First, I would just like to say that I am terribly sorry, but I will not be able to get a chapter out this saturday. In fact, I most likely won't be able to get a chapter out until next Wednesday. However, this chapter is a little bit longer than the last one, and it also has a bit of fun that will hopefully hold you over for the week, lol.

For the record, when I said I like Kate better than Ziva, it's not that I don't like Ziva, I do, granted she totally pissed me off in Aaliyah, and let's face it, if the tables had turned, and if it was Ziva with Tony's girlfriend fighting to the death, Ziva would have killed her without any hesitation. And most likely she wouldn't have felt nearly as guilty about it as Tony did. Which is probably one of the reasons I like Kate better. But it doesn't mean I don't like Ziva! I'll shut up now.

Oh, and before I forget, a few chapters ago, I got a review talking about how Michael Weatherly doesn't even think he's a good actor (Anyone see the youtube video with him and Mark Harmon, hysterical, but even Mark says that Michael doesn't realize how good an actor he is) they said something about the commentary on Bounce. I don't have NCIS on DVD (Broke college student here) but I was wondering, like, what did he say?

Chapter Fourteen

After the two woke up, they got ready and set off for the meet with McGee. This time, they made it over the fence without any problems. The trip was long, but that was to be expected.

Jethro's mind was reeling after last night. At the time, he didn't really think about what Tony said to him, but afterwards, he realized that their conversation was different than usual. It was teasing and flirty. They flirted. His relationship with Tony was changing, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't scare the shit out of him. But it also excited him at the same time.

McGee was waiting for them when they got there. The road was empty again. Jethro had to take a moment to admire Millworth's ability to plan. He chose one of the most deserted roads Jethro ever saw in this country.

The Junior Agent didn't look happy about his latest assignment. "Are you sure about this, boss?"

Jethro nodded. He still wasn't sure if the man was innocent—not really, anyways—but his gut said he wasn't a killer. He was a man who always followed his gut. And if he wasn't a murderer, then Jethro saw no reason to destroy everything this man held dear. He knew what it was like to be threatened like that.

When he was still married with Stephanie, an ex lover of his came into the picture, begging for a second chance. Jethro turned him down, told him that he was married. The guy freaked and threatened to tell Stephanie everything. Jethro did the only thing he could think to protect his marriage. Unfortunately, that event with Roger ended up destroying his marriage. Afterwards, he felt so guilty that he completely shut Stephanie out. She left not long after.

With a heavy sigh, McGee handed the disk over. "It's all there. And I erased it from Spano's hard drive. This is the only copy."

Jethro nodded again. He saw a look in McGee's eyes that he did not want to see. It was like, by doing this, Jethro was failing him. He hadn't seen that look on McGee's face in a long time. Probably when he realized that Private Investigator, Monroe Cooper, framed an innocent man for the reward money. After that, McGee put his complete faith in Jethro. But today it was like he was feeling that betrayal all over again.

Jethro and Tony still hadn't said a word. There really were no words to say. Jethro knew in his gut that he was doing the right thing.

He turned and walked away. He knew that Tony was following him. Tony would follow him to Hell if he could, without Jethro asking.

"Everything ok, boss?" Tony asked after about five minutes.

"What?" Even though he knew what he meant, Jethro really didn't want to talk about his feelings with an underling. Particularly Tony.

"You look mad. Why are you mad?"

Jethro whirled around till he was in Tony's face. The man stopped, but he didn't look away from him, despite how angry Jethro looked. "I got a dead Marine, and a dead judge, who was blackmailing closeted men for a big payout, and at least a dozen suspects, but my Senior Field Agent can't manage to get anything out of 'em."

He saw a spark come alive in Tony's eyes. He struck a nerve at that one. "Well why don't you try for once instead of just watching. And I'd also like to point out that I almost had something last night, until you decided to attack the guy." He started smiling, but it wasn't a happy smile. It was that revenge grin. He always added that smile when he said something particularly hurtful after someone pushed his buttons.

