Knowing he was going to need extra coffee if he planned on making it through the day, Gibbs pulled off the exit ramp leading to his favorite diner. As he parked and went in, he felt a hint of sadness knowing that McGee was not with him. Much like their shower routine they always stopped somewhere for coffee, alternating between the diner and Tim's favorite café near the Navy Yard.

"Morning, Elaine," He grumbled taking a seat at the counter.

"Good Morning, Agent Gibbs!" She paused and looked around, "Where's Agent McGee?"

There were only a few select people besides the team who knew about their relationship. Although the two men hadn't confirmed their association to her, it didn't take a fool to realize they were crazy about one another. It was the subtle nuances between them that she would catch when they thought nobody was looking. A slight touch of the hand or arm or the way the pair would look deep into each other's eyes. Perhaps the biggest indication was that it was simply written all over their faces. The trio never discussed Gibbs and McGee's relationship; it was just a quiet understanding between them. That's why Elaine was surprised when Gibbs replied; "Tim drove to work on his own this morning; we had a little fight."

Elaine poured a fresh cup of coffee and set it down in front of him. She knew from experience that Gibbs was a man of few words, but figured she would try anyways. "You feel like talking about it, sugar?"

Gibbs shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of the fresh brew, "Ahh I don't want to worry you with my problems. It was something stupid anyways."

"It couldn't have been that stupid if you decided to drive to work separately today."

Taking another sip, Gibbs put the cup down and replied, "That wasn't my choice; I wanted to drive in together. Tim said he needed time to cool off."

"I understand if you don't want to tell me what the argument was about Agent Gibbs, but maybe I can help. We all need to hold on to the ones we…" she paused, leaned in and whispered, "love."

Taking a deep breath, Gibbs began, "We're supposed to be taking a road trip out west to meet his family and…" Before he could go any further, Elaine put her hand up to stop him, "Ooh sugar, say no more, families can be a tough pill to swallow!"

Gibbs chuckled, "You're telling me! Tim feels I'm not being supportive because I don't want to wear a McGee Family Reunion shirt."

"Well only you can make that decision, but when you're in a relationship you are family. I'm sure Agent McGee wants to make sure you feel as if you are part of his family like he's part of yours. If you ask me, there needs to be more men out there like him."

He knew Elaine was right about one thing; anyone would be lucky to have a man like Tim. He was a gentle, compassionate soul who never complained and always tried to see the good in people. The young man didn't ask for much in their relationship except for support and he'd blown that opportunity when McGee presented him with the shirt.

Realizing he needed to speak with Tim sooner rather than later he pulled out his wallet. "Thanks Elaine, for your advice."

Gibbs was just about to ask for Tim's regular drink when Elaine placed two drinks on the counter. One was a fresh cup of coffee for him and the other was Tim's beverage of choice. She winked at him then joked, "I'm going to make a move on Agent McGee if you two don't patch things up. Don't come back in here unless it's together."

After handing over the total amount of the bill along with a generous tip, Gibbs smiled and nodded as he grabbed the beverages and headed to his car.

Tony and Ziva were already in the bullpen when Tim stepped off the elevator.

"Morning, McTardy!" Tony exclaimed as Tim walked over to his desk, dropped his backpack and sat down. When McGee didn't answer, he continued, "Ziva, isn't it customary when someone says good morning, you answer him or her back?

Ziva glanced in McGee's direction, "Yes, it is. Perhaps Timothy does not feel like talking to you this morning."

Tony stood up and walked over to McGee's desk to continue his probing, "Trouble on the home front?"

McGee was used to Tony's constant nosiness, but questioning his relationship was going too far. He stood up; inches from Tony's face and whispered, "It's none of your damn business, DiNozzo. Just because you come in here and tell us about which college co-ed got lucky last night doesn't mean the rest of us want to share our personal business."

"Fine, be that way, McGrumpy. I was only trying to help." Tony scoffed, making his way back to his desk.

