Ok, I'm hitting writer's block. I'm sorry, but I know where I want the story to go, but I'm having a hard time getting it there. I'm not giving up, don't worry about that, but I have a midterm on Thursday, and I'm having family issues, plus I'm trying to edit my novel, write my movie, and my TV show... I'm swamped, and I need a really big ego boosts. I learned very quickly that ego boosts get my butt back on track. So, please, I beg you, stroke my feathers (Tony reference episode Bounce) so I can hit the gear shift and start going again! Thank you, that is all

Chapter Five

Tony wasn't just being cocky. He and Jethro kicked Jarvey's and Griffin's asses. Jethro expected the soldier to be upset about that, but it didn't seem like he even noticed at all. He was too busy flirting with Tony to notice anything.

Jethro watched from his booth as Jarvey practically straddled Tony's lap at the bar. Griffin sat opposite him, watching the display as well. Jarvey clearly had a lot to drink. Tony ordered an alcoholic beverage, but so far, Jethro hadn't seen him actually consume any. Jethro, on the other hand, was on his third bourbon and he was planning on having more.

"Are you alright with all of this?" Griffin asked as the young soldier stroked Tony's arm.

Jethro shrugged. "He's free to do whatever he wants." He tried to sound completely nonchalant, but inside he wanted to rip every bone in Jarvey's body out through his skin and build a boat with them.

He didn't know why he was so angry with the man. In actuality, he should be laughing his ass off. Tony was hitting on a guy, that should have at least made him smile. But instead all he could do was scowl. "What about you?" He finally asked. "Aren't you upset about," he pointed to the display instead of voicing it.

Griffin chuckled. "Josh and I aren't a couple, Nick. I just met him tonight."

"But you're not upset that Tony ruined everything for you?"

"Tony is a good looking fellow. I'm smart enough to know that I have nothing on him."

That was true. Griffin was a decent looking guy, red hair, pale skin, blue eyes. But compared to Tony, he was an ogre. But then again, "Neither do I," Jethro said as he took another sip of his bourbon.

Griffin chuckled. "How serious are the two of you?"

That was a good question. Jethro didn't really know. Just how close were he and Tony supposed to be? Were they in a serious relationship? Or were they just friends who decided to take a vacation together? "We're still trying to work that out."

"But you have slept together, haven't you?"

The federal agent knew that Griffin was fishing. He saw how the televangelist paled when he heard the name Spano. He just couldn't figure out what Spano did to make a televangelist reverend want to kill him.

Jethro just shrugged his response to the question.

Griffin mocked him by shrugging back. "I don't, what does that even mean? You don't know if you've made love?"

Jethro chuckled. "Tony, making love. That's a good one." Griffin didn't share his amusement. Fact he looked pretty annoyed. After a second, Jethro calmed down and took a sip of his drink. "I wouldn't really describe sex with Tony as making love."

"So you have had sex?"

Jethro rolled his eyes. "Griffin, if you want Tony, talk to him, not me. Just don't expect much. Tony's a playboy." It looked like Griffin was about to say something again. "No! We haven't had sex."

He should have said yes. Most likely, Keller and Spano had slept together, probably more than once. He didn't know why he said no.

"Did you ever want to?"

"Every day." He didn't know why he said that either.

He kept his eyes glued to Tony and Jarvey. The young soldier had a look on his face like he knew he was getting laid tonight. It pissed the older man off. But what bothered him even more was how Tony looked. His smile wasn't forced, it wasn't fake. He truly looked like he was having a good time with some young guy grinding on his lap.

Jethro wanted to pull his eyes away, but he just couldn't. Even as Griffin made small talk—all surrounding Tony—his gaze was glued to his agent.

"So, whose idea was this vacation?" Griffin asked.

Jethro shrugged. He decided to count all of his lies during the conversation. "Mine." Truth. Tony was doing his Connery impression. He always held his mouth weird when he was doing his Connery impression. Jarvey was eating it up.

"Was he afraid to come out here?"

"Excited." Lie.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jethro saw Griffin nod. "Were you planning on sleeping together while you're here?"

Jethro shrugged again. "Most likely." Lie.

Silence stretched on for at least five minutes before Griffin asked another question. And it took another five minutes just to get it out. "Who would, uh, I mean, that is to say, uh, what… position, would you have?"

The federal agent smirked. "I'm the catcher." That one was tricky, it was both the truth and a lie. Lieutenant Colonel Keller was the catcher, but Jethro wasn't, although he wasn't necessarily opposed to it either.

The foreplay between Tony and Jarvey intensified. Jethro couldn't take anymore. He knew that Tony was doing his job, and he should be doing the same thing, but he just couldn't. He slammed his drink on the table in front of him and rose to his feet. Griffin's eyes followed him, but he didn't say a word. He just let Jethro stride out of the bar.

