva's smile got even bigger at his response. She always got butterflies in her stomach and a tingle in her heart when he called her that. He said it in a way that made her feel like she was the most precious thing to him.
"Where did you learn to cook?" Ziva asked
Tim laughed. "MIT"
Ziva frowned. "I was not aware they had cooking courses there."
Tim laughed again. "They don't"
Ziva continued frowning. "Then how did you learn?"
"A good friend of mine taught me" he stated.
Ziva frowned deepened. "Who is she and what is her social security number?"
Tim really laughed now. "No need to be jealous Ziva and you are not looking up anyone to hurt them; as I said, just a good friend and HE wanted to be a chef."
Ziva calmed down hearing that it was a male even as Tim continued to chuckle. She looked at him and it caused him to really laugh again. Ziva started smiling as she could just imagine what her face must have looked like when she asked for the social security number. When she thought about their conversation, her frown reappeared.
"I still do not understand Timothy; why was a person who wanted to be a chef going to MIT?"
"Well Ziva, you know how my father wanted me to join the navy because he was navy and his father was navy?" At her nod, Tim continued. Well, Zach's father was the same way only with MIT instead of the navy. Zach's father went to MIT and his father went to MIT. Zach wanted to go train to be a chef, but he didn't have the money and his father told him he would only pay his tuition and living expenses if he went to MIT."
"Where is your friend now?" Ziva asked.
"He is the head chef at a very upscale restaurant in downtown DC. I'll take you there this weekend, so you can meet HIM." Tim stressed again chuckling.
Ziva joined in laughing with him this time as she didn't feel she had to go and kill some woman who might have had her Tim's affections.
Tim placed the food on the table along with a bottle of wine. He poured them both a glass and told Ziva to come sit. He held out the chair for her and when he had her seated, leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her lips. Ziva had a huge smile on her face as she watched Tim sit down. They ate the delicious meal Tim had created while they continued their conversation. Ziva absolutely loved these moments. They were not doing anything extravagant. Just her and her man enjoying a meal and conversation.
"So, Timothy, if your friend went to MIT how did he become a head chef?" Ziva asked.
Tim started laughing again before answering her question.
"Well, when Zach and I were trying to figure out how he could afford chef training, I noticed something about the way his father paid Zach bills. He didn't pay them; he sent Zach the money to pay them. He just wanted the invoice of the bill and the receipt stating it had been paid. He told Zach he would give him the money he needed, but he would not pay his bills. He said Zach was an adult now and needed to learn how to pay his own bills."
"I still do not understand how he got trained as a chef if he used the money to pay his bills." Ziva questioned.
"This is the devious part." Tim stated. "Yes, Zach had no choice but to pay all his MIT bills, but his living expense bills were a different matter. Zach and I searched the internet for the most expensive car we could find that was not a sports car or luxury car. When we found it, I had Zach send it to his father. His father sent the money and we went and bought the car. I took pictures of Zach sitting in the car in front of MIT."
"I still do not understand" Ziva stated.
"Just hold on sweetie" Tim said. "Now, we sent the invoice back stating how much the car cost and the bill stating the car was paid in full. We even sent copies of the title, registration and insurance which were all in Zach's name. Now, most car contracts give you 30 days to return the car with no penalty, so the following week Zach took the car back stating he didn't want it and two weeks later he received a check for his full refund back from the dealership. We went to the DMV and gave them copies of the paper work showing the car had been given back to the dealership then we cancelled the insurance. So now Zach had a huge sum of money to start his chef training but not enough to sustain the training."
"That is devious" Ziva said with a smile. "I now know I must keep my eye on you Tim."
Smiling, Tim continued with the story.
"Next we found the most expensive one-bedroom apartment we could find and sent Zach's father what the deposit, first and last month rent and the monthly payments were. Zach's dad sent the money and Zack signed the lease and got receipts for the payments. We sent copies of the signed lease and the receipts for the deposit and first and last month's rent. Apartment contracts also give you 30 days to cancel with no penalty. The following week, Zach went back and told management he didn't want the apartment after all. Two weeks later he received a check for the amounts of the deposit and first and last month rent. So, he had more money to finance his chef training. He also received a check every month from his father for the monthly rent. His father never asked for a monthly receipt for the rent since he was convinced Zach was living there by the signed lease."
Ziva was in awe at how Tim had masterminded this trickery to get the money for his friend, so he could follow his dream. She was starting to see how Tim was able to find clues when no one else could. He thought like crooks thought but used it for good. If Tim wanted to be a crook, Ziva did not think anyone would ever be able to catch him.
