Chapter 5
DISCLAIMER: However much I wish it was so, I do not own these characters. I'm going to simply let them play for a little bit and then put them back a little happier.
WARNING: Slash story - you have been informed!
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Tony DiNozzo stepped out of his shower and contemplated the day ahead while he shaved. He was thinking about going to a museum or just taking a drive. It was nice to not have anyone wanting a piece of him or being expected somewhere every minute of every day. He felt the tension easing from his shoulders the longer he was away from work.
He had been considering doing a runner these last few weeks as the pressure had built and built, but Jenny's intervention and then Abby, Ducky and Jimmy's support convinced him to stay. He rinsed his face and then patted it down with a towel. He brushed his teeth and then tried to artfully spike his hair. It had been a while since he had taken the time to do this, so it seemed to take forever. When he was finally satisfied with it, he splashed on some aftershave and then went into his bedroom to dress.
He chose a pair of very comfortable jeans (that just happened to hug his ass nicely!) and some Nike's. He finished off his ensemble with a forest green shirt that he had been told really brought out his eyes. He sat back down on his bed as he remembered that the person who had told him that had been Gibbs. A spike of longing went through him as he recalled the sparkle in Jethro's eyes when he had told him that. That comment had led to Jethro taking the shirt back off of him and then the rest of his clothes before showing him exactly what he thought of his green eyes. He shivered at the memory and let out a deep sigh. He was going to call Abby later and see if she could track down Jethro. Whether they were over or not, they had to talk.
He got up and made his way to the kitchen for some more coffee. He smiled to himself as he thought of Abby and waking up on the couch with her a few hours earlier. They had both been stiff from their sleeping positions and a little wrung out after their talk the night before. Even though it was only after 4am, he had made breakfast for them both and she had left to go home so she could get ready for work. He had changed to running clothes before they left the apartment and he had walked her down to her car. She had given him another big hug and had whispered in his ear: "Don't worry Tony-boy, everything is going to be alright." He had kissed her cheek and whispered back: "I sure hope so, Abs." before letting her go and watching her drive away with a faint smile on his face.
He had gone on a nearly hour-long run as his mind re-hashed the last three and a half months and then his relationship with Gibbs. He was still hurt, but his investigative mind took over and he started to look outside the box for an answer. He knew from experience that things were seldom as they appeared and sometimes were so out in left field, even he hadn't seen it coming.
He had felt a little better after his run and it put a smile on his face again, even if it was a small one. He grabbed his badge and gun and keys and opened his door to leave, still wearing that smile. It froze and then disappeared all together as he saw who was on the other side of his door with his hand still up, poised to knock.
Gibbs.
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Gibbs had driven almost half way to Tony's apartment before he started to wonder just how had he been able to do that? His truck started right up and appeared to be in good working order. He had been gone over three and a half months, it should at least have a dead battery! Unless….
Unless someone had come over and at least run it regularly to keep it going. The only person who would have done that was Tony.
Besides the fact that he was the only other person he trusted to drive his truck, Tony was the only person he knew thoughtful enough to take care of that.
He then started thinking about the outside of his house and realized it was neat and well tended. Tony had either hired someone to do it, or most likely done it himself when he came over to run the truck. He remembered being surprised at how much Tony enjoyed cutting grass and yard work until he had told him that some of his best summer memories as a child were working with the lawn crew his father employed on their estate. They had not minded the lonely child helping them out and showed him how to work nearly every lawn care machine they had. They found out in the process, that he had a green thumb and an eye for design when planting.
The realization that Tony still cared enough to take care of the yard work and his truck, gave him hope that they could still work it out. All he had to do was open his mouth and explain what happened. He knew Tony was a fair and very forgiving man, he hoped that extended to Gibbs when he was being a dumbass. He drove a little faster in his haste to make things right between them.
He arrived at Tony's apartment to see Abby's car parked next to Tony's Mustang in the lot. He drove around to the back of the lot, where his truck blended in, and settled down to wait. He would go up after Abby left. He wanted to have a private conversation with Tony.
He didn't have long to wait. About 10 minutes later they both came out of the complex and Tony walked her to her car. He frowned as he noticed Tony had lost at least 15 pounds, maybe 20. He looked tired and a little haunted. He again kicked himself as he realized his leaving probably had a lot to do with Tony's current health.
He smiled as he saw Abby hugging him and that it brought a faint smile to Tony's face. That's my girl! he thought as he watched them. They briefly spoke before Abby got in her car and left. Tony watched her drive away and then took off for a morning run. Thankfully, in the opposite direction from where Gibbs sat in his truck. It was still not fully light out, but he had no doubt Tony would have recognized the truck if he had come this way. He mentally reviewed the routes Tony would take, since he used to run with him, and again decided to sit back and wait.
