Well, I did it, I wrote the first sex scene, and I can say whole heartedly, it is without a doubt the most graphic sex scene I have ever written. Two more chapter (one more week) and you will get to see what should happen on the damn show! Not that stupid Tiva or Gibbs and that M. Allison Hart crap. Seriously, I just saw Mother's Day, very heartfelt episode, ruined by Hart. But Gena Rowlands was fantastic, as per usual, as was Mark Harmon. I'm gonna shut up now so you can read what I know you all want to read.

Chapter Eight

Robert seethed as he walked back into his office, Trent in tow. He was angry, and Trent could alleviate some of that.

"Sir, is everything alright?" Trent asked.

Robert rolled his eyes. "No, Trent, everything is not alright. That bastard Keller is a fucking bastard!" If Trent was going to comment on that, he made the smart choice and kept his mouth shut. "Who does he think he is, talking to me like that?"

"Sir, Mr. Keller isn't the first one to ask questions about leaving the farm."

Robert ripped his office door open and then slammed it shut when he entered. "And that pisses me off. I provide these men with an incredible place for them to be themselves. I offer great food, a fucking nightclub! Everything they could possibly want is right here." During his tirade, he crossed the room and sat in his chair, automatically the back massager started up. "And all those assholes can think about it leaving."

Trent stood in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back, at attention. Remnants of his time in the National Guard. "Sir, some people just can't appreciate something great when it's right in front of him."

Robert chuckled. "You are damn right, Trent." He pushed his chair away from his desk and leaned back. "Now, why don't you get over there and make me feel better?"

Trent gave him a harsh nod before he crossed the room. He got to his knees in front of Robert an started to unzip his pants. The boy never looked at him. He never did.

Robert smirked. He ran his hand through Trent's soft hair. He couldn't imagine a time when there was no hair. He especially couldn't figure out why Trent would want to shave it. When Robert first met to boy, his hair was short, but it wasn't a buzz cut. After hiring him, Robert told him that he no longer was to keep his hair short. It was far too pretty.

Trent's head bobbed up and down on Robert's cock, engulfing his flesh in heat all the way to the base. Robert could feel his dick being sucked and pulled into Trent's mouth while his tongue rubbed against the thick vein on the underside.

He groaned. It was like the boy was trying to suck his come right out of his balls.

He pulled his hand away and jiggled his mouse. His screensaver dissolved away to be replaced with his desktop.

*~*

There were definitely moans and groans coming from Millworth's office. All one sided. Someone was getting a blow job. And Tony had to assume it was Millworth.

But it didn't really matter to him. He was outside. He was safe. He dove through the window as quickly and as quietly as he could. He was actually surprised that it worked. But it did and that was all that mattered.

He stayed under the window like some cliché movie while Millworth and the receptionist—Trent—talked about how much of a bastard Gibbs was. They weren't wrong.

After a moment, when he decided that he was finally in the clear, he started to crawl away. He didn't need to hear Millworth getting off. That was just creepy.

He rounded the corner when he was stopped by someone. He yelped and fell back on his butt. Gibbs knelt in front of him with that damn smirk on his face. "Don't do that to me!" Tony hissed.

"Did ya get it, DiNozzo?"

Tony held up the flashdrive. "Got it. What did Millworth say about leaving?"

"Not permitted."

"Damn."

"I got an idea, follow me." He darted into the woods, still bent over.

Tony begrudgingly followed. "Is this idea better than your last one?" He mumbled under his breath. But of course, he said it to Gibbs, who could hear everything.

The older man wheeled around and glared at him. "What did you just say to me?" The look on his face was murderous. It was a look that not only could kill, but could bury you too.

"On your six, boss." He added a small smile. Tony didn't doubt for a second that Gibbs knew he was lying. But fortunately, he didn't fight him on it.

They walked through the woods for at least twenty minutes. Gibbs didn't tell him anything about his plans. It was typical, he expected Tony to read his mind. Normally the younger agent always knew what Gibbs was thinking, but not on this case.

Gibbs stopped walking. They were standing in front of a really tall fence that stretched as high as most of the trees. Tony tossed his head back just to see the top.

He knew what Gibbs was thinking.

"Please tell me you're kidding, boss."

Gibbs smirked at him before he started climbing the fence. Tony groaned. This was payback for his comment earlier, he just knew it. This wasn't going to be fun. But, nevertheless, he gripped the metal rings and pulled himself up. Gibbs was much higher than he was. In Tony's defense, Gibbs got a head start on him. Otherwise they'd at least be equal.

