Chapter 8
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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"I thought we had an agreement Eli." Jenny stated with a sour look on her face. "I guess you really don't care what happens to Ziva." she finished.
"How DARE you! Of course I care about my daughter! Is that not why she is there with you instead of here where she belongs?" Eli David slammed his hand down on his desk to frighten this impertinent woman, but a hard look settled in Jenny's eyes and she was not in the least bit intimidated by him. She reminded him greatly of her father.
"Is that so?" She started with a mocking smile on her face. "Then maybe you could explain this?" She asked, tilting her head to the side and holding up the large envelope she had brought with her.
"Explain what? I do not know what you are talking about!" He was more than a little agitated that his normal tactics to control a situation were not working.
"Let me clarify." The director calmly stated while opening the envelope and taking out the contents. "This envelope contains documents that Ziva had sent to you, and we intercepted, to fulfill the little mission you sent her on when she came here." Jenny explained carefully so there would be no misunderstanding. "They are also proof that you sent a foreign operative onto our soil with the intention of gathering intelligence on an ally for you."
Although Eli was becoming more and more uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was taking, he decided to keep up the charade.
"Director Shepherd, I take great offence at your disgusting insinuation!" He blustered. "An accusation such as this could damage the good relations between our two nations." He admonished. "Are you prepared to withstand the consequences of your unfounded attack?" He finished with a threatening air as he leaned over his desk and closer to the camera.
Jenny Shepherd had a knowing smirk on her face during this entire speech and Eli was disconcerted that she didn't have a trace of worry or apprehension on her face. On the contrary, she looked like a scorpion about to strike. Eli was further disheartened when she took her own step closer to the screen. He sighed internally and thought to himself. "I think I may be in some trouble."
"Did you really think I would be that stupid, Eli?" She replied through her smirk. "Letting a foreign operative have unfettered access to classified naval documents is not a prudent move, don't you agree director David?"
Eli leaned back in his chair, but he didn't respond.
Jenny's eyes took on a cold look, but the smirk remained as she continued. "Ziva shared some stories about you from when she was growing up and I heard plenty about you from my father, so I was a little skeptical of your benevolence when you were so enthusiastic about Ziva coming here to heal. Not to mention her change in demeanor just before we flew here right after she had a private meeting with you."
Eli still said nothing as she continued.
"So, I took precautions." She informed him. "Everything Ziva ever accessed or attempted to access was monitored, in the Naval Yard or out of it. I must say, what she did choose to send you out of what we allowed her to see was particularly unimportant." She commented as she thumbed through the pages from the envelope.
"Maybe your opinion is not as important to her as you thought it was." She said mockingly.
Eli shifted in his chair, but he still said nothing.
"Let me explain a few things to you, director David." She began. "Sending an operative into another country to gather intelligence on said country is known as espionage. If said operative is caught gathering said intelligence they are subject to extreme consequences up to and including execution, depending on what was taken, of course." She added conversationally.
"Now, I find it extremely hard to believe you had Ziva's best interests at heart when you sent her into that situation knowing her computer skills are marginal at best and it was likely she would be caught." Jenny had been pacing before the screen as she said this and she now stopped to again face Eli. "I also know you must have realized we would not allow her access to anything sensitive that is not any of Israel's business or did you really think we were that naïve?"
"So," She continued without giving him any chance to reply. "I'm thinking your little mission was just another test of her loyalty to you. Again, not really the actions of a loving, caring parent, is it?" She asked him sarcastically.
Eli stared back at her, before replying, "What is it you want, director Shepherd?"
"What I want. Well, in this instance, I want you to not be such a son of a bitch, but that's a little unrealistic, isn't it?" She asked with a smile.
"If you are simply going to insult me, we have nothing to discuss." Eli stated as he reached for his computer to turn off the transmission.
"Director David! If you end this transmission I will personally show the evidence I have of your attempt at espionage against the United States Navy to the President." Eli froze his motion and then sat back in his chair to allow her to continue. "Smart choice director David."
"Now when we spoke in Israel after I had been appointed Director of this agency, we agreed that Ziva coming here was in her best interests, not yours." She looked directly at him, daring him to contradict her. "We also agreed that Mossad was no longer the best or safest place for her and because of that, I created a position in my agency for her."
She paused, but Eli had nothing to say.
