First things first, I would like to apologize for the shortness of this chapter. The next chapter is a lot longer, but I had a point where I chose to stop it, and this was it. I hope you guys like it anyways!
About the reviews-- What makes everyone think that there's something hinky about the farm? You have dirty minds!
And to Finlaure--I have absolutely no idea what dutch courage even means, but if there's an age restriction I'm a little scared (I'm 20 btw)
Chapter Two
Tim and Ziva stood watching the car as it drove away, completely speechless. "Did that really just happen?" Tim asked.
"You mean Gibbs subjecting himself to another incredibly long ride, alone, with Tony?"
"Yeah."
"Yes."
Ducky came up behind them with his medical bag in hand. He grunted. "I suspect he feels a little sorry for Anthony. Poor boy lost his home last night."
Ziva and Tim whirled around on the elderly medical examiner. "What do you mean?" Tim asked.
"He didn't tell you?" At the shake of their heads, Ducky continued. "Well, that doesn't really surprise me, Anthony always was a little private. His neighbor had a gas leak last night. Anthony's apartment blew up."
"Oh my god."
"That is why he stayed in the squad room last night?"
"Yes. I just found out this morning." He shook his head in pity. "Well, I suppose we better head back to the Navy Yard. I have two autopsies to perform and you have a killer to catch." He started walking towards his truck again. Ziva and Tim just stared after him.
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The further they drove, the more secluded the area became. The trees thickened up, and most forms of civilization disappeared.
"How was Keller and Spano found so fast?"
"I don't know, DiNozzo," Jethro replied sarcastically. "Maybe someone drove by and saw them there."
"We've been driving on the same road for twenty minutes and we haven't passed anyone." Jethro glared at him. "You already knew that. You think our killer called the cops? Or someone from the farm?"
"Could be one in the same, DiNozzo."
"Turn right up here."
"Where?"
"The dirt road."
It wasn't really a dirt road. Jethro saw no dirt. What he did see was gravel and rocks that were going to completely destroy the underbelly of the car. Annoyed, he turned where he was supposed to, never taking his foot off the gas pedal. Tony slammed into the window before he could catch himself. Jethro grinned as the younger man groaned.
"Nice turn there, boss."
This time the trip only lasted about five minutes. Good thing, too. Another five minutes and Tony would have puked all over the car.
"Are we even in the right place?" Tony asked.
"Good question." Jethro answered.
It certainly wasn't what they were expecting. When they heard that Keller and Spano were going to a place called "Millworth Farms," they were expecting to find animals, or a farm house. Something that you would find at a farm.
Millworth, however, was a building. That was literally all they saw. There weren't any open fields for animals to relax, no barn. There was a building and a parking lot.
The lot was full of rather expensive looking cars, too. Cadillacs, BMWs, Jaguars. Even the occasional Porshe. That just added another mystery.
"You notice something, boss?"
Jethro rolled his eyes. "You're in car heaven?"
Tony shook his head. "Not that. Not that it isn't true, 'cause it is. No, it's something…" he hesitated, his eyes roaming over all of the vehicles. "There aren't any chick cars."
Jethro quirked his eyebrow at the young man. "Chick cars?"
"Cars are not gender neutral. All of these are guy cars. Women don't usually drive guy cars."
It sounded strange, even coming from Tony. But Jethro couldn't deny he had a point. Every one of these vehicles most likely belonged to men. So where the hell were all the women?
Jethro saw something that caught his eye. Son of a bitch, he thought. This wasn't good.
There was a reason Millworth Farms wasn't on the state map. And Jethro figured no one was going to tell two federal agents anything helpful.
He pulled his official NCIS cap off and tossed it in the backseat.
Tony eyed him like he'd gone insane. "What are you doing?"
Jethro jutted his chin at a certain black Cadillac Escalade. "Government plates. I counted at least three cars so far."
Tony looked around the lot. "Huh." He turned back to the older man. "What are ya thinkin', boss?"
Jethro pulled his jacket off. "We play this close to the chest. Stay discreet."
Tony nodded and started pulling his jacket off. Jethro ignored how his heart skipped a beat. He reminded himself—again—that there was nothing attractive about Tony DiNozzo. He was his Senior Field Agent, nothing more.
"So how do you wanna do this?" Tony asked as they climbed out of the car, giving the older man a perfect view of his backside.
Again, Jethro's heart skipped a beat, which he, again, ignored. "I go in, do what I usually do. You look around, see if you can get anyone to tell you anything."
"So you do your thing and I do mine?"
Jethro nodded. "Sounds about right. Don't let 'em know you're an agent. That's my job."
