I would like to start off by saying I am so sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up. I'd give you excuses, but I don't like excuses and I should have found a way to get this out sooner. So again, I apologize and hopefully I can get the next chapter out much sooner. I hope you like this one.

Now I have to ask, if Gibbs had to end up with a woman on the show, would you prefer Special Agent Abby from CGIS, Holly Snow or M. Allison Hart? It's weird, but I think I like the whore the best out of all of them, at least for Gibbs. CGIS chick is too much like Gibbs, she'd be better off with Tony. Although I still think that Gibbs and Tony should end up together.

Chapter Sixteen

Knock Knock Knock.

Tony only had to wait a few minutes before Wilbur Griffin opened the door. He looked worn out, the bags under his eyes were even more pronounced. Waves of guilt crashed through Tony. Even though he wasn't the one who had done this, he still felt responsible.

"What?"

Tony handed him the drive. Griffin eyed it wearily. "Everything's on there. And it's the only copy." Then Tony handed him something else.

Griffin inspected it carefully before taking it in his hands. When he opened it his jaw dropped. Tony couldn't blame him.

It was the envelope full of money.

He just about cried when Gibbs told him to get rid of the money. He was half tempted to take a few hundred, but Gibbs knew—somehow—and smacked him in the back of the head.

"Why are you giving me this?"

That was a good question. Technically, that money was evidence in a murder investigation. "Let's just say I had a change of heart."

He started to walk away when Griffin stopped him. "Is it because of Nick?"

Tony smiled. "Partly." Which was true. His murder was definitely a factor. But when he heard the name Nick, he automatically thought of Gibbs.

He moved away from the cabin to rejoin Gibbs a few feet away. He still had that damn smile on his face. Gibbs—as per usual--was scowling. Tony rolled his eyes. He was chipper in the woods, but ever since they parted ways with Trent he's been in a bad mood. Tony never could keep up with Gibbs' moods.

"So what now, you wanna question Bernie?" He smacked his hands together and bounced up and down excitedly. "Get this show on the road, maybe get outta here?" He really hoped they could go home soon. Last night he slept in a chair. He missed his bed.

Although he'd also settle with Gibbs' bed.

"You get to talk to Bernie."

Tony's smile fell. "Just me?"

"Uh-huh." Gibbs turned and started walking away. "Maybe you can get more outta him than you got out of Grecker."

Now the young man was floored. Gibbs seriously was the kind of guy who changed his mind more than a woman changed outfits. An hour ago he couldn't keep his hands off Tony, and now he couldn't get further away.

Was he that regretful, or when the boner went down did he start thinking clearly again?

Like a St. Bernard, Tony followed Gibbs back to the main building. Trent informed them that off shift, security guards hung out in a small lounge on the second floor. The second floor was restricted to personnel only, but they had an agreement that Trent would answer nature's call in twenty minutes so they could sneak past.

Sure enough, when they got there, Trent was nowhere to be seen. Gibbs looked around the room before they moved to the stairs to make sure that there was no one around. Slowly they crept across the room. The stairs weren't hidden by a door, but they were carpeted. No sound was made as their feet hit the floor.

Gibbs led and Tony followed. The younger man couldn't help but watch as Gibbs moved through the building. He always moved with grace and efficiency that left Tony in awe. He was always amazed that Gibbs never seemed to lose his step.

He was also sexy as hell.

Tony mentally 'Gibbs slapped' himself. He had to get his mind out of the bedroom. He had a job to do.

They made it to the top of the stairs before they had any problems. They heard the muffled sounds of somebody down the hall. Tony huffed. Nothing on this case could be easy.

Gibbs grabbed the front of his sweatshirt and pulled him to the nearest bathroom. They darted into one of the stalls and jumped onto the toilet. It was small, they had to crouch. Tony clung to Gibbs as tightly as he could. He wasn't copping a feel… well, he wasn't intentionally… no matter how he finished that thought it'd be a lie. He was copping a feel.

The door opened, pulling Tony's thoughts off the feel of Gibbs' chest under his fingertips.

"How do you not see it?" One man asked. He had a voice that sounded really familiar, but the number of people that Tony spoke to in the last few days, he couldn't keep them all straight.

"Look," said his companions. His voice was much higher, and held more of an air of femininity. "I don't waste my time watching these guys like I'm Norman Bates."

Tony smiled at the movie reference.

The first guy scoffed. "That made no sense. And you were the one who set up hidden cameras in different cabins to, what, not watch?"

Tony tensed. He felt Gibbs react, and at this point he wasn't sure he'd hold the guy back if he decided to kill these two.

He heard the smile in the second man's voice. "I like to watch them fucking. Like your Spano and Keller." He moaned. Tony leaned towards the door, hoping to get a good look at the two.

"Yeah, see that's my point! When I saw those two at the fence, they were awkward, like they really didn't want to be touching, but then that very night, they're fucking like there's no tomorrow."

