I want to say thank you to everyone who put my grandfather in their thoughts. I am happy to report that he is doing much better, he is no longer yellow and his temperature is going down, although he's still weak and he needs to drink more water. It's a slow road, but he is getting there, so thank you all.

And now that my midterm is over, I have a little more time to write, so I hope I can get this story done soon! Hope you like this chapter!

Chapter Seven

Tony was still trying to wrap his mind around what the hell had happened. He barely even remembered Gibbs telling him to sleep in the bed instead of on the floor. What he especially didn't understand was how the two of them ended up holding hands in their sleep.

His groin ached, begging him to release the pressure. The pressure that thickened when he saw Gibbs standing in front of him in a tee shirt and boxers, sporting his own case of morning wood. He ran a hand over his face. There was definitely something wrong with him.

He grabbed his phone. He may have just woken up, but he was still on the job, he just had to remember that.

He quickly dialed McGee's cell number. It rang three times before the younger man picked up. "McGee." Tony noted how heavy his words were with sleep.

"McGee, its Tony."

"Hey," He paused, probably to yawn. "How's the farm?"

"Peachy, I woke up with a gun pointed at my head. Listen I need you to do something for me." He relayed the majority of the details he learned from Jarvey last night. He, of course, left out anything about sexuality. He also told him about the plan to hack into the farm's database. "I need you to drive up to the dirt road that leads to the resort. After I'm done hacking, I'll meet you down the road and hand the stuff over."

"Do you need my help with the hacking?"

Tony groaned. "No, Probie, I know how to open a file on a computer!" He snapped the phone shut before the other man could make another crack. Gibbs chose that moment to walk out of the bathroom. His hair was wet, but otherwise there was no sign that he had taken a shower. His shirt and boxers were on, and there wasn't a single droplet of water on his skin. He held a small cup of coffee in his hand.

"McGee's driving down to get the info I pull off of Millworth's database. I told him to meet us a few miles down."

Gibbs nodded. "You got a little," he held his hand up and made strange hand gestures that Tony didn't recognize. "stick, memory thing?"

It took Tony a second to understand Gibbs' technical speak. "You mean a flashdrive?"

"Is that what it's called?"

Tony nodded. "Yeah. And no, I don't, but I saw a little electronics store down the line. I tell ya this place is like a little town, it has everything you could possibly need."

"How you gonna pay for it?"

"ATM outside the restaurant, I can get cash there." He had already thought of all this last night before he went to sleep. Gibbs wasn't the only one who could be prepared.

Gibbs nodded again. "I'm going with you to meet McGee. It'll look less suspicious if we both leave together instead of you taking off without me." He put his coffee cup down and grabbed his pants. Tony quickly darted into the bathroom. He still had a little problem in his pants. He was actually surprised that he could have a full conversation with Gibbs like that.

He didn't bother with a cold shower. No, he preferred steaming. And Gibbs left him a lot of hot water.

He leaned against the wall and just let the water slip down his shoulders. He clenched his eyes tight, but when he did, images of Gibbs popped up.

He slapped the wall. "Damn it!" What the hell was wrong with him? That was his boss. His very male, completely heterosexual boss.

The more he thought about that, the more he figured that was the reason for his reactions. Gibbs was the unattainable conquest. The one he couldn't have. It sent his body into overdrive just thinking about being the first guy to get Gibbs on his knees.

His dick twitched as more blood flooded into it. He couldn't stop the moan that escaped his lips. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get that idea out of his thoughts. He didn't even realize that his hand had slipped between his legs. It was all just mechanical as his fingers gripped himself and started working the muscle up and down.

But all he could think about was his boss. The way he looked at him yesterday in the clinic. The way his blank face bore into him, how his eyes took in every detail of his body. Most important was how intense that look was.

More images whirled around on the inside of his eyelids. He imagined how that intensity would transfer to the bedroom. His arm moved faster and his breathing became ragged.

His body shook as his orgasm overtook him. He shot all over the wall. It took him at least another minute before he could even move again. The water was still scalding, it felt good on his back. A part of him just wanted to stay like that until the water ran cold. But if he dawdled too much, there was no doubt that Gibbs would come barging in and start shouting at him.

He didn't think that was a good idea, considering what he just jacked off to.

He washed himself off as quickly as he could. After he dried off he put his boxer shorts back on. Everything else was still in his room. He groaned. He could only hope that Gibbs was dressed now.

When he came back out, Gibbs was putting his buttoned shirt on. Tony breathed a sigh of relief. He honestly didn't think he'd survive if Gibbs was still half naked.

He slapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Ready?"

It didn't take long for Tony to get cash out of the ATM and buy a flash drive. He considered that rather ingenious. He went there and bought a disposable camera. As he got in line he grabbed one, saying that he had been meaning to get one. The guy behind the counter didn't so much as blink.

Tony and Gibbs walked into the main building. The same good looking fellow from yesterday sat behind the desk. It took him a second to notice them, but when he looked up, he smiled brightly.

"Mr. Keller, Mr. Spano, is everything alright?"

Tony looked over at Gibbs. It was his task to create a distraction.

"Yeah," he said. "I had a few questions for Mr. Millworth." He leaned against the counter with a light smirk on his face. Tony stayed back and out of everyone's way.

The receptionist nodded. "I will call him." He picked up the receiver and pressed a button. "Mr. Millworth, Mr. Keller is here to speak with you." He paused a few moments to hear his response. "Yes, sir." He hung up. "He'll be out in just a moment."

Gibbs nodded, but didn't pull away from the counter. Tony found himself studying the man again. He looked completely at ease, as though he was doing nothing out of the ordinary.