"What am I supposed to do? I don't even know what this place is. For all we know it's a pony-play farm."
That stopped the older agent. "Pony play?"
"Yeah." Jethro waited for him to continue. Tony obviously didn't want to finish the thought. Finally he did, but it was with a blush on his face. "It's a type of sex fetish. People act like horses, it's supposed to be erotic, or something. Not that I'm interested in something like that. Not that there's anything wrong with horses, I know you like horses, boss. But I don't think that you'd be interested in pony-play or anything--"
"DiNozzo!"
"Shutting up, boss."
"Are women interested in pony-play?"
Tony shrugged. "I guess. But I don't really know all that much about it."
"You seem to know plenty, DiNozzo."
The young man shrugged again. "Knew a girl in Peoria, she was a big fan."
Jethro shook his head while trying to wipe the smirk off his face. He could just imagine how some little barely legal blonde told Tony that she wanted to ride him… in the most literal sense.
They walked into the building into a relatively small lobby. It almost reminded Jethro of a motel, except in better condition. The walls were painted a dark blue with a white trim. No pictures hung on the walls and the carpet was rather rough. There was a desk that took up an entire wall. A single man sat behind it, typing away on his computer. He was young, probably early to mid twenties. He was a good looking fellow with dirty blonde hair and high cheekbones.
Jethro and Tony walked over to him. He looked up and smiled. "Well hello, welcome to Millworth Farms. May I have your name please?"
Jethro was about to respond when a man walked through the door behind the young lad. He was around Tony's age, with dark brown hair and mud colored eyes. He wasn't a bad looking guy. He had an air of wealth to him. Jethro assumed he was the guy in charge. "Ah, you must be Lieutenant Colonel Keller and Judge Spano." He walked around the desk with his hand outstretched towards Jethro. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
Jethro shook his head. "I'm not--"
The man chuckled, successfully cutting him off. "Don't worry Lieutenant Colonel, we are very discreet here. No one else has to know your job or that you are in any way associated with the Military."
Jethro eyed the man for a while. A million and one thoughts were whirling around in his head, all contradicting each other. "You can call me Nick." He said as he finally settled on a plan. He grabbed the man's hand and shook it firmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tony stare at him inquisitively. "This is my friend, Tony. And you are…"
"Robert Millworth, and I'm the founder of the Farm. I can take you two to your room. Of course we have to stop by the clinic first." He shrugged in apology. "Standard procedure. Are your bags in your car?"
"We don't have any."
Millworth chuckled again. "I understand completely." He winked suggestively. "Well, that makes things simple. Um, well, if you will follow me, please." He headed in the opposite direction of the parking lot. There was a door that looked practically molded into the wall. There was no glass. Jethro figured it headed to another room.
But when Millworth threw the door open, they were led outside. Jethro scanned around the area. On either side were small wood cabins, each one had its own personal hot tub. At the end it looked like there was a bar, and across from that was a restaurant. Jethro could also make out a Laundromat.
Millworth Farms was a resort.
Tony smacked his arm. Jethro glared at him. "What the hell are you doing?" Tony hissed. "I thought we were going to question them, not check in!"
"I'll explain everything later."
"We don't know anything about this place!"
Jethro was getting annoyed. He didn't really like it when Tony stood up to him. He was getting far too confident as the years rolled on, and it pissed him off. It actually also frightened the older man a little, although he'd never admit it out loud. Sooner or later, Tony would realize he was ready to head his own team and leave Jethro for good. Jethro told himself for the thousandth time that it was simply because he didn't want to lose his senior field agent. "But we're gonna find out, now aren't we?"
Tony rolled his eyes and stared ahead again. Five seconds later he stopped walking. Jethro was about to ask him what was wrong when he saw it. Pressed against one of the cabins was a man with his shirt pushed over his head, locking his arms, so he couldn't move them. In front of him was another man. He was currently on his knees undoing the pinned man's pants.
Millworth turned to them with a smile on his face. "Nothing to be alarmed about. The men tend to be a little more outgoing around here. I understand at first it may seem a little overwhelming, but you will get used to it during your stay here." He turned back around and started walking again.
"Boss, just what the hell did you get us into?"
Ok, so there's something hinky about the farm, but my point is still valid, if your thoughts immediately go to the sex place than you need help almost as much as Tony! Maybe more, I don't know, I don't know anybody here personally.
On a brighter note, I was recently told that my mom and aunt are planning on taking me and my aunt's foreign exchange student to Washington D.C.! Cool huh? I'm hoping to take a stop at Arlington, I actually have a relative buried there.
Bob