"Bernie, no offence but if I had your ugly mug staring at me while I'm trying to have sex, I'd feel a little awkward too."

Tony smiled. The two men were at the urinals, but he got a clear shot at the first man. So their security guard was Bernie. Wasn't really a surprise, but he liked having it known.

"So they don't rub you the wrong way?"

"Bernie." Tony heard a zipper and a flush. "That man could rub me any way he wants."

"Which one?" Sink.

"Spano, definitely Spano." The second man moaned again. "I'd let that man do anything he wanted to me."

"What about cuffing you to the bed and burning your dick with a cigarette butt?"

Tony cringed as pain shot through his own groin. Then he heard the man chuckle. "So long as he was fucking me at the time, then hell yeah. Shit, I'd light the fucking cigarette for him."

Gibbs grip on his arm squeezed tighter before Bernie responded. "You are one sick and twisted man." They heard the door open and close. It was only then that Tony released his breath. He didn't even know he was holding it.

"That was incredibly creepy." He whispered as he stepped off the toilet. Gibbs followed suit. "But now we know who Bernie is."

"Kinda already figured, DiNozzo." Gibbs opened the door and walked out. He leaned against the sink.

"So, we gonna interrogate him or what?"

Gibbs shook his head. "No." He pushed off the sink and crowded Tony's personal space again. He smelled like wilderness. Tony almost groaned. He never would have thought that that was sexy before this trip. "You're gonna talk to him. But under no circumstances are you gonna blow your cover."

"Well how am I supposed to interrogate him if I can't interrogate him?"

Gibbs slapped him in the back of the head. Tony felt that it was completely unnecessary. "You're an undercover agent. Improvise." With that, Gibbs took his leave.

Tony groaned. He hated this case. He especially hated how Gibbs kept acting like he was PMSing. It wasn't normal. At least not for Gibbs. Usually when he was angry, he stayed angry, he didn't flip flop between angry, nonchalant and happy go lucky.

He followed behind Gibbs out into the hallway. They found the right door. Tony put his ear to it. The sounds were muffled, but he could make out two distinctive voices. He turned back to Gibbs. "The other guy seems to like me, maybe I should be the distraction and you should—" He never got to finish.

Gibbs slammed the butt of his knife into the closest window. The crash was loud as the glass shattered. Tony turned away to cover his face. When he turned back around he was seething. "What the hell was that?"

"I'd hide if I were you." Gibbs disappeared back into the bathroom. Tony cursed before he hid behind the corner. The door to the lounge opened and closed. Tony peaked around the corner. It was the companion. Bernie stayed in the lounge.

Once the companion had disappeared, Tony crept down the hall and walked into the lounge. The place wasn't all that impressive. A few chairs, a decent sized TV, but the one in his room was better. The walls were painted a deep red with white trim. Bernie sat in front of the TV with his back to the door. His feet were up and a beer was in his hand.

"So what did these fags do now, Kurt?"

Tony grabbed an ottoman and sat directly on the side of Bernie's chair with a big smile on his face. "Well if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black."

Bernie jumped and tried to run away. Tony grabbed his shirt and slammed him back into the chair. His smile turned deadly.

"You're not supposed to be here, Spano."

"And you and your little buddy aren't supposed to film us fucking either." Bernie paled. "Yeah, I know all about your little peep shows. But don't worry, I'm not here about that."

"Then why are you here? Come to fuck me like you fucked your Marine buddy?"

Tony pulled Bernie's collar a little, Bernie coughed. "I wanna know why you hired a man to follow me around."

Bernie paled again, and again he tried to run. Tony gripped his throat with his other hand and squeezed. Bernie gasped. "How'd you know about that?"

"My companion's a Marine, you don't think he could get info out of a receptionist?" Tony scoffed. "Now answer my question. Why did you hire Trent to follow me?"

Bernie gasped. "You can't do this. This is assault."

"Then press charges!" Bernie's eyes darted around the room. "Of course if you do, your wife will probably find out what you do for a living. Tell me, how many of the guests have you hooked up with. In a trial, I guarantee that will come out."

"You'll have to come out too."

"I don't have a wife and kids." Of course, Tony had no idea if Bernie actually had any kids, but the wedding ring was a dead giveaway on the married thing. "So, why don't we just avoid that whole mess? Why did you hire Trent to follow me?"

Bernie sneered for several moments before he finally answered. He pretty much repeated everything he said to Kurt. How he thought there was something off about them and asked Trent to look into it.

Tony waited after he was done. "Is that it?"

Bernie's eyes shifted down and to the left. "That's it."

Tony smiled. "That was a miserable and pathetic lie. Now, why don't you try again? What else is there?"

Bernie sighed dramatically. "Somebody asked me to tail you."

Tony scowled. "Who?"

"Tobias Filliman."

"Never met him."

"Well the guy's been watching you. Ever since the two of you got here, but he didn't come to me until after you hooked up at the bar. Said he wanted to know everything about you two."