Millworth walked out at that point, wearing that obnoxiously bright smile he seemed to favor so much. "Hello Nick. Nice to see you again. How may I help you?" He didn't seem to care when he walked up and just hugged Gibbs. It was only for a fraction of a second, but he still invaded Gibbs' personal space. Tony couldn't do that. He hugged the boss once, and even then he was afraid he was going to get knocked out.

But Gibbs just smiled at him. "I had a few questions that I wanted to ask you." He turned to include the receptionist. The man brightened and stood up.

Millworth nodded. "Of course, anything you need."

Tony slid down the wall, keeping out of Millworth's line of sight, as Gibbs asked questions. Tony wasn't actually listening to what he was saying. He quickly ducked behind the reception desk and strode through the door.

Tony snuck down the hallway, keeping an eye out for security cameras. But he couldn't see any, not even the tiny little ones. He also kept an eye out for the door to Millworth's office. Most of them were unmarked, but Tony hoped that the owner was at least a little greedy.

And he was. At the end of the hall was a gold plaque on a plain wooden door that read "Robert Millworth." Tony said a quick prayer before he tried the knob.

It was unlocked! "Yes." He hissed under his breath before he stepped over the threshold. The office was the typical business space. The walls were painted dark green, the wood was all dark. There were two floor lamps in the room, neither looked very bright. It reminded him of a study from old sleuth movies. Except that Millworth had a pretty fancy computer setup.

The leather chair was heavenly on his backside. He must have sunk in a good two inches. And it seemed to have an automatic back massager. Tony took a moment to lean back and just enjoy the slightly painful sensation on his back.

He could almost feel the whack. Almost hear Gibbs shouting in his ear Now, DiNozzo!

He jerked forward again. "On it, boss!" He turned the monitor on and waited for the screen to pop back up. Millworth had a very… interesting background, to say the least. It was definitely a naked male, lying on a bed, with another naked person, although Tony couldn't figure out their gender. But the majority of the photo was a very naked rear end. Definitely interesting. Otherwise, Millworth's desktop was a generic business one. Files, all relating to the farm, and one Free Cell icon. Tony personally preferred Solitaire, but to each their own.

He clicked on the icon that read "Guest Reservations" and was taken to a spread sheet. He smiled. This was what he wanted, and on his first try too! It looked like it had the names of every guest Millworth Farms ever had. A part of him wanted to go through the list, see if he recognized any of the names, but again, he could feel the whack to the back of his head. So instead, he plugged the flashdrive into the port and saved the file.

Then he heard footsteps in the hallway.

He jerked his head up. Fuck! Not good, definitely not good. He disconnected the drive and pulled it out of the computer. Millworth was on his way back to his office. Judging by the sound, he wasn't alone, either.

This wasn't good. Tony had to hide, and do it quickly. The question was, where was he going to hide? Millworth didn't have a closet and the place was relatively open. He couldn't exactly go out into the hallway, they'd find him there.

He heard the footsteps right outside of the door.

*~*

"So, after we check in, if I want to leave without checking out, is there a sign out sheet, or what?" Jethro asked, keeping his eyesight on the reception desk and the door behind it, it forced the receptionist and Millworth to keep their backs to Tony's escape route.

Millworth shook his head. "Unfortunately, after a guest checks in, we cannot permit them to leave the premises until they check out."

"Why?"

"Safety precautions. It's for the protection of not only the farm, but the other guests as well. I mean, should you be followed back, many lives would be ruined."

Damn, there went one plan. "What if we checked out for an hour, would we be able to check back in?"

"Once a guest checks out, they forfeit their rooms. You would be allowed back, but you would have to make a reservation again, and sadly, you cannot reserve a suite here more than once every three months."

Jethro smirked, even though he was seriously getting agitated. "You're pretty strict around here."

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Colonel, but my guests come first and foremost. We do provide everything you could possibly need here. I see no reason to need to leave." The more he spoke, the more evident Millworth's own annoyance showed through.

Jethro smirked as perverted as possible. "Tony has a bit of an exhibitionist side, if you catch my drift." He winked.

That was one of his lies wrapped in truth. He always thought that the younger man was an exhibitionist, especially after Cuba. And when he was undercover with Ziva. He definitely wasn't shy. Not that he needed to be.

A bit of Millworth's annoyance faded, but not all of it. "Yes, well, there is a fence surrounding the resort. If you would like to go into the woods, then that is allowed, provided that you stay on this side of the fence." He straightened his jacket. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have a great deal of work I have to do."

Jethro's heart skipped a beat. That wasn't good. "Just how tight is security around the fence?" He had to keep talking. Just long enough for Tony to come back out.

Millworth stopped. He sighed heavily. "What do you mean?"

Jethro shrugged. "Barbed wire? Guards? Security cameras?"

Millworth chuckled. "Why would you think we need all of those?"

Jethro shrugged. "If somebody wanted to jump the fence, or get out, I was wondering what you had to stop them."

"The fence is almost as tall as the trees. Unfortunately security cameras were not an option, the resort is not online. And every hour on the hour there is a guard that patrols it. We have never had a break in, Lieutenant Colonel, and we will not have one."

He turned back to the doorway.

"How can you be so sure?"

Millworth stopped again, although he was clearly frustrated. "It would take someone of extreme athleticism to jump that fence, and they would most likely injure themselves on the way down." He shook his head. "No, Mr. Keller. No one is that desperate to leave. No one really ever wants to." He dashed through the entryway before Jethro could stop him again. The receptionist followed.

Damn it! Everything rested on Tony's shoulders now. And Jethro wasn't really sure he'd get out unseen.

So, tell me what you think. Things are getting hinky! I hope you enjoyed it, now I'm gonna get back to writing up chapter nine. I'm hoping to make it a longer chapter. Ok, I'm also hoping to get to the sex around chapter ten. So, just hold out a little bit longer.

Bob