"I am, however, not a fool. I knew you would try to take every advantage of the situation, so that's why Ziva is limited in what she can do and why I am in possession of what little she has attempted to send you. Rest assured, that was the first and last of these little shipments you can expect to not receive." She threw the envelope on the floor in front of the screen and stood facing him with her arms crossed.
"I am now going to explain what is going to happen from now on." Her voice took on a hard edge as she continued, "There will be no further attempts on your part to illegally obtain classified information from the United States Navy or Marines."
"Just the Navy and Marines, Director Shepherd?" He asked her with a smirk.
"You can throw in the Coast Guard too," She retorted, "the Army and Air Force are on their own."
"We're also going to pretend that you are the caring parent you would like everyone to believe you are." Eli's smirk vanished when she told him that.
"In the spirit of that, we are going to go back to our original agreement." She continued. "I brought Ziva here to save her from herself and the toxic influence that is you and Mossad. She is here to learn how to trust and respect other human beings. That is one mission she will complete, successfully, without your interference."
"To that end, you will limit your contact with her. I know you speak every few days," Eli looked startled that she had been keeping such close watch of them and the director smirked at his discomfort, "you will limit your calls to once a week. I prefer that it be on Saturdays. She's always agitated more than usual after you speak and it interferes with her work." She continued, taking great pleasure in Eli's own agitation.
"So I am not able to speak with my daughter whenever I wish?" He spat back at her.
"Not until you can learn to respect her and she can learn to stand on her own." Jenny replied.
"My daughter is a very strong woman, she does not need anyone telling her otherwise!" He heatedly replied.
"Strength to best an opponent in a fight is one thing, Eli. Strength of character is something entirely different, that's where she needs work." Jenny said in a somber voice.
"I've seen flashes of the real Ziva when we met for a meal or to shop or just to talk. She is an intelligent, compassionate woman who crushes that part of herself into a small box and locks it away so doing what you force her to do doesn't drive her mad. That's the person I'm trying to save, and I thought you were too." She said quietly.
Eli bent his head down to stare at his hands and did not reply.
"So, we are again in agreement then? You will not contact Ziva more than once a week and you will never mention to her gathering anything for you ever again!" She finished.
"I agree." Eli replied in a quiet voice.
"Good. Oh, and Eli?" He raised his head to look at her. "The SecNav is fully aware of what you attempted to do." He was shocked by this admission and it showed on his face. Jenny smirked as she continued, "Who do you think came up with the surveillance package we use to control what Ziva has access to? He's been in this game a lot longer than you, Eli, there isn't much Davenport doesn't know."
She checked her watch and saw that nearly and hour had passed.
"I must be going, big day ahead, Shalom Eli." She said as she walked over to the console and cut the transmission. She then made a copy of the exchange for herself and one for Sec Nav and then erased all records of the transmission from the logs. It now appeared the last hour was just as uneventful as the rest of the night.
She gathered the contents of the envelope and left MTAC. The two techs on duty struggled to their feet when she emerged. "All yours, gentlemen." She told them as she walked briskly back to her office.
They exchanged glances, shrugged and went back inside to resume their quiet shift.
Jenny again locked the envelope and her copy of the disk in her desk. She then decided to go in search of some breakfast in the break room. Her steps were light and she wore a smile on her face as she descended to the lower level.
I think things are finally looking up. She thought to herself.
Eli David sat back in his chair and chuckled to himself. "Well played, Director Shepherd, well played." He sighed deeply as he contemplated the morning's developments. He had no doubt Davenport was aware of what had transpired, he was a wily old goat who took every advantage. Just like me. He smirked to himself. His smile faded as he thought of Ziva. He had intended to send her to the US to help her, she had been losing herself more and more working here. He just couldn't resist trying to exploit her position. He actually did think the Americans were that naïve. Shepherd and Davenport had taught him a valuable lesson: there is always someone smarter and wilier than you. He shook his head at his folly, never underestimate the Americans! He sighed as he went back to the reports he had been reading before Shepherd's call. He hoped Ziva learned well and was safe. Maybe someday they could have a normal relationship again. He truly hoped for that day.
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Tim McGee had awoken early after a restless night. His conscience was again plaguing him in his sleep. After stopping for breakfast and two of the largest coffees he could find, he walked into the bullpen at 6:30am. He was surprised to find Balboa now sitting at Gibbs' old desk and there was no sign of Ziva or Franklin yet.
Balboa looked up as he came in and nodded his head in greeting and then returned to typing on the computer.