"But if Zach had no car and no apartment, how did he get around and where did he live?" Ziva asked.
Tim was really laughing now.
"Zach lived at MIT in the dorm rooms. He was my roommate. No one really needed a car to get around. We went to school where we slept, and the public transportation is very good in that area. We just caught a bus to where ever we wanted to go off campus. The only thing Zach really had to do to keep his father off his back was to attend MIT. His father would call his old friends at MIT and get secret reports on his son so he was satisfied. We knew about the phone calls, but it didn't matter because Zach had no problem attending classes and getting good grades. He attended his chef training at night."
Ziva started chuckling herself as she saw that the plan was brilliantly simplistic. Zach's father, who wouldn't pay for Zach's chef training, ended up paying for it anyway.
When the meal was done, they continued to talk as they sipped their wine. Ziva was watching Tim as he talked and for some reason it was turning her on. He was not talking about anything sexual but just sitting with him, listening to him, being in his presence was making her very horny. She could feel the wetness between her legs and finally couldn't take it anymore.
Ziva got up and walked around the table to stand in front of Tim. He looked up at her and watched as she unbuttoned his shirt that she was wearing. She then placed her hand on his shoulder as she reached down and removed her damp panties. She reached down inside Tim's boxers and pulled out his already hard member. Tim had gotten hard immediately when Ziva unbutton the shirt she was wearing. Ziva stepped across Tim, straddling him and lined him up placing him at her entrance before sinking down on him, hissing as he filled her. When she was completed seated on him she leaned forward and kissed him with all the desire she had bottled up inside her. Tim wrapped his arms around Ziva and kissed her back just as passionately.
Ziva started to move on Tim's lap. She alternated bouncing up and down on his shaft and completely sitting on him taking him deep inside of her and moving her hips back and forward. It didn't take long for Ziva to reach her first climax as she sat down on Tim hard, closed her eyes and came apart in his lap.
When she calmed down she opened her eyes and looked directly into Tim's eyes. She gave him a long kiss as she started moving again. She felt him still big, hard and deep inside her. She began to rotate her hips loving the feeling of him inside of her. Since she was not currently bouncing, Tim took advantage of this opportunity to lean forward and draw a breast into his mouth. Ziva's head went back and her mouth opened in a silent scream as an electric bolt went through her body when Tim's lips closed around her nipple. She started to rotate and grind harder now. Tim moved to her other breast causing Ziva to speed up as another climax was rapidly approaching. Ziva leaned back removing her breast from Tim's mouth before smashing her lips on his. When they came up for air, Ziva changed to bouncing on Tim. Tim could feel his own climax approaching as Ziva bounced wildly in his lap. Tim placed his hands underneath Ziva's ass and helped her bounce on top of him. Ziva bounced one last time and sat down hard grinding on Tim as her orgasm washed over her. Her climax caused her inner muscles to clinch around Tim's penis pushing him over the edge as he reared up and emptied his seed into her.
When they both had calmed down, Ziva slowly lifted her face from Tim's neck to look at him. Tim smiled that special smile at Ziva and she slowly brought her head down and gave Tim a long loving kiss. Ziva leaned back and smiled at him. She felt Tim starting to soften and took that as her cue to get up before they made a mess in the kitchen. As she rose up they both moaned when Tim came out of her with a plop. Ziva scampered into the bathroom attached to the bedroom while Tim continued to sit there with a sappy smile on his face. He didn't know if he would be able to move anytime soon.
"Timothy"
Tim turned his head to see Ziva standing in the bedroom doorway completely nude. His eyes drank in the perfect body and his body started to react boldly to what he was seeing.
"Yes Ziva" Tim finally responded.
"Are you coming to bed now?" she asked.
"Well, I was going to clean up the kitchen first." He stated.
"Ok, but you did tell me to bring the dessert and I just thought that after the fabulous meal you prepared for us, you would be ready for it. If you change your mind, I have prepared your dessert for you and it will be in the bedroom."
Ziva then turned and sauntered back into the bedroom making sure her hips swayed in a very enticing way. Tim was once again in a trance as he watched that mouthwatering ass sway back and forth as it disappeared into the bedroom. He was broken out of his trance when he could no longer see Ziva. Tim looked at the dishes and then looked at bedroom. People always told Tim he was a genius, but he didn't need a high IQ to make this decision. Tim went from not knowing if he could move to jumping up and dashing into the bedroom.
Three sounds came from the bedroom when Tim disappeared in there. First there was a feminine shriek followed by feminine laughter and finally lots and lots of feminine moaning. As much as Tim enjoyed his dessert, Ziva enjoyed it much much more.