Jethro stepped into Tony's personal space. "And Grecker?"

"Grecker's innocent."

"Which we know now, but we didn't when you questioned him."

"My gut told me he was innocent."

"Your gut also told you that Renny Grant was guilty." If Tony was going to cut, then Jethro was going to cut back.

The look the younger man gave him was painful. It was a mix of shock, hurt, and anger. Tony was usually pretty good at hiding his feelings, but his eyes—especially with Jethro—usually gave him away. Like now.

"You act like you've never been wrong, boss. Or do we just not count the Paulson, Mickey mix-up?" And just like that, Tony ripped all of Jethro's guilt apart and just pissed him off.

He sneered and walked away. This conversation was done.

Apparently, though, Tony didn't think so. "What, you can bring up how I screwed up, but I can't do the same thing?" His voice was urging for a fight. It was more belligerent than Jethro ever heard before.

Jethro wheeled around on him again. "What makes you think that you can say anything you want to me while we're here?"

"Why did you sleep with me?"

Jethro's heart jumped. "What?"

"Why did you sleep with me? I thought you wanted it as much as I did, but you've treated me like crap ever since. If you didn't want it why didn't you stop me?" Jethro noted that through that entire speech, Tony never once mentioned how he fucked his boss. People always seem to think that being on bottom means that your less of a man, but Tony didn't think like that. They were equals. He also noted the hint of guilt in his voice.

Because I didn't want you to stop. "We're done." He turned around and started walking again. He hated himself. He had wanted to sleep with Tony. In fact, he couldn't remember ever wanting anything or anyone as much as he wanted the man next to him. He imagined what sex would be like with him since they first met. And it was so much better than that. Actually, it was amazing. Tony knew exactly how to touch him, and just like in the field, they knew how to work together. There was no awkwardness as they found their rhythm. The way that Tony kissed him, touched him, held him, Jethro felt like he was the only man in the world.

But he had to stop thinking about it. He was here for a job, not a hook up.

They came to the fence yet again. He hated the fence, he was getting way too old for this. With a grunt, he grabbed the metal rings and pulled himself up. Tony was right next to him the entire time. Despite how angry he was with the young man, he was always amazed at everything Tony could do.

Jethro flipped over the top and hopped down only seconds later. His and Tony's feet hit the ground at the exact same time.

Two men came from around a tree, attached by the lips. Jethro froze. Considering the way they were going at it, it didn't seem like they saw anything, but Jethro didn't want to take any chances.

Tony smacked him in the chest to get his attention. Jethro swiveled around. The security guard from two days ago was walking towards them. "What are the odds of that?" Tony asked.

This really wasn't good. They couldn't get away with the same excuse this time.

Then suddenly, Tony grabbed him and pulled him closer till their bodies crushed together. Jethro groaned in annoyance, he was really getting sick of this. He got hard more often in the last two days than he did in the last year.

"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed.

"Make it look good," was all Tony said.

Jethro was about to ask what the hell that was supposed to mean when Tony closed the distance between them and covered Jethro's mouth with his own.

He stopped thinking at that point. He grabbed his neck and pulled him in even closer. They're tongues fought together, each trying to claim the other man. Last time, Tony won hands down, but this time Jethro was going to be victorious.

He pulled Tony closer just to slam him against the fence again. The younger man groaned. His eyes clenched tight, his head was thrown back. He physically looked like the only thing he was aware of was Jethro in front of him, and their lips that were glued together. Jethro pulled his mouth away, but his hands grabbed and touched Tony over his clothes. Tony's pupil's exploded. His eyes were slitted and his mouth was partly open. He was perfect.

Jethro decided he didn't care who watched him this time. The cabin was too far away, he couldn't wait that long. He needed to claim Tony. Make him his. Only his.

He reached between them and cupped Tony's crotch. He moaned, his head falling back on the fence. Jethro's thumb rubbed over the seam as the rest of his palm would squeeze and release at different intervals.