It was nearly an hour later when he returned and Gibbs was just on the verge of taking off to make sure he was okay when he saw him walking back up to the building. He looked winded, but otherwise perfectly fine. Gibbs took a deep breath to ease the worry that he had worked himself into, and then sat looking at the door Tony had just gone through.
This was the moment.
What was he waiting for?
What if he hates me now? What if he's decided he's better off without me? What if he's decided I'm not worth the trouble anymore?
These questions chased themselves around in his brain as he sat staring at the apartment complex door Tony had entered through. He went over the same questions over and over again until he realized nearly 40 minutes had gone by. Tony would be done with his shower and breakfast and might leave any minute. If he didn't suck it up, he would lose this chance. He took another deep breath and finally got out of the truck and made his way inside.
He walked down the hall to Tony's door and stood there for a few minutes getting up the courage to knock. He had just raised his hand to knock, when the door was opened and there he stood.
Tony.
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Tim had been up since about 4am after giving up on sleep. His dreams were disturbing and extremely unsettling. His sub-conscience had held a mirror up to his actions, and he was ashamed at what he saw. This last time he had struggled awake, he saw a vision of Tony's face with a look of deep hurt as he and Ziva mocked him as they stood by his desk. He had hoped that image was just a figment of his tortured psyche, but after fully waking up, he had remembered the scene in his mind was real.
This had been not long after Gibbs had left and Tony had asked Tim to look deeper into the Renny Grant case just to be sure. Tim had snapped back at Tony, telling him that he had done his job and Tony should just take care of his own work. Ziva had joined in berating him and they had both closed in on him as he sat as his desk. He remembered seeing the hurt look on Tony's face as he had looked back and forth between them and he knew he had been happy about scoring a direct hit and causing him pain.
As he sat in his tangled sheets in the middle of his bed, he scrubbed his hands over his face. How could he have done something like that? Especially considering Tony's response to his insult. As his mind woke up more, he remembered he also had questions about the Renny Grant case after looking it over yesterday. He jumped out of bed and booted up his laptop while sitting on his couch. That look on Tony's face would always stay with him, but maybe he could do something about Renny Grant.
A few hours later he sat back on his couch and stared at his computer.
He had looked further at the money trail and the timelines, and he now had positive proof Renny Grant was not the embezzler. He had been in Iraq when someone had moved the money from a terminal right in the Pentagon. The access logs that he had used to as proof of Renny's guilt had been faked to falsely point to him. He felt sick to his stomach as he realized the implications of his sloppy work. He might have cost an innocent man years of his life and the ruination of his career and reputation. All because he thought he was better than Tony and shouldn't have to listen to him!
"Damn it!" he yelled as he pounded his fist into the couch.
He saved everything to a thumb drive and put everything he had printed out together in a file and put it all into his backpack. He rushed into his bathroom to shower and then dress. He was going to wait until Tony came back to talk to him about this case, but he couldn't wait anymore.
Renny couldn't wait anymore.
He grabbed a breakfast bar as he rushed out of his apartment 10 minutes later. He was going to fix this today. He hoped he could get Renny released before the end of the day.
Twenty minutes later he practically ran out of the elevator into the Bullpen. It was still pretty early and he only saw a few other people there in other areas. He booted up his desk computer and then checked a few things he only could from the secure NCIS server.
"Got them!" he exclaimed out loud about 40 minutes later.
"Got what, McGee?" Agent Balboa asked him from Tony's desk. McGee had been so into his searches that he had not noticed Balboa settling at Tony's desk or Franklin now sitting at Gibbs' desk.
McGee looked up, surprised that he was no longer alone.
"Sir! I'm glad you're here! I came across a big mistake in a file yesterday and we have to fix this right away!" he said excitedly as he jumped up and took everything over to Balboa.
"Whoa, McGee! Slow down, what mistake?" Balboa asked him as Franklin leaned back in his chair to listen in. Ziva was not there yet, so McGee was their sole focus right now.
McGee took a deep breath and laid out everything he had found about Renny Grant's innocence and just who might be responsible for framing him and actually taking the money. Franklin had gotten up to look over the info as McGee was relating the story.
"I agree this needs to be corrected today, but I find it hard to believe this got past Tony." he remarked while looking over some files.
McGee put his head down saying, "It didn't, that was my fault too."
Both Balboa and Franklin looked up from what they were reading and focused on McGee.
"Explain!" Balboa ordered, giving McGee a hard look.
"Um, Tony asked me to go over what I had found in the access logs to make sure we didn't miss anything, and I got really snotty with him." Balboa and Franklin exchanged a disgusted look as McGee continued. "I basically told him he didn't know what he was talking about and it was not my work that he had to worry about, it was his own." he finished in a small voice.
"What was his response to that?" Franklin demanded.