"Um, Sir?" He continued when Balboa looked up at him again. "I left the Grant case, the Bryan case (just what I worked on) and the case files I had finished on your desk last night." He nervously told him.
"Found 'Em. Good work on all of them, no corrections." He responded before adding, "Big improvement over those crap reports you left Tony with! Make sure the quality doesn't drop again." He said with a hard tone.
Tim turned bright red and flinched as though he had just gotten a head slap and ducked his head down mumbling, "yes, sir." as he booted up his computer.
Balboa got a smirk on his face as he watched the other agents discomfort. He leaned back in the chair and told him, "By the way, McGee" He waited until McGee looked back up at him. "Give all the reports you finish today to Franklin, I'm handling David today."
"Yes, sir." He answered and then added, "I'm sorry, sir."
"Yeah, you and me both. Ted needs the break though. Get on your reports McGee." He responded with a sigh as he also went back to his own work.
McGee slumped when Balboa's attention was no longer on him. He felt sorry for him. If Ziva had wound herself up last night over what had happened, they were all in for a very long day. He sighed deeply and started on his work. He was soon lost in his typing and fact-checking.
Balboa was happy to see him take advantage of the quiet before David got in. If last night was any indication, they were in for one hell of a day. He frowned at that thought and went back to his own work, also taking advantage of the calm before the storm.
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Ziva had also awoken early and the first thing she did was to send a text to Gibbs: Please do not do anything yet! We have to talk, can I come over 6am?"
She nervously waited for a reply or a call and when nothing happened for the next ten minutes, she sighed and went to shower and get ready. She grabbed her phone when she came out and was both relieved and apprehensive to see the response: My house 6am on her phone.
Her hand shook a little as she put her phone in her purse. She didn't feel like eating, but it had been lunch yesterday since she had anything so she forced herself to eat a small bowl of oatmeal. She grabbed a water from her fridge and took off for Gibb's house, she would just make it in time.
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Tony had startled awake a little after 3am when first his phone chirped that it had a message and then Gibbs' , that was lying next to his, did also. He quickly checked the message from Jenny: Need to abort plan for Ziva, do nothing! I will explain, lunch? He sighed when he read that, thinking, "Now, what?" He checked Jethro's phone and found the identical message from her on his. He replied with: Jethro is with me, got the msg. Noon, my apartment.
He leaned back on his pillow and stared at the ceiling. Aborting everything was not a good sign. I wonder if something major happened with Ziva? No matter how she had treated him, he hadn't been looking forward to annihilating her, so he wasn't too upset about scrapping the plan. If she had gone postal, he would've expected Abby or Ducky or Jimmy to have called, Unless she took them out! he thought as he drew in a sharp breath.
No. No. If she had done something like that, the director would have called outright, not sent a text about meeting later. He calmed himself, but the disturbing image of a bloodbath in Abby's lab or autopsy lingered. He turned his head to the side and took in the view of the man sleeping next to him. This brought a smile to his face and relaxed him completely again. He caressed the arm Jethro had thrown over his waist and was soon dozing off again.
He was again startled out of his sleep a little after 5am by the sound of Jethro's phone again buzzing with a message.
This one was from Ziva: Please do not do anything yet! We have to talk, can I come over 6am?"
Tony read the message about three times over before his shocked brain kicked in. What the hell!?
He gently nudged Jethro's sleeping form, "Hey sleeping beauty, wake up!" he cajoled the man.
Jethro was nearly instantaneously awake and looking back at him with a laser sharp gaze. "What's wrong?" He had that feeling in his gut and one look at Tony's face told him it was something big.
"Well, we both got a text from Jenny around 3am telling us to abort the Ziva plan and she would explain at lunch. Then, you just got a text from Ziva also seeming to want you to abort your plan and wanting to come by the house 6am! I don't know what the hell is going on Jethro, but I'm not getting a good feeling on this." He finished with a deep frown on his face.
"Yeah, I think something is up too." He sighed. "Gimme the phone." He asked while holding out his hand for it. Tony handed it over and he quickly typed a response and then jumped out of bed.
Tony was right up with him asking, "What did you tell her?"
Jethro shrugged, "My house 6am. No sense dragging it out." He replied before ducking into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Tony walked right in on his heels. Jethro stopped and looked at him.
"I don't have time to play baby, I'll come back after?" He questioned.
