Timothy McGee could feel a headache coming on and knew it was the start of another tense and awkward week. He realized he bitterly regretted spending the night with Abby and Tony. Three weeks had gone by and his relationship with Tony still hadn't returned to a state of normalcy.
Oh Tony talked to him, laughed at him, and threw balls of paper at him so on the surface it was all the same but McGee knew it wasn't. He always felt Tony watching him, mostly when he thought he couldn't see him. He almost wished Tony was ignoring him instead of this ….. whatever it was McGee couldn't put his finger on. That at least was something he could confront.
The teasing had always been there but it had changed tone somehow and instead of being a sort of affectionate teasing it had become barbed and bitter. McGee had enough to deal with at work without being subtly put down all day everyday. Yeah so he wasn't as fast as Tony was or as fit but Tony couldn't even type and he never teased him about that.
He had noticed that Tony would talk to him when others were around as if proving a point to someone but he could barely meet his eyes when they were alone. Last week Tony had actually made an excuse and swerved off at the last minute to avoid being in the elevator alone with him. Why?
Was Tony embarrassed about what he said and didn't know how to apologize? It must be something more to it than that? Sometimes he would see a glimpse of the old Tony who would make him smile then Tony would look at him and practically run from the room.
It took a lot to get Tim angry but he could feel the tension building in his shoulders like a weight making him hunch. He found himself getting quieter and quieter and stopped entering into the general banter around the office when Gibbs wasn't there. It was just easier because McGee never knew when it was going to suddenly turn on him in some way. He made sure he always had his own lunch instead of joining the others taking turns to collect something. His free writing became angry and dark as his bottled up emotions poured out of his fingertips at night to be unleashed on his unsuspecting typewriter.
It did make Tim realize what a big part of his life Tony had become because now it felt like there was this big hole in his life, a hole that was once filled with laughter and quick touches, late night greasy pizza, movie quotes and friendship.
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Abby watched growing increasingly worried as McGee slowly withdrew from them. It wasn't in an obvious I'm not talking to you sort of a way but she could see it. She hadn't meant her playful drunken suggestion of a month ago to end up like this. If it kept up ….? What if he left? Transferred? Was offered another position with another team? In his current state he might just accept it.
The thought of McGee not being around left Abby bereft. He was one of the few people she welcomed into her lab and they had worked side by side for so long it seemed inconceivable that he wouldn't be there when she needed him.
When she heard that McGee had turned down another invitation to drinks with the team after work that Friday she made up her mind. She was going to talk to the one person she knew could fix this. Tony.
If only he would talk to her.
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"What the hell is wrong DiNozzo? Just tell me! I'm sick of it. I'm not leaving here until you tell what's been going on with you!"
Tim with a frustrated growl stepped in front of Tony and blocked his path with his body as Tony tried to doge to the side and towards the freedom of the door. Tony swore under his breath. This was exactly what he didn't want. This was the sort of scenario that was giving him nightmares at night. They were wet dreams but nightmares none the less.
Tim forcing his body into immobility as he ran his hands over him….The choice taken away from him so his mind didn't have to decide what it thought about the desire that rippled through him at the touch of Tim's clever hands running down his chest. At the firm thigh shoved between his legs….
Couldn't Probie just figure it out for himself and leave him alone until his body and his mind could agree on what was happening and he could go back to normal? He teased him because he wanted him to stay away, far away. He teased him when Tim smiled because it made his heart ache to see Tim's pretty mouth and the bright smile he rarely showed the world and he didn't want to see it anymore.
Tony had finished up at the gym and had changed into some fresh clothes to meet the rest of the guys for a drink after work. As he was leaving he had seen Tim coming towards him and he hadn't been able to resist a parting crack at Tim's obvious dateless Friday night. Tony had wanted to ensure Tim didn't change his mind as a result of Ziva or Abby's pleadings and meet them at the bar. Drinking alcohol after a long tough week and a relaxed Timothy McGee standing next to him was not what Tony had planned for his Friday night.
Hell that was what got him in the situation in the first place.
The next thing he found himself practically pinned up against the lockers as Tim whirled on him, furious.
Tony pushed McGee's arm away ignoring him which only angered Tim further. What didn't he deserve an answer? Wasn't he good enough for some simple respect anymore? Tim's normally friendly soft eyes flashed as a buildup of suppressed emotions and anger surged through him. Once he might have been bullied into backing off but he wasn't that boy anymore. Oh no this was going to go down right here and right now. He was going to get some answers before either of them left.
Tony tried once again to make a dash for the door as his heart pounded in his chest and he could smell Tim as he leaned in close. Oh God the smell of warm clean cotton and expensive aftershave. Tony closed his eyes as Tim slammed his hands onto the lockers either side of Tony's head with a crash and crowded him with his body. His warm firm masculine body.
"You aren't going anywhere Tony until you tell me what the hell is going on? What you don't like me anymore, is that it? If you have a problem with me then just tell me to my face instead of just being an arsehole about it!"
They were almost exactly the same height and Tony thought he had never seen anything quite so beautiful as Timothy McGee angry. He could feel the heat of Tim's body as he panted almost in his face and his bottom lip quivered with the force of his anger. Tony bucked away from the lockers once more and Tim with a snarl of frustration pinned him completely with his body, locking him with his knees and forcing his shoulders back with his strong hands.
"No Tony. Here. Now. Just tell me!"
Tony panted as his heart hammered, his eyes panicked. He could feel the desire surging through him like white hot needles... and it terrified him. He was aroused and could feel his erection straining against his jeans... and against Tim's hard hip.
"Please … Tim….. Let me go!" Tony begged.
Tim felt the look in Tony's eyes like a slap in the face. He was afraid of him? Why was he afraid of him? He was one of the strongest men he knew.
"What is wrong with you Tony? It's not like I'm actually going to hurt you………" Tim's words trailed off and he glanced down Tony's chest at the unfamiliar sensation of heat. Stunned at what he realized it was he looked up into Tony's eyes in bewilderment.
Tony horrified threw off Tim's hands and roughly pushed him into the next bank of lockers. Tim stumbled backwards unprepared and slammed into them with a loud metallic rattle with his big eyes staring at Tony startled and confused.
Tony ran.
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(Oh come on now people I know your reading. You have to give me a comment for the pinned up against the lockers bit? Anyone? )