This was the worst part, thought McGee.
"He, ah, he said that I was right and that he should not have questioned me. He told me he was sorry, and that he trusted me to do the best job." this last part was said in a very quiet voice with McGee's eyes firmly on the floor.
The silence stretched out as McGee continued to study the floor. Balboa was looking at Franklin and they both had the same thought running through their heads - This just keeps getting better!
"McGee!" Balboa barked out, making Tim jump as his head snapped up.
"Y-yes Sir?"
"Grab everything you have and follow me!" Balboa instructed him as he strode off towards his area of the Bullpen.
McGee quickly gathered up his findings and rushed off after Balboa.
Franklin shook his head in disbelief as he sat back down at Gibbs' desk. He went back to his work after noting David had another 15 minutes before she was late and in even more trouble than she already was.
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Gibbs lowered his arm and was disappointed to see the small smile on Tony's face disappear as he realized who it was standing at his door. Tony's eyes searched Gibbs' face as they stood looking at each other.
Tony noted that Gibbs looked even leaner and a lot tanner. He also noted that Gibbs had let his hair grow, but his face was still clean-shaven. He thought the longer hair looked good on him, made him look younger, despite the color. He also noticed the color was a little lighter and he wondered if silver hair on other parts of his body had lightened too. He snapped himself out of those thoughts and cleared his throat.
"Gibbs, what can I do for you?" he asked in a neutral tone.
Gibbs had been drinking in the sight of Tony. Despite the weight-loss, he looked pretty fit, up close. He was wearing those sexy, tight jeans on those long legs and that shirt that highlighted his beautiful eyes. He recalled the last time Tony had worn that shirt, they hadn't gotten out of bed for nearly a day. He and Tony had done the most delicious things to each other…he was relishing the memory of those long legs wrapped around him when his train of thought was interrupted as he realized Tony was speaking to him.
Looking again at Tony's face, he saw a questioning, and slightly amused look on it.
"What?" he stupidly asked, mentally berating himself for not paying attention.
He noticed Tony's mouth quirk in a slight smile as he repeated himself.
"I asked, what can I do for you Gibbs?"
"Ah, could I talk to you? I really need to talk to you." he nervously asked.
Tony searched his face again, although he was clearly surprised by the answer Gibbs gave. He stepped back to allow the door to open wider and replied, "Okay, come in."
Gibbs hurried inside before Tony changed his mind, noting as he passed by the gorgeous man, how good he smelled. That set off another memory of him tasting every inch of Tony's body and recalling just how good he tasted. He clamped down on those thoughts as he moved into Tony's living room.
Not now! he told himself. Maybe later we could…STOP IT! he yelled at himself. His breathing had sped up thinking about a naked Tony and he needed to be in control of himself if he was going to fix this and take care of the threat Ziva posed.
Ziva.
That served to straighten him out quickly. They had a big problem with her and they needed to act fast, but first he would try to fix them, if he could.
Tony had his own stroll down memory lane as Gibbs passed by him when he came inside. He got a whiff of sawdust, Old Spice and something that was just Gibbs. He shuddered as he recalled breathing in that scent as he made himself at home between Gibbs' legs…licking downward from his stomach to…He stopped that train of thought as he closed and again bolted his door. He took a deep breath to calm himself as he joined Gibbs in the living room. He noticed, with more than a little hope, that Gibbs seemed to be having just as hard a time reigning himself in.
"Sit down, do you want some coffee or water?" he asked the older man.
"Thanks." he replied as he sat on the couch. "Nothing to drink, I just need to talk to you." he saw that Tony was again surprised at his answer and he tamped down the disappointment he felt when Tony sat as far away from him on the couch as he could.
"So, talk." Tony replied after sitting down out of Gibbs' reach.
Gibbs turned slightly to face Tony.
"I'm sorry." he started as Tony raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I can't imagine what you thought when you came home that night I left, but it's not what you think." he began.
"Oh, really?" Tony's eyes flashed dangerously and every rational, investigative thought he had just had that morning flew out the window.
"I don't know Gibbs, your intentions were pretty clear cut! If you wanted me gone, throwing out the food I liked was a nice touch, but that was a little extreme, even for you!" his voice had steadily risen as the hurt and ache resurfaced with a vengeance.
He launched himself off of the couch to pace in front of the coffee table.
"I mean, there's getting your point across and then there's overkill!" "A simple note with a Get Out! would have worked just as well!" his pacing increased in intensity as he wound himself up.
"I knew you were a bastard when we got together, but stomping a gift to me into little pieces goes beyond the pale!" he was quickly losing his grip on his emotions as the scabbed over hurt was again ripped open to allow fresh pain in.
