Well, I just flunked my first bio exam, so to cheer me up, I decided to post the next chapter a day early. Be happy, things are getting hinky. And this chapter is longer than the last one!

Chapter Three

Tony stood in the health clinic with Gibbs. He was annoyed. Today was just not his day. First his apartment blew up, and now he's stuck in some freaky gay sex resort. And Gibbs wasn't telling him why.

Normally Tony loved undercover work. He was damn good at it, and it was usually fun to become new people. Of course the last real undercover assignment he took broke his heart, but he still had mostly good feelings about those jobs. This time he didn't think he'd feel the same way. For one, they knew nothing about Keller and Spano except that they were supposed to be here for ten days, Keller was a Marine, and Spano was a Navy judge.

"The doctor is ready for you now." Said a male nurse with a bleached white smile. He was probably somewhere in his thirties, but it looked like he already got a few Botox injections. He leered at both Tony and Gibbs as they walked by. Tony wasn't particularly happy with that. Mostly that he was leering at Gibbs.

Tony always thought that Gibbs was sexy. He wasn't sure why, but the man had a presence about him. His aloof, cold hard demeanor just got under the younger man's skin and made him think things he shouldn't be thinking at work.

Tony wasn't gay, he didn't like all men, or even just men. He never lied about his conquests with women. He actually preferred the fairer sex, they were softer and usually smelled better. But when he was in the mood for something rough, women usually didn't do it for him.

The doctor was also male. And also pretty damn good looking. And young. He couldn't have been much older than thirty. His hair was long and blonde and swept across his forehead. His eyes were an interesting mix of blue and green. Ok, the guy was hot.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Fisher." He said with a smile. "Now, as you know, Millworth standard procedure says that every new guest must first receive an STD test." That threw Tony off guard, but he didn't want to say anything. He was supposed to be Spano, apparently, and he would have already gotten all of this information. "It's simply for the protection of all the guests, I'm sure you understand."

Gibbs nodded. "We do." He answered for both of them. Tony wanted to slug him.

Dr. Fisher nodded in return. "Good. Would you like to start, sir?" He looked directly at Gibbs as he spoke.

"Nick." He turned to Tony. "Wait outside."

Dr. Fisher chuckled. "Don't worry, Nick, it's not like he hasn't already seen it." He put on a pair of latex gloves with a snap. "Drop your pants please."

Gibbs glared at Tony. Tony turned to face the wall. Millworth was still in the room, and watching Tony with that freaky smile on his face.

"So, um, Mr. Millworth, what, uh, what made you build this resort?"

Millworth grinned. "Well, once upon a time, I was a very powerful man, Judge Spano. But then a colleague discovered my desire for the same sex, and I lost everything. My wife left me, took my children. I lost my job."

Tony grimaced. "That sucks."

"The problem was that I didn't have any place safe to turn. I mean, powerful men, military men, are forced to stay in the closet throughout their entire lives. Sex has to be discreet, and no one except other powerful or military men can fully comprehend this. Relationships rarely ever work. It wasn't right. So, I decided to start Millworth Farms. Where men just like myself can come and enjoy themselves to their fullest extent without worrying about their families or colleagues finding out." He seemed very proud of himself.

"Well, I guess that's turning a frown upside down." Tony crossed his arms over his chest. He spun around so he could lean his back against the wall. "Also pretty profitable. So, is what we paid pretty standard, or what?"

Millworth looked at him like he was insane. "Judge Spano, you personally requested our nicest suite. It, of course, cost more than our basic package. But you already knew that."

Shit. See, this was precisely why going undercover was a bad idea. Tony played it off with a bright smile. "Yeah, well—"

"You're gonna have to excuse him." Said Gibbs from his check up. "He hit his head in the car today. I think the head trauma's catching up with him."

Millworth arched an eyebrow at him. "Well," it was obvious he was trying not to smile. "That sounds… fascinating."

Tony turned to glare at Gibbs, but stopped short. Gibbs was leaning against the table with his pants around his ankles. Tony had to force himself not to stare. But the man was… huge. And thick. A sudden thought of wrapping his fingers around that came to the forefront of his mind.

"Not really," he said finally to push the image away when he felt his jeans tighten. "Nick drives like a maniac."

Millworth nodded. "I think it might be a Marine thing." Then his forehead creased in concern. "I have to say though, I'm a little surprised, I expected the two of you much sooner today. Did something delay you?"