The boss flipped over the top of the fence only seconds before Tony did. The trip down was a lot different that the trip up. Most notably, going down was much more terrifying. He couldn't see where his feet were hitting, the holes felt smaller. It required more care and more patience.

He heard the thump, indicating that Gibbs had landed. He groaned again. "Today, DiNozzo!" Gibbs called out.

"Almost there, boss!" He took another step down. But, of course, knowing his luck, he lost his footing. He tried to catch himself but it was no use. He lost his grip and fell off the fence.

He yelped. The fall only lasted a few seconds—and he thanked everything holy for that. He hit something hard before he hit the dirt.

His landing didn't hurt as much as it should have. Although it probably hurt Gibbs. It took Tony a second to realize that he landed on his boss. He just dropped Gibbs to the ground.

He was in trouble.

Gibbs groaned. "Nice landing."

"Sorry boss."

Silence passed between them for at least a minute. Gibbs' gun pressed into Tony's back. He didn't even know he'd grabbed it. "You gonna get off of me anytime soon, DiNozzo?"

Tony jerked to his feet. "Sorry." He mentally scolded himself. He had no idea why he didn't just stand up. It wasn't like he was in too much pain or anything. He felt just fine. And Gibbs felt fine too…

"We should probably get moving, I told McGee to meet us down the road." He turned around towards Gibbs, but didn't see him standing there. He looked down. Gibbs was still lying on the ground where he fell. "You ok, boss?"

He took another few moments, but he did end up standing again. He stumbled a little, Tony reached out to help support him. Gibbs jerked back. "What are you doin'? Get moving!" He started walking again.

Tony rolled his eyes. By the time this assignment was done, either Gibbs was going to kill him, or he was going to kill himself. Either way, he was going to die, and very soon.

*~*

Love was a complicated emotion. More often than not, it ended in heartbreak, as the planner was well aware. But failure was not an option, and neither was quitting.

A new plan was being executed at this very moment. It was still similar to the last plan, with a few new differences. Most notably, the complication was to be taken care of. Once that was out of the way, the lover would come back.

Sitting back with a bright smile, the planner's eyes closed. Love was a complicated emotion, but it was well worth it.

*~*

The walk was long, at least an hour. And that was at a fast paced. They stayed in the forest, avoiding the actual road. Jethro was in front of Tony the entire time. It was absolutely ridiculous, but when Tony fell on him, he reacted. Who the hell gets excited after getting dropped to the ground?

They finally came to the turn off for the road. Despite how long it took them to get there, there was nobody in sight. The road was relatively flat, making the road clear for miles on end, and still Jethro couldn't see McGee coming. He groaned. This was going to be a long wait.

He sat down on an old tree trunk that had fallen over. Judging by the color of the roots and how the dirt formed, it had been here for a while and nobody bothered to get rid of it.

Tony paced on the side of the road. Jethro rolled his eyes. "Planning on picking up a client, DiNozzo?"

"Most people around here couldn't afford me, boss." The response was so sudden it actually shocked the older man. Apparently Tony wasn't kidding when he said he could be witty.

Jethro was about to comment again when he saw it. The black sedan. McGee was almost here.

He stood up and moved next to Tony, who still hadn't stopped bouncing up and down. Jethro couldn't figure out why he was being so fidgety. The insane pathetic jealous part of him thought it might have something to do with Corporal Jarvey, but he pushed that down. That was just ridiculous. Both because Tony wasn't gay, and because there was no way that Jethro was jealous of some twenty-something kid.

McGee pulled to the side of the road and climbed out of the car. He held a map in his hands, in case someone drove by it would look like he was just asking for directions.

"Get lost, Probie?"

McGee glared at Tony. "No. I was driving from D.C. to West Virginia, it's a long trip."

Tony smirked his patented smirk at him. "Whatever you say."

McGee rolled his eyes. "Do you have it? Or did you come all the way down here to mess with me?"

"Well, not like that wouldn't be very fun, but I wouldn't jump a twenty foot fence for you. Ziva, maybe, but not you." He pulled the flashy thing out of his pocket and tossed it to the junior agent.

Jethro watched the exchange with a smile on his face. Despite how much McGee would complain about Tony, the older man knew the truth. They cared about each other. The two fought like brothers, but they took care of each other like brothers too.

"How long will it take you to get us the list, McGee?" Jethro finally spoke up.

McGee shook his head. "I don't know, I haven't opened it yet, I don't know if it's encrypted—"

"McGee!"

"By tomorrow at the earliest. But that's including the trip back to D.C. As soon as I find anything I'll give you a call."

Tony and Jethro nodded.

McGee smiled. "So, how's the resort? Is it nice?"