Gibbs jumped up and placed himself in Tony's path and reached to grab his arms while saying, "NO! No! That wasn't it, that's not what I meant…"
Tony stopped and wrenched himself back away from Gibbs' reach.
"NOT WHAT YOU MEANT?!" he yelled.
"Jesus Gibbs, I never thought you were one for symbolism, but your destruction of everything related to me PAINTED A PRETTY CLEAR, FUCKING PICTURE, DON'T YOU THINK?!" he had again moved towards Gibbs and was now shouting this last part directly into his face.
"Please, Tony."
This quiet plea and the anguished look on Gibbs' face was like a bucket of cold water thrown on him. He stepped back while he regained some composure and took a good look at Gibbs. Gibbs had made no further attempt to touch him, but he could tell he really wanted to. His hands, down by his sides, twitched occasionally and worried the fabric of his jeans between his fingers. He looked absolutely miserable and Tony thought he detected the sheen of tears in this eyes.
He took a few deep breaths to calm down some more and again took a seat on the couch. While still wary of his treatment by Gibbs, his rational mind was starting to reassert itself and a little voice was telling him there was more to this, let him explain.
"Okay, so talk." he said again.
Gibbs seemed immensely relieved Tony was giving him a chance and also took his seat, but sitting no closer to Tony than before.
"When I got home, I was really mad. I was angry at all the bureaucrats, at Jenny for not stepping in and at myself for not remembering sooner to stop it." he took a deep breath and was happy to see Tony nod slightly for him to continue.
"I was sitting on the couch and the loss of my girls was new again, it hurt so much." he whispered while dropping his head and closing his eyes.
"I started looking around and noticed all the changes in the house, but I didn't remember you brought them." he continued.
"All the changes made me angry all over again, but not at you!" he quickly added as he looked up and looked Tony straight in the eyes. "I still didn't remember what you meant to me, I thought I was responsible for all the changes." he explained.
Tony had a puzzled look on his face, but did not interrupt.
"I was mad at myself for moving on and enjoying myself after losing my girls." Jethro had tears coming down his face now, but he didn't seem to notice. An understanding dawned on Tony's face to be replaced by a sad, worried look as Jethro continued.
"I went through the house tearing up or destroying what I thought was me, enjoying life after losing my girls. I remember not believing I had changed so much! I thought I had sold out their memory." Jethro sniffed, but the tears still flowed down his face.
"I went in Kelly's room and I was pretty relieved that it had not changed. I sat in there and calmed myself down. I decided I didn't want any part of the new me, with all the fancy suits and ties (Tony smirked at this) and made the decision to take off to Mexico. I'm still kicking myself for that decision." he said quietly.
"I avoided all thinking when I got there and threw myself into repairing Mike's hut full-time. The manual labor tired me out and I didn't have to face anything for quite a while. There's only so much you can do to a hut though, so when I ran out of steam my mind started working overtime."
Tony nodded at him, but still said nothing, so he continued.
"I remembered all the ex-wives, and Ducky and Jenny and Abby, and then you." At this point, Jethro dropped his head and started worrying the hem of his jeans again with his fingers. This was the most important part, he thought, if he's going to forgive me, he has to know this part.
"I remembered a lot about you. I remembered your laugh, your voice, your smile and those eyes. I remembered feeling an instant attraction when you tackled me in Baltimore. I remembered when you came to work at NCIS and how we instantly clicked. I remembered enjoying going to work because I would get to see you and I remembered trying to hide my smiles when you made me laugh so the probies wouldn't think I had gone soft." Tony quirked his own, fond smile at this admission, but he still said nothing.
"I remembered cases and worrying about you and being so relieved when you were okay at the end of the day. I remembered thinking I was really falling in love with you, but not knowing if you could ever feel the same about me. I remembered that case with Sgt. Atlas where you were kidnapped and I was terrified I would never get to tell you how I really felt. I remembered taking you back to my place after we got you back safe and finally letting you know how I really felt." Even though Jethro's face was down, Tony caught the soft smile that crossed it as he replayed that memory in this mind.
"I remembered you moving in and how good it felt. I was so happy coming home to you. I remembered watching you sleep. I remembered making love in every room in the house. I remembered thinking I was one lucky bastard to have you." he softly said.
"Then I remembered what I had done and realized what you would think of it. I knew I had fucked up, badly. I remembered what you had told me about your childhood," Tony winced at this, "and I knew what I had done would destroy what we had built." Jethro's tears fell again as he contemplated all he may have lost.
"I remembered things you had told me, and I knew you had given me your heart, trusting I would be careful with it, and I had stomped all over it. I thought back to everything you had done for me and how you had healed me, and I knew you would probably never forgive me for what I did, knowingly or not." Jethro again, had that miserable look on his face, but Tony still said nothing.