Tony just snorted out a laugh. "Not a chance, Ahab! You are NOT meeting her alone in your house! You drive, so she doesn't see my car and you can drop me off on the street behind your place and I'll come in from the back. It'll give me a chance to scope out if she has something waiting for you too." Tony informed him as he stepped into the shower while Jethro looked at him with a stunned expression.
He was pulled out of his shock when Tony, now done with his shower, slapped him on the ass and went back out into the bedroom to dress.
"No time to argue, move your ass Marine or we'll be late!" He ordered.
That snapped Jethro out of his reverie and he hopped into the shower Tony had vacated and quickly did his thing. They were both dressed and in his truck heading back to Jethro's house 10 minutes after he had sent Ziva the reply.
Tony tried calling Jenny on the way over to get a little more info on the situation, but her phone went to voicemail. He took a deep breath. Not great, but they had worked with less, they would be okay.
"No answer?" Jethro asked as he took a corner near his neighborhood on two wheels.
"Nope, we'll just wing it, won't be the first time." He replied as he hung on tight through another sharp turn. They were nearing the place Tony suggested he be dropped off.
"So, I'll case the house and then go in through the kitchen if it looks okay. If it doesn't, look for me by the driveway near the garage." Tony told him as Jethro stopped and Tony hopped out of the truck.
Jethro nodded his head once in agreement and watched Tony quickly disappear through his neighbor's hedges into Jethro's back yard. He drove at a more sedate pace to give Tony time to check things out and nearly five minutes later pulled into his driveway. Tony was not by the driveway, but he saw him wave an okay from his front window, so he got out of the truck and went inside.
Tony was coming down the stairs when he walked inside.
"Nothing set to go boom outside and the house is clear. Didn't see any surveillance camera's inside or out and couldn't find any listening devices, we're good. Why don't you make coffee and I'll find a hidey hole where she won't see me. Do you have your back-up piece?"
Jethro waved it at him as he turned back from his gun safe and slid it into his front sweatshirt pocket as Tony smiled an approving smile.
"Okay, time to rock and roll!" He gave Jethro a quick kiss and went to ensconce himself in the closet under the stairs. Jethro watched him go with a fond smile and then turned back to the kitchen.
He had just poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee when he heard a car in his drive. He took his cup to the dining room table and placed another one opposite him on the table for Ziva. He glanced over at the door of the closet that Tony was in and saw it ajar. He immediately calmed, knowing Tony had his six. He opened the paper that was on the table and waited for Ziva.
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Jenny Shepherd had caught up on almost all of her paperwork by 6:30am when her cell phone rang. She was surprised to see Phil Davenport's name on the display of the phone.
"Good morning Mr. Secretary! I didn't expect to hear from you this early!"
"Good Morning Director! I just read your email concerning your chat with Eli David and I watched the link of the video. Nice job Jenny. I couldn't have done better myself!"
"Thank you, Phil. He is now aware that he won't be getting anything from us. I just hope he doesn't try to sabotage Ziva too much."
"From what I've heard, she doesn't need any help from him in that department. She had another incident last night with another lead agent, did she not?"
"She did. However, it was more of a mutual antagonism between them. They had worn each other down over the course of a very long day.
"Be that as it may, I'm more concerned that she is still questioning the authority of her superiors. She still does not respect her superiors, and that troubles me greatly Director Shepherd."
"I understand Mr. Secretary, but we had a long discussion last night and I believe she finally understands what is at stake. She's been through a lot and…"
"We've all been through a lot Director Shepherd. She's had a whole year to change her way of thinking, her time is up."
"Mr. Secretary, if you'll just allow her a little more time to adjust, she…"
"Frankly Jenny, her time was up when she decided to send documents from the US Navy to a foreign power. It doesn't matter if they're an ally or not, it's still espionage. She's lucky I'm in a forgiving mood, or she would be on a one-way transport to Gitmo. I take the safety and security of our fighting men and women very seriously."
"Yes, sir."
"Now, I understand she's in the middle of correcting work she should have been doing for the past three and a half months?"
"Yes, sir. She's been working through the reports, but it will take some time to complete."
"I would imagine so. That's a long time to be skating by on the bare minimum. When she's finished with her reports Director, she is suspended for three and a half months. I trust you can identify my reasoning."
"Yes, sir. Retraining after that? That's what we're doing with Agent McGee."
"Ah, Agent McGee, a living example of a true follower. How is he adjusting to the new working parameters you and Agent DiNozzo have set up?"