Gibbs shrugged. "We got tired last night, so we decided to pull over and get some rest. Hope it wasn't too much trouble." Tony was actually a little impressed. It had been a few years since Gibbs was undercover. Tony was surprised at how well the man could think on his feet. But then again, it was Gibbs. There wasn't really a whole lot the man wasn't amazing at.

"Oh no, it's no trouble at all. It was just when you called and asked your suite to be ready by 0600 sharp, I was honestly expecting you at 0600."

"We probably would have been, but I made him pull over." Tony added a wink into his delivery. That earned him a glare from the boss, but at this point he didn't really care. Gibbs was the one who got him into this mess.

"Well," said Dr. Fisher from his position in front of Gibbs. "All done. Now, Judge Spano, if you would be so kind." Gibbs pulled his pants up and traded positions with Tony. "Jamie." The male nurse popped his head back in. "Could you please take Nick's blood for the HIV test?"

Jamie nodded as he stepped into the room. Tony was uncomfortable, but dropped his pants to his ankles.

The room went silent.

Tony stared at each man in the room. Not a single one of them made eye contact, they were all busy looking down at him. More specifically, his dick. Millworth and Jamie were practically salivating, Dr. Fisher was trying to appear professional (and failing miserably). But the one that freaked him out the most was Gibbs. His face was completely void of emotion, but he was staring at Tony like he did everything else, with intensity and focus. Like he was memorizing every line, every curve. Tony felt his blood drop between his legs.

He jerked his head away from that intense gaze and tried thinking of everything non sexual--an image of his grandmother in a bikini popped up. The last thing he needed right now was a boner in front of three gay men and his boss.

Tony was used to people ogling his body. He knew he was a good looking guy and he wasn't shy enough to deny it. But the look he was usually given was typically a flirtatious smile or a leer. He wasn't used to Gibbs' looks.

Fifteen minutes later he had been poked and prodded to Dr. Fisher's heart's content. So now he and Gibbs sat, waiting for the results.

The doctor and nurse were running the tests, and Millworth excused himself to take care of something back at the main building. That left Gibbs and Tony alone in the waiting room.

The young man took the opportunity to confront Gibbs about the sudden undercover op. He leaned closer and kept his voice low. "So, wanna tell me what went through your mind when you went along with Millworth?"

Gibbs kept his voice low to match. "I figured that these guys clearly didn't know who Keller and Spano were. I knew they weren't gonna give us anything helpful when I questioned them. This way, we can study them without them being none the wiser. If our killer is here, they'll know we aren't Keller and Spano."

"Or they'll think they killed the wrong guys."

Gibbs shrugged. "Either way, we should know when we meet them. We play the part, question people, see who knows what."

"What about the fact that we don't know anything about this place, or who we're supposed to be."

"You played a contract killer with Ziva when you didn't know anything about him."

"We stayed up in our room the majority of the time, we didn't have to mingle with a bunch of high powered closet cases. And I seem to recall that case ending with me being tied up being beaten by an assassin! What if they recognize us?"

"Then I question them like a federal agent." The look he gave Tony clearly said that he was annoyed with all the questions. Gibbs apparently thought everything through, but Tony wanted to be on the same page. Or at least in the same chapter.

"So, what? We get Ducky to tell us everything he can about Keller and Spano from the autopsies, and get McGee to figure anything out on their computers?"

"Good job, Tony, you're catching up."

"But what if our covers are blown before they give us the intel?"

Gibbs arched an eyebrow. "You think your cover's gonna be blown?"

Tony shrugged. "I didn't think my cover was gonna be blown in the La Granouille case, and we all know how that one turned out."

Gibbs shrugged. He obviously knew Tony had a point, but he wasn't going to admit it. "We'll deal with it," was all he said.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Great plan boss."

If Gibbs was going to answer, he never got to. Dr. Fisher walked out with a clearly excited smile on his face. He seriously had a gleam, like a kid who just woke up Christmas morning to find the BB gun he always wanted. "You both are completely clean. Not a single trace of any venereal diseases."

Tony was definitely happy to hear that. He always figured with the number of partners he's had over the years that he would have at least something. He always wore a condom, but those fail sometimes.

He and Gibbs rose to their feet. "Great, now what?" He didn't know where their room was, he didn't have a key. This really was a bad plan.

Dr. Fisher nodded. "I already called Mr. Millworth, he's on his way to escort you to your suite."