"I remembered when I got back home, that you had taken care of Kelly's room for me. I realized that you had also taken care of my truck and all the yard work even after I was such a bastard to you, and I realized I didn't deserve you, but I still want you. I ache for you Tony. My life is devoid of all happiness without you in it. If you would even consider giving me a second chance, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I know I don't deserve it, but would you think about it?" he finished, while still staring down at his hands.
It was very quiet in the room for a few minutes. Jethro was out of words, he had to hope it had been enough. Tony had not yet said anything. The suspense was eating at him and he stole a quick look at Tony to see if he could gauge his reaction. Tony was staring off into space, with a blank look on his face. Jethro's heart sank. Not the reaction he was hoping for. He began to try and wrap his mind around an empty life without Tony, when Tony cleared his throat and focused back on him.
His heart picked up speed as he awaited the verdict on whether he would be granted yet another chance at happiness.
"Wow. That was not anything I expected." Tony began. "When I went running this morning I actually thought about some bizarre reasoning you might have had to do what you did, but I never came close to this."
Jethro's heart started breaking again. Tony didn't believe him. He again lowered his head, he couldn't bear to look on that beautiful face that would never be his again.
"You know, my life these past three and a half months has been pure hell." Tony stated, conversationally. "You're ringing endorsement of You'll Do, fell flat in the peanut gallery." Jethro flinched upon hearing this, but he did not comment. "Not that Tim and Ziva ever respected me all that much, but it's hit an all time low." he said bitterly.
"However, with the Director's help and Abby, Ducky and Jimmy's support, we have tried to right the ship." he stated.
"How is that going?" Jethro ventured to ask.
"Huh" Tony snorted "It's going. I think Tim is sufficiently scared of me to be able to rebuild that relationship, but Ziva…" he sighed deeply "Ziva, even knowing my educational and professional background still has zero respect for me." he sadly finished.
"I think she and the MCRT will be parting ways sooner, rather than later. She can't get over herself and I can't shake the feeling she is up to something more." he said.
While Jethro was supremely grateful that Ziva had not fooled Tony, he was also unbelievably sad that he had helped contribute to Tony's difficulties and that what he had with Tony was over. His emotions must have shown on his face, because Tony asked him, "What are you thinking?" with an neutral look on his face.
" I was just hoping that we could still be friends…" he started sadly.
"You want to be - friends?" Tony asked him incredulously.
Jethro flinched at the tone of Tony's voice, but he pressed on.
"Well, I hoped…"he began again, only to stop abruptly as Tony slid over on the couch right next to him. Tony moved very close and said directly into Jethro's ear in a deep, husky voice, "You know what I hope?
He moved back to gauge Jethro's reaction and smiled when Jethro was only able to respond with a negative shake of his head.
"I hope," he said seductively as he kissed the tender spot below Jethro's ear, making him moan, "that we can be so, much more than friends." he finished by kissing a trail down Jethro's jaw line as he moved to straddle Jethro, settling down facing him in his lap and pressing his body as close to him as he could.
Jethro's arms came up around Tony's back and he pulled him down into a deep, passionate kiss. They both moaned into the kiss and they both felt like they were coming home. They finally came up for air with their foreheads resting on each other, panting deeply. Tony placed his hand on Jethro's chest and pushed himself back so he could look into Jethro's eyes.
"If you ever, EVER, do anything like that again to me, I promise you will never see me again. Are we clear?" he asked with a deadly serious look on his face.
He chuckled when Jethro swallowed and then nodded solemnly.
"Out of words, huh? I think you used up your quota for the next five years this morning! That's okay, you don't have to use words, you can just show me how you feel."
He broke out into that huge grin that Abby called the DiNozzo Dazzler when Jethro got a feral gleam in his eye and smirked as he pulled Tony close to him and then flipped them so Tony was laying on the couch with Jethro between those long legs.
Tony laughed out loud when he found himself spread out underneath Jethro in the blink of an eye.
"I guess hut repair has some advantages!" he remarked as he squeezed Jethro's ass through his jeans. "Mmmm, even firmer than before!" he purred.
Jethro moaned as he ground his erection against Tony's while nibbling on his neck causing the younger man to take a sharp inhalation of breath at the sensations.
"I have a few words left" he whispered into Tony's ear.
"Oh, yeah? Like what?" Tony replied breathlessly as he pushed back against Jethro.
"Like" kiss "I" nip "Love" nibble "You!" kiss Jethro teased him as he kissed his way down towards Tony's chest.
Tony moaned through this sexy little onslaught and squirmed beneath Jethro as his clothes became increasingly uncomfortable.
He had been running his fingers through Jethro's silvery strands and he used them to pull Jethro's face up to his for another deep kiss. Jethro moaned into the kiss as he became impossibly harder with that action.