"He's adjusting quite well, sir. I sent you the report on the Renny Grant case he helped rectify, and he's already starting on the second month of the reports he needs to do. I also emailed you what Agent DiNozzo and I had decided as sanction for his mishandling of that case. He's whipped into line rather quickly. He understands exactly where he went wrong and is taking great steps to rectify it. I'm positive he will no longer be a problem."
"That's good to hear. Has Agent DiNozzo made any decisions on replacement agents yet? I don't want my MCRT out of commission indefinitely."
"We are going to discuss that at lunch today. I'll see what he's come up with."
"Now, as to Officer David. When her suspension is up, you will find her a nice, boring position in a non-critical area. She will no longer be a field agent, I'm pulling her credentials and knocking her security clearance down to level one. I don't care if she's a janitor, she has proven that she cannot be trusted."
"Secretary Davenport! I think her skills could be put to use, perhaps in counter-intelligence…"
"You don't seriously think I would allow someone who has already sold out this country to have access to the sensitive information that department handles, do you?"
"No, sir."
"Good! I was beginning to wonder about you Director. You do make a good point about her skills though. I understand she is a master at hand-to-hand combat and her shooting skills are impressive?"
"Yes, sir! Her skills are impressive, perhaps we cold use her to train other agents?"
"My thoughts exactly! I believe Jethro Gibbs has a rule to that effect?"
"Rule #5: You don't waste good."
"Good rule. Jenny, you realize I've bent as far as I am willing to regarding this situation with Ziva David, don't you?"
"I do sir, and I appreciate it. I know you don't have to do anything for her, just this much will help greatly. I believe she is worth salvaging."
"And I trust your judgment Jenny, that's the only reason she is still employed with us."
"One more thing, Mr. Secretary, Gibbs is back in town. I saw him last night and he is looking well. I don't know yet if he wants to come back, but I thought you should know."
"I trust you will require him to jump through the appropriate hoops if he does decide to come back?"
"Most certainly sir, we'll find a place for him if he wants us to."
"Has he made his peace with Agent DiNozzo yet?"
"Sir?"
"Come now Jenny, you don't get to be in my position without knowing things."
"Peace has been made sir."
"Good. I hope Tony made groveling a requirement for that peace."
"I believe groveling was involved, sir."
"Good man! As pleasant as this has been, I must go. Always a meeting to attend."
"Of course, sir and thank you again."
"Thank you, Jenny! I'm going to be watching your exchange with Eli again tonight. Better entertainment than what's on TV! Have a good day director."
"You too, Mr. Secretary."
Jenny put down her phone, leaned back in her chair and let out a big breath she didn't realize she had been holding. "Ziva, you don't know how lucky you are." She remarked to herself.
AND he knows about Tony and Jethro and seems okay with it! She thought. She shook her head and chuckled to herself. Wonders will never cease. She thought as she went back to the last of her paperwork.
She decided to take a half-day and not come back after her lunch with Tony and Jethro. She could use a long, hot soak in her tub this afternoon. The thought of that put a smile on her face as she continued working.
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Ziva pulled into Gibbs' driveway and shut off her car. She sat for a minute staring at the house and gripping the steering wheel. She had never before been so nervous in her life. What would he do? Whatever it was would be justified. She had lied to him and undermined his relationship with both Tony and Jenny. She took a deep breath and made her way into the house.
Ziva walked in hesitantly and found Gibbs sitting at the dining table reading the paper. He looked much calmer and in control than he had yesterday morning. She just hoped that whatever he had put in motion could be stopped.
Gibbs put the paper aside and studied Ziva as she sat down. She looked like she had been pulled through a knothole. Whatever happened had shaken her up quite a bit. Let's see what that is.
"So?" He pinned her with a look. "Why did you want me to stop?"
She swallowed nervously and began. "I was not truthful in what I told you yesterday."
"How so?" He asked, his gaze never wavering.
"The events…did not happen in the way I said they happened." She slowly started.
"What are you telling me, Ziva?" He asked with more force and more glare.
"I lied to you." She said in a small voice while bowing her head.
"Why did you lie to me?" He asked in a surprisingly quiet voice. She had expected shouting by now.
"I was angry at the director and Tony for pointing out my mistakes and insisting I correct them." She stated.
"Anything else?" He asked her while continuing that penetrating stare.
She began to fidget in her chair, now she understood how he was so effective in interrogation. "No." she told him and looked away.
"Hey! Look at me!" He barked out.