His other hand worked at undoing Tony's belt. He laid a small kiss on Tony's neck under his Adam's apple before he dropped to his knees. When he pushed Tony's pants down, his cock sprang up and almost slapped him in the face.

He wrapped his fingers around it and just stared at it for a while. Every time he saw Tony's manhood he was mesmerized. He never wanted to let it go. He also wanted to taste it. See if it tasted as perfect as it looked.

Jethro slid his lips around the head. Tony's pre come slipped onto his tongue. It was a bit salty, but it was more sweet, like raspberries and blackberries. The skin was tight and smooth along the head.

Perfect.

Much to his displeasure, he pulled his hand away from Tony's shaft and squeezed his buttocks. He opened his throat to get more of Tony in his mouth.

Tony's hands gripped his hair, pulling it. Jethro bobbed his head over the cock, pulling off, sometimes all the way, then plunging back till his nose hit the base where the dick met pelvis. Tony moaned. "Fuck," He drew the word out. His free hand gripped the fence.

Jethro's hands massaged Tony's ass. Ziva was lying, it wasn't all that hairy, but it was a five, maybe even a six.

His tongue flicked the slit before diving down again. He felt the twitch and Tony's balls tighten against his chin. He was close.

"Pull away." Tony gasped out. "Gibbs, pull away."

Jethro moaned around Tony's cock. He loved hearing Tony say his name like that; breathy and so full of lust.

He didn't pull away. Actually, he slid his finger inside of Tony all the way to the knuckle, and slid his other fingers down Tony's crack.

The younger man groaned and gasped. Jethro felt Tony shoot into the back of his throat, over and over again. His mouth kept working, sucking, pulling at Tony's cock through every burst of his orgasm. His hands worked Tony's ass, pushing and stretching him and squeezing. Tony jerked his hips forward to push more of his dick into Jethro's mouth, which Jethro eagerly took.

He finally pulled away when he swallowed every last drop. He licked at Tony's softening cock to make sure it was completely clean—and because he wasn't ready to let it go just yet. Tony was slumped against the fence. He looked like he could barely move. Jethro smiled.

He tucked Tony back in and grabbed the fence for support as he rose to his feet. His body slid along Tony's, scraping their clothes together. When he was fully standing, he and Tony stood nose to nose, their bodies were pressed together, leaving barely an inch between them. He could see the individual drops of sweat on Tony's face. He got the sudden urge to lick them off.

"Hey boss, anybody ever tell you you give amazing blow jobs?"

Jethro smiled again. He knew it was probably the dumbest thing he could do, but he decided that he no longer cared. He fell forward and planted his lips on Tony's. He grasped the younger man to keep him upright. Tony could barely move. For once, he let Jethro take control.

Tony pulled away after a moment. He looked guilty. "I have a confession."

"What?" Jethro wouldn't stop touching him. He couldn't help it, but the man had such touchable skin.

"The guard, and the other couple left about five minutes ago."

Jethro nodded. "I know."

That clearly confused the younger man. "How did you—"

Jethro cut him off. "You called me Gibbs. I knew you wouldn't jeopardize the op like that unless everyone was gone." He kissed him again. "Regardless of how close you were to coming."

Tony smiled. "You're feeling better today."

Jethro didn't respond to that. With a small grin on his face, he leaned forward and kissed those lips again. Just like every other aspect of Tony's body, his lips were perfect. Soft, but not feminine. His tongue was warm and slightly gritty.

He was in love with Tony DiNozzo. And he didn't give a fuck about the consequences anymore.

They heard a twig snap.

Jethro whirled around. Only moments ago, they were completely alone. Now they had an audience. Trent, Millworth's assistant, was standing there staring at them in complete shock. None of them moved for at least a minute. They stared each other down. Jethro heard the beating of his own heart, waiting for Trent to make a move.

The receptionist darted away back to the resort.

"Ah hell," Jethro shouted as he took off after him.

So, what did you think? Will Gibbs and Tony be able to make their relationship work? How much did Trent hear of their tryst? Will our younger readers understand this nineteen seventies reference?

Come back next week to find out!

Bob