Tony chuckled as he finished their kiss. "I forgot how much you enjoyed my directing things." he smiled fondly at the look of need on Jethro's face.
"I love you too" he seriously replied. "I guess we're going to have to work on keeping you away from anything explosive from now on, your mind does not react well." he sighed out as he resumed stroking Jethro's hair.
Jethro nuzzled into his touch and then replied, "Don't think I have another explosion in me." he kissed Tony again when he felt him tense under him at those words, until he was completely relaxed again. "I'll stay away from explosions, if you stay away from bullets as much as you can."
Tony snorted, "Yeah, right! In our jobs, that's like Ducky staying away from dead bodies!"
He laughed at the Well, duh! expression on Jethro's face. "Okay, Okay! I get it. We'll both be more careful!" He ran his hands again down Jethro's body to cup his ass and squeeze a little, making a small growl come out of the other man as he ground their erections together again.
"Yeahhh…Back to more of that!" he said in a deep, husky voice. "I think we'd both have more fun though, if we were on the bed." he managed to get out.
He gasped as Jethro was immediately up and standing next to the couch. Jethro took a few seconds to take in Tony's debauched appearance: Hair sticking in up in all directions from his fingers running through it, lips slightly swollen from his kisses, shirt pushed up to reveal impressive abs, legs spread, an impressive erection straining at the zipper to his jeans, and the most delicious, dazed look in those beautiful, beautiful green eyes.
And it's still all MINE! he happily thought as he grabbed one of Tony's hands and hauled him up from the couch to stand close to him. Tony caught his breath at his sudden change in altitude and wrapped himself around Jethro's body to steady himself. Jethro wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly as he just reveled in being able to hold Tony again.
Tony pulled away after a few seconds to take one of Jethro's hands and pull him along behind him as he made his way to the bedroom.
"C'mon He-Man, we have some catching up to do!" he told him as he led them into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
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Ziva was smiling to herself as she drove away from Gibbs' house. That had gone perfectly!
Gibbs is so predictable, she thought, you just have to know which buttons to push!
Men were so easy to control. she mused. Except her father. She thought sourly. He always seemed to know what she was doing and when she was lying to him. It didn't stop her from trying though. One day, she would find a way to get around him.
Gibbs, though - simple as cake! Play the daughter in distress, and he would move mountains to do her bidding and make it all better.
She chuckled to herself as she thought back on how many times she had used that against him. Granted, it hadn't worked as well after her 'team' dinner party, but it still worked to an extant.
It had never worked with DiNozzo, however.
Her brow furrowed as she contemplated that. The damsel act had never made him bite. Yes, she had maybe come on strong when they first met, but she had turned up the seductress act to control him, but it had never worked. She knew he was bi-sexual, so that couldn't be it. It certainly was not that he did not find her attractive, she knew he did. She had caught him looking at her enough times to recognize his lust. It could not be that he was seeing Gibbs at the time, she read his type perfectly - fidelity was not something he took seriously.
She had driven back to her apartment so she could take her early morning run. She locked her car and then took off on the paths in the park across from her building.
She mulled over the mystery that was DiNozzo as she wound her way through the park.
Even if he did not find her attractive (Laughable! she thought), his need to protect women should have been just as strong as Gibbs'. He was, however, a fierce protector of those who could not fight for themselves. Perhaps since he knew she had superior Mossad skills, he had never seen her as someone needing protection. That had to be it! She cursed her superiority in Hebrew. Well, there was nothing to be done. Her confidence and skills were not something she could easily hide. She finally concluded that Gibbs must have seen the looks Tony sent her way and had jealously warned him off.
She chuckled as she slowed down to a walk as she came back to her apartment. Yes, that was it. Gibbs had told his 'boy' that he was not to touch.
Gibbs was certainly the Alpha in that relationship! Oh, yes - what relationship? she smirked to herself as she entered the apartment to take a shower before getting breakfast.
After getting ready for work, she drove to a coffee shop near the Navy Yard that she preferred. She sat alone in a corner seat and had a leisurely breakfast before deciding to go in. It should be an interesting day. She wondered what Gibbs had planned for the Director and DiNozzo. She smiled to herself as she made her way into the building.
Whatever it is, I will have a front row seat! she thought gleefully.
She did not notice the strange look on the security guard's face as she went through the checkpoint smiling.
Jeez! He thought, If that's her happy, I really don't want to see her mad!
He shuddered as she made her way past him and on into the building.
Ziva was surprised to not see McGee or Balboa when she got to her desk. It did look like they were in though.
"Where is McGee?" she asked Franklin, who was again camped at Gibbs' desk. Not for long! she thought.
"None of your business David, Get To Work! You were a minute away from being late!" he barked at her.
"But, I was not." she said sweetly to him.
He was quickly out of his seat and leaning over her desk to get in her face.