She jumped and returned her gaze to Gibbs. He was not calm now, he looked really mad. She could no longer look away from him.
"So, you come in here yesterday and tell me this big story about Tony and the director having an inappropriate relationship and picking on you and Tim, just because they can, is that right?" He sarcastically asked her.
"Yes." She felt like she wanted to melt through the floor to escape, but she couldn't.
His gaze took on a mocking smirk as he continued. "You told me this tall tale because you thought I was weak. You thought I wasn't all there and you were hoping to squash any flickering attraction between me and Tony." She gasped at this and his smirk widened. "Oh, you thought I didn't remember any of that, didn't you? Sorry, it's all still there." He told her as he leaned forward a little and tapped the side of his head.
He leaned back in the chair as she paled. He continued, smirk still in place, "Yes, Tony and I had quite a talk yesterday. You've been a very bad agent, Ziva and you lead Tim down your destructive path and now you both have to pay for it."
Ziva swallowed again. He knew everything and, wait, he never believed anything I said yesterday! I do not deserve this job. I cannot read people and I obviously allow others to read me easily.
She was so lost in these thoughts, she was not aware of Tony moving up behind her and was startled when he sat in the chair next to her, facing her.
Her face flushed red at having been caught, but she held his gaze.
"Ziva, do you understand now what you did?" He asked her.
"I do. I am a liability. I am surprised you have not fired me before now, both of you." She turned and looked at Gibbs and then back at Tony.
She lifted her chin up and looked directly at him. "I apologize for treating you the way I did. I knew your background and qualifications and chose to ignore them. I thought I knew more, I was mistaken and I underestimated you. I am truly sorry."
Tony stared back at her for a full minute, but her gaze never wavered.
He finally nodded once and said, "I accept your apology, but it won't change what has happened and what needs to happen now." He told her.
"I understand." She answered.
"You better go, so you're not late. You have a lot of reports to get though." Tony said to her. "We'll talk later."
She took a deep shuddering breath and stood up. "Thank you both for all you've tried to teach me."
Both men nodded to her and watched as she made her way back out to her car and drove away.
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Tony leaned back in his chair and said up to the ceiling, "Well, of all the things that could have happened, that was probably the last one I could have expected." He scrubbed his hands over his face and sat up again as Jethro came around to sit in the chair next to him.
Jethro leaned forward and placed his hands on Tony's knees. "Are you okay?" He asked with a deeply concerned look on his face.
Tony smiled back at him and ran his left hand through Jethro's hair, "I am. Are you okay with what's about to happen?" He asked Jethro.
"I am okay with whatever you need to do. She shouldn't be a field agent anymore." He replied while nuzzling his face into Tony's hand.
Tony exhaled loudly and said, "No, she shouldn't. Maybe we can find something else for her to do. I hate to send her packing when she's finally starting to come around." He said sadly.
"It's not your fault baby, you did everything you could. We'll talk to Jenny at lunch, maybe she has some ideas." Jethro stood and pulled Tony up next to him for a kiss. Tony melted into him and wrapped his arms around Jethro. They parted only when they both had to breathe.
"Mmm, I needed that." Tony purred while laying his head on Jethro's shoulder.
"I think we should eat before we both collapse." Jethro mumbled into his neck. "The adrenalin rush has worn off and I'm starved!"
Tony chuckled and stood upright again. "Can't have my man hungry!" He exclaimed. "They might revoke my Italian card for that!" He smiled.
It was Jethro's turn to laugh. "Well, we can't have that, because I really love my Italian Stallion!" Remarked Jethro as he squeezed Tony's ass playfully.
Tony let out a decidedly unmanly squeak when Jethro grabbed his ass that caused Jethro to laugh harder. "C'mon Trigger, let's go grab some breakfast!" He said as he pulled away to turn off the coffee maker and lock up again.
Tony smiled back lovingly and said, "Better grab some clothes too. I may ravage you before lunch, you'll need them." He added.
Jethro smiled a big smile and raced upstairs to grab some clothes and was back down in under 2 minutes. Tony met him at the bottom of the stairs with another kiss and a pinch to the ass that had Jethro squeaking this time.
Tony danced away laughing as Jethro aimed a head slap in his direction and then raced out the door to Jethro's truck. Jethro grabbed his bag and locked up again while shaking his head.
Yeah, life is so good! He thought smiling as he jumped in the truck and they took off to find breakfast.
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TBC