*~*

Tony watched his boss leave in a huff. He furrowed his eyebrows. Why was Gibbs so angry? What did he do now? He really couldn't think of the answer to that one.

Jarvey wriggled around his lap. Tony turned his attention back to him with a bright smile. It was completely fake, but still believable. This is what Tony did, he played people. And he was damn good at it.

Jarvey was drunk. Completely trashed, his words were slurring. Tony pressed his glass to his mouth. The liquid hit his upper lip but didn't pass through. When Tony went up to the bar he had every intention of getting a non alcoholic beer, but when Jarvey insisted on coming with him, his plan was thwarted. He couldn't get something non alcoholic without Jarvey getting suspicious (this was when he was still relatively sober). So instead he did the next best thing. He ordered a regular beer and just pretended to drink it. The later it got and the more alcohol the soldier consumed, he had no idea that Tony's drink never emptied.

"So," Jarvey slurred. "Why don't we go back to your place?"

Tony just smiled. "I don't think Nick would appreciate that." He could just imagine how Gibbs would react if he came back to their cabin with a drunken sailor ripping off his clothes. "What's wrong with your suite?" He wriggled his eyebrows, even though he had no intention of following through.

Jarvey, slightly embarrassed, dropped his head on Tony's shoulder. Tony could have killed him right there, if only he had his gun. Jarvey looked back up, his eyes glazed over. Possibly with lust, or inebriation, or a little of both. "I don't actually have one."

Well that was definitely an interesting twist.

*~*

Jethro pulled off his jeans, jacket and over shirt before he climbed into bed. On the nightstand next to him was a pile of magazines. Nothing about boats. There were a few Sniper magazines, though. Jethro smirked. Keller was a Marine through and through.

Tony stormed into the room and slammed the door behind him. He stood in the entryway for at least two minutes, completely still. Jethro was about to ask what the hell he was doing when Tony gave a full body shiver, complete with sound effects.

Jethro smiled again. "Ya have fun tonight, DiNozzo?"

The young man scoffed. "Yeah, boss, loads." He pulled his sweatshirt off. Jethro tensed.

"You find out anything useful?"

Tony pulled his jeans off. Jethro kept his eyes trained on his magazine. "Corporal Jarvey had a fling with Dr. Fisher. Apparently, our arrival was the buzz of the resort."

"Really? Why?"

Tony shrugged. "Jarvey didn't know," he grabbed his pillow and dropped it on the floor, "but after our reservations were made, the place flooded with people. The Farm is completely booked. Jarvey's actually staying with Fisher."

Jethro scratched his chin. That many people responded to 'their' arrival wasn't a good sign. Anyone of them could be their killers. "Did he know which guys made reservations after us?"

"Just one." Tony looked him square in the eye as he spoke his next words. "Wilbur Griffin."

Jethro smirked. He knew there was something fishy about that guy.

"We should question him boss."

Jethro shook his head. "We can't afford to blow our covers just yet. If we're wrong, we won't get anywhere in the future."

Tony nodded. Then he sighed dramatically. "We just had to get stuck in an oversized closet, didn't we?" He plopped down on the floor.

Jethro leaned over the bed to see his senior field agent on a makeshift sleeping bag stuck between the bed and the wall. They hadn't even discussed sleeping arrangements.

"How will we know which of the guests booked after Spano and Keller?"

Tony shrugged. "Sounds more like McGee's specialty."

"So think like McGee."

Tony perked up. "Ooh that sounds like fun." He sat up. Jethro ignored how his boxer shorts rode up his thigh. Tony got a nervous pout looking thing on his face. "Well, uh, boss, it would probably involve some complicated computer words that I don't know how to simplify until you yell at me."

Jethro rolled his eyes towards the ceiling. But he didn't say anything, he actually let Tony finish.

"Well, we could probably hack into the resorts database, get a list of all their, uh, th-their guests and cross check them with the time they made their reservations." He smiled proudly as he finished. He was either proud of his impersonation of McGee or because of his plan. Jethro couldn't tell nor did he really care.

"Except this place doesn't have internet access." How was McGee supposed to hack if the Farm wasn't even online?

Tony's smile fell. "Well I never said it was a foolproof plan."

Jethro shrugged. "We can work it, but we'll have to do it without McGee." He could tell by his face that Tony didn't like the sound of that. Jethro crawled back onto his side of the bed. "Get some rest, you got a long day tomorrow."

"I can hardly wait," Tony muttered. "I just love hacking."

Jethro chuckled before he drifted off to sleep.

I totally forgot about this! The next chapter so far is my favorite chapter (No, it doesn't involve sex, but there are a few awkward moments. And morning wood... yeeeeeaaaaah) Well, please review, let me know what you thought, as usual. See you on Wednesday!

Bob