"Are you giving me attitude, Officer David?" she leaned back in her chair to put some distance between them. Extreme hostility was rolling off him in waves.
"I would have thought you had learned to pick your battles, Officer David. Apparently, subtlety is still beyond you." Director Shepherd remarked while standing on the other side of her desk.
Ziva looked back and forth between Franklin and the Director and sat back in her chair with her arms crossed and an angry look on her face. The Director and Franklin exchanged smirks at Ziva's discomfort.
"I suggest you get to work, Officer David, you do have a deadline and a lot to do!" The Director ordered her while giving her a hard look.
Ziva huffed her annoyance, but turned to her computer to start on her work, mumbling to herself in Hebrew.
Jenny and Franklin moved off to the stairwell where they could keep an eye on Ziva, but she could not hear them.
"Agent Balboa called me about the Renny Grant issue. I've already contacted his attorney and JAG, he'll be released this afternoon." the Director informed him.
"Wow, that was quick!" Franklin commented, "I thought it would at least take a few days."
"The timing was right, his case was not scheduled in court until next week." she replied. "If he had already been convicted, it would have been a lot harder. It's a good thing McGee caught his mistake, he could have cost that man several years of his life." the Director replied with a scowl on her face.
"Make sure Ziva stays on task. McGee will be with Balboa's team today after they bring in the three suspects in the embezzling case." Jenny advised him. "He needs to finish the case and write the report."
"Did Vince tell you about Tony questioning McGee on the case evidence?" Franklin asked her.
"Yes he did." the Director replied with a dark look on her face. "I'll be in my office drafting another reprimand for McGee if you need me." she informed him as she started up the stairs to her office.
"Yes, ma'am!" Franklin smirked as she ascended the stairs.
He then returned to Gibbs' desk, throwing a glare in Ziva's direction before sitting down. He chuckled as Ziva started muttering to herself again.
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Tony took two handfuls of Jethro's shirt and pulled him in for another deep kiss after closing his bedroom door. Gibbs placed his hands on Tony's hips and pulled him even closer as he moaned into the kiss.
Tony walked Jethro backwards towards his bed while continuing their kiss. When Jethro's legs bumped up against the bed he finally released Jethro's kiss swollen lips and let him go. In one quick move, Tony pulled Jethro's shirt and undershirt off over his head and tossed it over on the chair in the corner. He whistled low as he ran his hands down over Jethro's bare chest.
He noted that the silver chest hair was indeed a lighter shade. He couldn't wait to check out the rest of his body hair! He also noticed that the muscles were sharply defined and his six pack was just as firm as his own. A predatory smile formed on his face as he ran his hands on all the exposed skin he could. Jethro trembled at Tony's touch, but he leaned into it to increase contact.
Tony chuckled low as he leaned in to speak directly in Jethro's ear, "Well, I see hut repair has done wonders for you. Let's see what it's done on that tight little ass of yours." he added while unbuckling Jethro's pants.
He unzipped them and casually brushed his fingers over Jethro's straining erection, causing a whimper to escape Jethro's lips. He then worked the fabric down until both his boxers and pants dropped to the floor to pool around Jethro's feet.
He stepped back to get a better view and his breath caught in his throat when he took in Jethro's straining erection, already leaking pre-cum and curved up and back towards his stomach. He ran his fingers lightly over the underside of that gorgeous cock he had missed so much, and smiled as it jumped at his touch. He moved around Jethro as he stood still, so he could get the full view. Tony lightly trailed his fingers on Jethro's thigh and hip just to tease him. It had its desired effect as Jethro's cock again jerked at his touch and Jethro inhaled sharply.
He moved around behind Jethro and took in the beauty of the man. His shoulders were broad and muscled and his back tapered down to a trim waist. Although strong, he had a lean, runner's body with an absolutely perfect ass. Tony moved up behind Jethro while running his hands over that gorgeous ass, causing Jethro to again tremble at his touch. He pressed his still-clothed body up against Jethro's naked one and encircled his body with his arms. Jethro moved back into the embrace and leaned his head back on Tony's shoulder.
One of Tony's hands caressed his stomach while the other was splayed over his chest. He was kissing up Jethro's neck and tweaking his nipples, causing electric shocks to shoot straight to his cock. Jethro didn't think he would last very long if he kept this up. He felt Tony move his head up and then heard his voice directly in his ear.
"Jethro, you naughty, naughty boy! You have no tan lines! Just how native did you go down in Mexico and should I be jealous?"
Jethro spun around in his embrace and Tony caught a brief sight of pupils dark with desire before Jethro dove in for another deep kiss while he started some groping of his own. Tony moaned into the kiss as Jethro's hands cupped his ass and he ground their erections together.