Gibbs nodded. "We're gonna wait outside." He turned on his heel and opened the door for the clinic. Tony shoved his sunglasses on and made to follow him when Dr. Fisher stopped him.

He wasn't sure what the doctor wanted, but he was eyeing him like he was nervous or embarrassed. Or possibly a mixture of the two. "My shift ends in two hours."

Tony had absolutely no idea how that was relevant. He was about to make a crack, somewhere along the lines of "good for you" or "have fun with that" when he felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing. He groaned in pain. It was definitely going to leave a bruise.

"He's here with me, doctor," said Gibbs. There was a predatory smile on his face.

He pulled Tony along by the shoulder and practically shoved him outside. After he regained his balance he wheeled on his boss. Gibbs was moving into his personal space again. His face was on fire with anger.

Tony waited for the typical chewing out that Gibbs always gave him when he stood this close. But the man didn't say anything. He kept his mouth shut and just stared Tony down. "I do something wrong, boss?"

"Is everything alright here?" They didn't turn around to know that Millworth had joined them. He sounded genuinely concerned, and considering they were undercover—quite possibly as a couple—they should have switched gears the second they heard him coming. But they stayed lock in each other's gaze. Gibbs was glaring at him, but Tony still couldn't figure out why.

Gibbs finally broke contact and strode closer to Millworth. "You might wanna look further into your help. Your doctor just made a pass at Tony."

Millworth started walking again towards the main building. "I assure you Dr. Fisher is very professional, sir."

"Don't 'sir' me, Mr. Millworth. I'm not that old."

That earned a small chuckle from the man. "Quite right, Lieutenant Colonel."

"You can call me Nick."

Millworth took a left right before the main office. He stopped in front of a decent sized cabin. It had a very rustic feel to it. As with every other cabin, there was a hot tub connected to it, although this one was in a glass outdoor room, completely protected by the elements or bugs.

"Well, Nick, Judge Spano, this is your cabin." He pulled a small credit card out of his pocket. "Here is your key card. And if you need anything at all, just dial one on your room phones, and it will connect you to the main offices. Do you have any questions?"

"You got a TV in there?"

Millworth smiled like he actually thought that was funny. "With HBO, Starz, Showtime, Cinemax, and unlimited pay channels. Just as you requested, Your Honor."

It was Tony's turn to smile. "Call me Tony."

Millworth nodded and finally took his leave. Tony watched him as he walked back into the first building. "Are we supposed to be a couple?"

*~*

Jethro was silently regretting his sudden decision to go undercover with Tony. He had absolutely no idea that Keller and Spano were gay. And what the hell kind of resort was this? These kinds of things actually existed? Honestly, he had an easier time believing in a pony-play farm.

Tony was sitting at the edge of the bed, watching the rather impressive television. He had it the information channel. A video was playing with a boring narrator. The images were all of miserable business and military men.

"Even in this day and age, homosexual men cannot be free to enjoy themselves," said the narrator. "Always forced to remain in the closet, sometimes marry women in order to keep up the charade. If these men were ever forced to come out of the closet." The video on the screen was a good looking Asian man on a bed with a black male lover when a woman—presumably the Asian man's wife—walked in with a basket of laundry. Jethro could have scoffed. Only an idiot would have sex with his lover when his wife was home during laundry. "They're lives would be in shambles. Say nothing of the scandal."

Millworth came on the screen. "And that's where we come in! Millworth Farms is a place that allows gay men to come and enjoy themselves as much as they want without fear of being outted, or ruined. Here we provide complete confidentiality and discretion." The camera zoomed out, to reveal Millworth standing in front of the bar at the end of the row. "Now you may be asking yourself, how can we be sure? How do you know that we are as discreet as we say? It's simple. Every employee and worker at Millworth Farms is a homosexual man."

"This is by far the dumbest thing I've ever seen," Tony said monotonously. Jethro couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his mouth.

"Everyone here has been in the same position as you. So come on down!" Millworth accentuated his words with a wave of the hand. "We don't judge. You like kinky sex? Bondage? Don't worry, you're not the only one. Here at Millworth Farms, you might just find your soulmate." He winked. The credits rolled.

"Well that was educational." Tony leaned back and plopped on the bed. His head was even with Jethro's knee. "Why are we doing this, boss?"

"I already told you."