"Like what?"

"How serious you were. If you wanted anyone else. He seemed more interested in your boyfriend than you, though."

He chose to ignore the boyfriend comment. "You're saying that he's stalking Nick?" Bernie nodded. "And you helped him."

"He paid me." He sounded offended, like Tony insulted him by thinking he'd consort with a stalker without a monetary gain.

Tony thought that actually made him a worse kind of person. "So what did you tell him?"

"What I saw. You two are inseparable, but you fight a lot. You've only fucked once since you've been here." Tony squeezed his throat tighter, Bernie gagged, "but it was more intense than anything I'd seen. And last night you slept in a chair."

Tony was furious. This man completely invaded his privacy for a couple of bucks. And even worse, Tony didn't think he was a killer. He knew something was fishy but Tony's gut didn't think he would stoop to murder. Which meant he didn't have a lot to bust him on.

Still, Tony's gut had been wrong before, as Gibbs so kindly pointed out earlier today. But he couldn't break his cover and treat him like a perpetrator. So how would a blackmailing Navy Judge handle this?

Tony pulled out his knife and held the blade to Bernie's throat. "If I find out you're following me, watching me fuck my boyfriend or anything else, I will come back and you will be sorry."

He thought he handled that very well. He was threatening, but he didn't actually utter a threat. He was impressed with himself.

He pocketed his knife again, then stood up to leave. He hesitated at the door to make sure Kurt wasn't around. The coast was clear, so Tony strode out and went into the bathroom where he saw Gibbs go.

"Yeah," said Gibbs into his cell phone. He wasn't in the stall this time, he was standing in front of the row of sinks. He didn't look happy. "Thanks McGee." He hung up.

"What's wrong?"

"The director decided we got forty-eight hours before he takes over the case."

Tony's jaw dropped. "He can't do that. He's a paper pusher, not a field agent."

"I know that DiNozzo." Gibbs said exasperatedly. "But I can't exactly talk him out of it from here. Now we gotta find our killer in the next forty-eight hours."

Tony slumped back against the wall. "So what do we do?"

"We keep checking people out, follow leads. What did Bernie tell you?"

"He got paid to follow us by your stalker." Gibbs' brow crinkled in confusion. Tony relayed his conversation with the security guard.

Gibbs nodded. "Call McGee—"

Tony finished, "Have him get a list of all members of the staff and guests that have sniper training." He pulled out his phone to start dialing.

"And have Abby—" Again Tony cut him off.

"Find the sniper's nest so we can narrow things down." He looked up expectantly at Gibbs. "Anything else? Want me to tell Ziva to do something?"

Gibbs invaded his personal space again. He was all business, all seriousness, again. Tony's breath hitched. A part of him hoped that Gibbs didn't notice him act like a girl with a crush, but another--much stronger--part of him wanted to finish what happened by the fence that afternoon.

But if Gibbs did notice anything, he didn't act like it. "Go back to the cabin and get some rest." He moved around Tony and headed to the door.

"Where are you gonna be?"

"Getting coffee." Gibbs left.

And Tony was livid. He hated when Gibbs disappeared on him, it usually didn't end well. Tony hit the send button and put the phone to his ear. McGee picked up on the third ring.

"McGee its Tony. Hope you're not planning on getting any sleep tonight."

"Yeah, I'm out getting coffee and Caf-Pow for me and Abby as we speak."

"Good, I don't suppose you need me to tell you what we need."

"Nah, I already figured. Hey, listen, I have to ask, or Abby's gonna kill me."

Tony rolled his eyes. He knew what this was going to be about. Damn it, he knew that McGee was gonna find out about the gay thing eventually. He just hoped he'd be kind enough to not mention it. "What?"

"Have you and Gibbs had sex yet?"

Tony stumbled on his own two feet. Did McGee know? Had he somehow figured it out? No, he couldn't have. McGee was smart, but he wasn't a mind reader. He was just messing with him. That was the only explanation. Well, two can play that game. "Yeah, actually. It was pretty hot, too. Did you wanna watch?"

"Goodbye Tony." Tony could literally hear the eye roll in McGee's voice.

"Talk to you later, McPerv."

Once again, I'd like to apologize for how long it took me to get this out. I really did try guys, but I have no intention of just abandoning this fic. Although, I will admit the thought crossed my mind, I wouldn't do that to you. And I know (mostly) how I want this to end. Yeah, I'm not like McGee, the first thing I come up with for a story is the ending and work to that point. I need to know who the killer is, what the climax is and the resolution before I ever even write the first word. So, since I know the ending, I have to get to it.

Although there are a few minor points I have to work out. I'll just ask you guys. There is a guaranteed third sex scene coming, either next chapter, or the chapter after that. My question, should there be a fourth? Now I'll keep this question going for the next couple of chapters. But should there be another scene, or will that be overkill? Your call.

Bob