"You have nothing to be jealous of," he explained between kisses, "I just happen to like skinny dipping in the morning." Tony grinned into the kiss and replied, "Good to know." as he again resumed his sensual message of Jethro's ass.
Jethro suddenly backed up, breathing hard.
"Enough! Get naked and get on the bed, now!" he ordered.
Tony was naked in less than five seconds and laid himself out on the bed. Jethro drank in the view of Tony's glorious, naked body. The man was beautiful. Jethro was also happy to see that Tony was even harder than he was. He stretched out next to Tony and immediately took that beautiful cock into his mouth.
Tony gasped in surprise and pleasure as Jethro's tongue licked up the underside of his cock. He set up a steady rhythm that included Jethro plunging down to take his entire cock in his mouth, and then backing off to tease the slit with his tongue and lap up the copious amounts of pre-cum that was steadily leaking from the tip. Jethro loved the taste of Tony. There was nothing like it anywhere else in the world, and it only belonged to him.
Tony was writhing on the bed beneath him and trying not to push himself too far down. God, Jethro was really good at this! How had he gone so long without it?
Jethro looked up at Tony and smiled around the erection in his mouth. Tony's head was thrown back, eyes closed and he gripped the bedspread with one hand while the other was on the back of Jethro's head, urging him to continue. He pulled off of Tony's cock with a pop and Tony's eyes immediately flew open to see what the hell was going on.
Gibbs smirked at Tony's needy expression and said, "Lube?"
Tony blew out a frustrated breath and reached into his nightstand to grab a tube. He tossed it to Gibbs while spreading his legs.
"Hurry!" he said in an urgent voice and Jethro smirked wider.
He settled back between Tony's legs and popped the cap off of the tube. Spreading a liberal amount on his fingers, he started working Tony open. Tony moaned deeply and twitched on the bed as Jethro was able to get two fingers in and brushed his prostate.
Jethro chuckled as Tony again looked down at him with a 'hurry the hell up' expression on his face. Jethro also noted that Tony's pupils were so dark with desire, that no green could be seen. Jethro quickly worked him open with a third finger while placing butterfly kisses on his cock and thighs.
Tony was moaning continuously while trying to fuck himself on Jethro's fingers. Jethro quickly removed his fingers while Tony breathed "Finally!"
He coated his own cock with a generous amount of lube and positioned himself at Tony's entrance. He pushed in slowly, reveling in the tight heat that surrounded him and threatened to quickly push him over the edge.
He pushed steadily in until his balls were right up against Tony's ass. Tony moaned deeply and spread his legs a little wider as he wrapped them around Jethro. This allowed a little deeper penetration and tore moans from both men.
"God, I love this, I love you, I can't believe how much I need this." Tony gasped out.
Jethro leaned forward and captured Tony's lips in another kiss. "I love you too, baby. I am never going to let you go again!" he promised.
Tony squirmed beneath him and gasped out, "That's great to hear, but could you move your ass?!"
Jethro chuckled and started thrusting deeply in and out of Tony. Jethro was enthralled watching the pleasure take over Tony. His breathing was speeding up and he pushed back down to impale himself further on Jethro's cock. When Jethro started angling his thrusts a little differently and started hitting Tony's prostate with every thrust, he knew they would not last much longer. Jethro reached between them and started jerking Tony's cock in time with his thrusts.
Tony pushed up into his hand and down onto his cock and soon was screaming Jethro's name as he came, hard. Jethro pushed himself into Tony as far as he could go and with little thrusts came calling Tony's name.
They both blacked out briefly and when Jethro became aware again, he felt Tony's internal muscles milking every last drop out of him as Tony's body shook with little aftershocks.
He stayed right where he was, connected in the most intimate way to the man he loved. Tony was still out of it and Jethro watched as his body twitched through the aftershocks while lying spread out beneath him. When Tony's body stilled, he pulled back and unlocked Tony's long legs from around his waist. He kissed the inside of each thigh as he carefully pulled out and arranged Tony in a more comfortable position on the bed.
He sat back on his heels with his hands on his own thighs, just looking at the beautiful man spread out in front of him. He was definitely the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. Not only did this man love him, but he had forgiven him and let them have another chance. He would not waste this chance.
Jethro got up off the bed and went into the attached master bathroom to clean himself up. After finishing with himself, he took a washcloth out to gently clean all their combined juices off of Tony. Tony did not stir while Jethro cleaned him.
After finishing that, he climbed into the bed next to Tony and snagging the comforter from the bottom of the bed, he covered them both with it. Tony turned into Jethro's side and snuggled his face in the crook of his neck while throwing an arm and leg over Jethro, allowing him to snuggle even closer. Tony sighed deeply and snuffled a little before drifting into a deeper sleep. Jethro held him close and again thought how lucky he was.
He drifted off to sleep thinking he was finally home.
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TBC
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