"Yeah, but you came up with that plan before we found out what this place was. We still don't know anything about Keller and Spano. And McGee and Ziva are never gonna let us live this down." He covered his eyes with the balls of his hands.

Jethro growled. "You think McGee and Ziva are gonna say something to me about this?"

"You? No. Me, I'm not that lucky."

Jethro couldn't explain it, but a part of him was actually a little upset by Tony's reaction. He knew that it made no sense, he worked with Tony long enough to know how much he liked women. But for just a second, he got to pretend that he and Tony were a couple.

He let his thoughts drift back to the clinic. He tried not to, but he couldn't stop his gaze from falling over Tony's body after he dropped his pants. Jethro knew that he was pretty well endowed, but he had nothing on Tony. And it was perfectly shaped. The skin looked so velvety, he had to literally hold himself back so he didn't reach out to touch it. He felt so pathetic just thinking about it. He was a guy, a Marine for god's sake. He shouldn't have been fantasizing about touching another man's cock. He shouldn't have even been looking.

"Call McGee, tell him what's going on, get him to—"

"Process Keller and Spano's apartments, see if there's anything there that can help us with our assignment, on it, boss." Tony jumped up and grabbed his cell phone. He sat down in one of the recliners on the other side of the room.

Jethro grabbed his own phone and dialed Ducky's number down in the Morgue. The phone was answered after three rings.

"Autopsy," the voice was clearly not Ducky.

"Palmer, put Dr. Mallard on the phone."

"Uh, who may I say is calling?" He stuttered out.

Jethro wanted to growl again. "It's Gibbs, Palmer! Get Dr. Mallard!"

"Uh, y-yes, Agent Gibbs." The phone was dropped and banged into the wall. Jethro didn't pull his cell away in time before it echoed into his ear.

A few moments later, Ducky was on the other end. "Jethro! I'm rather surprised to hear from you, I wasn't expecting anything until you got back later tonight—"

"We're not coming back, Duck."

Silence.

"What do you mean, Jethro?"

"Millworth Farms is an all male resort. They don't know that Keller and Spano are dead. Me and Tony assumed their identities."

Ducky didn't sound very happy about that. "Are you sure about that? The last time Anthony went undercover at the drop of a hat, he wound up tied to a chair by a group of hired killers."

"Spano was a judge, not an assassin."

"But somebody actually killed Judge Anthony Spano."

"Duck! I'm here. Nothin's gonna happen. But I need your help."

"You need me to tell you everything about Nicholas Keller and Anthony Spano for you?"

"Whatever you can, Duck." There was silence again. "Duck, did you find something?"

"I did. But you won't like it. As soon as I got them back to Autopsy, I did a preliminary physical on the bodies. I found something on Lieutenant Colonel Keller."

He was quiet again, which annoyed the hell out of Jethro. "What, Ducky?"

"Evidence of ongoing sexual intercourse."

"He's a grown man, doctor, I would expect—" Ducky cut him off.

"Evidence of homosexual sexual intercourse."

Jethro already figured that. Still, he decided to play dumb. "How did you find that out?"

"According to my examination, there were signs that Lieutenant Colonel Keller had… batted for the other team, but there was no signs of tearing or assault."

Jethro rubbed his eyes. "What about Spano?"

"No nothing. Jethro, you said that Millworth Farms was an all male resort."

"That's right."

"What kind of all male resort?"

"Listen, Ducky, you find anything else, you call me, understood?"

"Of course, Jethro." If Ducky said anything else, Jethro didn't hear it. He hung up. Over on the opposite side of the room, Tony was still on the phone.

The young man didn't seem particularly happy about something. His mouth was tense and his eyes had that wild look he got whenever he was angry. "Just do it!" He flipped his phone shut and tossed it over his shoulder on the bed.

"You told McGee about the Farm, didn't you?"

"No, but he kept asking questions, it took me five minutes just to tell him to run Millworth and Dr. Fisher."

Jethro smiled proudly. He didn't even tell Tony to run those two names, but he did it anyway. "He gonna check out Spano and Keller's apartments?"

Tony nodded. "He and Ziva are on their way to Keller's place now." Tony grinned. "Ziva's driving."

Jethro chuckled. That certainly had to be the perfect revenge from Tony's point of view. "Are you ready?"

Tony looked to him and arched an eyebrow. "Ready for what?"

"To play gay."

Well, let me know what you thought of it, if you like it, if you like where it's going, yada yada, etc. etc. See ya next week!

Bob