Tony grinned. "You'd fit right in, Probie."

Jethro kept his head down so they couldn't see his smile. McGee looked at his Senior Agent with a curious look. Nobody moved for at least thirty seconds. Jethro turned his glare on McGee. "McGee, what are you still doing here?" He pointed at the car.

The younger agent visibly paled before he scrambled towards the driver's seat again. He turned the car around and drove off in the direction that he came, now with the flashy thing.

Tony sighed. "Are you sure you wanna go back to the farm? I mean, we don't have to go back. We could just, you know, do the cop thing from out—"Jethro cut him off with a smack to the head. He hadn't needed to smack him in a while, but the boy needed it now.

He turned back around and started the long trek back. Behind him, Tony kept grumbling about anything and everything. That just made Jethro smile.

*~*

Tim drove back to Washington, constantly fidgeting. He wanted to know what was going on that damn resort! Why didn't Gibbs or Tony want to tell him anything? There was something going on, and Tim was going to find out.

When he stepped back into the NCIS building several hours later, Ziva was sitting at her desk, and Abby was bouncing up and down wildly in front of her. She stopped when she saw him.

"Is it true?" She practically screamed out. She bounded towards him. Tim braced himself so he didn't fall over. "Tony and Gibbs aren't coming back?"

Tim sighed. "Tony and Gibbs went undercover. It was a sudden operation, but they're gonna be just fine."

Abby didn't look convinced. "But McGee! It's Tony! You know how much trouble he always gets in! What if he gets hurt? What if—"

"Abby!" He cut her off. "Me and Ziva have already talked about this, Tony is with Gibbs. Gibbs isn't gonna let anything happen to him." She widened her eyes as far as they would go. Tim always hated when she did that. It made her look so sweet and innocent that he wanted nothing more than to protect her. It wasn't like he still had feelings for her, he accepted that they'd only ever be friends from now on, but she still meant a lot to him. "I promise you, they're gonna be alright."

She nodded, still a little upset, but clearly calming down. "Ok. I have to go. I have to go and help the bossman. And you have to find out who our killer is so Tony and Gibbs can come home!" She gave him her death glare. Most everyone else usually ignored it, but Tim was still afraid of what she could do to him.

She wheeled around, her pigtails flying through the air and ran for the elevator. Tim shook his head and sat down at his desk. He plugged in the flashdrive and waited for the run program box to pop up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something was off. He looked up and jumped. Ziva had snuck up on him. She was leaning against his desk. "How did you get over here so fast, I just sat down?"

"How are they?" He picked up the noticeable worry in her voice.

"Ziva, they're fine. A little annoyed about something, and they still won't tell me anything about Millworth Farms, but they haven't killed each other yet." He watched her face. Ziva was always really good at hiding her emotions, but her eyes usually gave her away, especially where Tony was concerned. Tim always knew the former Mossad officer had a little bit of a crush on him. For someone so skilled, she wasn't very good at hiding it.

"What did they give you?" She asked, changing the subject and pushing their attention back to the case. She circled around his desk so she could look at his monitor.

"Oh, it's the reservation spread sheet for the resort. Tony said that a lot of people made reservations after Keller and Spano."

"They think that one of those guests is our shooter?"

"That's what we gotta find out. I gotta get them the list of all the guests, plus when they made their reservations."

"Give me their names and I will run their backgrounds."

"Thanks. But I still gotta get into the program first." With a few clicks of his mouse and keyboard, an Excel spreadsheet popped up. So far it didn't look good. "They're must be hundreds of names here."

Ziva sighed heavily in his ear. "How long will this take you?"

Tim shrugged. "I don't know, but it shouldn't be too long." He started going through the list. The first column was the guest's name, the next was what package they ordered, then their reservation date, and their check in and check-out dates. It was all here. And it was all going back at least fifteen years. "Or maybe it might."

"Do you want my help?"

Tim shook his head. "No, I can write a program that can shorten my search to within the last year. Check reservation dates with check in dates of those." He started typing again. Almost immediately, fourteen years worth of names disappeared. The list was still incredibly long, but it was a lot shorter than before.

"Hey wait a second." He peered closer to the screen.

"What is it, what do you see?"

Nothing good, he thought.

Once again, I hoped you liked it. I got to this point and I was like "hey wait a minute, I haven't written Abby yet!" And she's one of my favorite characters, besides Tony, or course. But I was always a firm believer that if Tony has to be with a woman, I would much rather it be Abby than Ziva.

So, anyone have any guesses as to what McGee noticed? I'll dedicate the next chapter to whoever figures it out...

Bob