Before sitting back down, Tim noticed someone out of the corner of his eye. Gibbs had just gotten off the elevator and witnessed their entire confrontation. He took a deep breath when Gibbs motioned with his finger to join him. Tim felt like he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Feeling a blush fall over his face, he went to join Gibbs who had already stepped into the elevator. Instead of flipping the emergency switch, Gibbs chose the level for the parking garage. Without a word spoken between them, Tim followed Gibbs out to his car and got in.

After taking a long swig of coffee, Gibbs glanced over at Tim who was slumped against the window refusing to make eye contact.

Gibbs extended his arm that was holding Tim's coffee and cleared his throat, "I stopped and got your favorite."

When there was no response, Gibbs placed it in one of the cup holders then grabbed Tim's hand and squeezed.

"Timmy, please talk to me."

Finally after another moment of silence, Tim straightened up and turned to face Gibbs. "What do you want, Jethro?"

After taking a deep breath, Gibbs began, "I want to say I'm sorry about this morning. You were trying to do something nice and I blew it out of proportion."

Upon hearing Gibbs' words, Tim perked up a bit, "I know it's not easy for you Jethro, but you have to learn to communicate with me. If you had told me why you didn't want to wear the shirt, it would have been a hell of a lot easier on me, rather than just tossing it to the side like you didn't care."

Gibbs raised Tim's hand to his lips and kissed it. "I know, babe. That was wrong of me and you're right I do need to learn how to communicate better. From now on I'm going to let you know everything I'm feeling."

Tim cocked one eyebrow, "I don't expect you to change over night, I only ask that you try and be better about it."

Placing one last kiss to Tim's hand, Gibbs smiled, "I want this relationship to go the distance, there's nobody I would rather grow old with."

Trying to stifle a laugh, Tim used his hand to cover his mouth then mumbled behind it, "You already are old."

"I heard that you little brat," Gibbs growled as he reached down and grabbed Tim's cock through the fabric of his pants. "If you think you were sore this morning, wait until tomorrow morning."

"Oh no, no, no" Tim yelped as Gibbs continued rubbing two fingers along his crotch. "I think since you were the one who screwed up this morning; you need to be punished tonight."

Gibbs' eyebrows hit the top of his forehead as a sadistic smile appeared on his face, "Promise?"

Licking his lips, Tim nodded, "Ooh I promise, any bad behavior today will be taken into consideration as well."

Giving Tim's cock one final squeeze, Gibbs ducked down behind the seats and pulled Tim with him.

"Jethroooo," Tim squealed as Gibbs began attacking his mouth. Before he knew it, they were playing dueling tongues, sucking and nibbling on each other until they finally came up for air. Placing one final kiss on Tim's lips, Gibbs casually sat up and looked around, "Sorry, Timmy I just couldn't help myself. I can't wait to get home tonight and make it up to you." Sucking in deep breaths, Tim leaned against the door with a smirk on his face, "Consider that little escapade you pulled an addition to the bad behavior list."

Gibbs grit his teeth, "Bad behavior, I'll show you bad behavior!" As he went to reach for Tim, the younger man put his arms up to stop him, "Jethro, as much as I would love for you to show me, did you forget we're at work?"

Before Gibbs could answer his phone was buzzing, "I swear if this is DiNozzo," he trailed off as he looked at the caller id. "Vance," he signed, as he pushed the talk button.

"Leon, what can I do for you? Yeah, yeah, I'll have the monthly reports on your desk before we leave on vacation. Yes, DiNozzo is perfectly capable of handling the team in my absence although some days I wonder about that too. Okay, okay, I'll talk with you later."

After Gibbs hung up, he squeezed Tim's knee, "We should get going before DiNosey comes looking for us." Tim laughed as they grabbed their coffees, exited the vehicle and headed towards the elevator. When they stepped in, Gibbs was confused when Tim hit the button to be dropped off at the lab. "I have to finalize plans with Abby regarding Jethro while we're gone. Besides it gives DiNozzo less to gawk at if we come back separately."

"Good point," Gibbs grumbled as the elevator came to a stop. As Tim exited, Gibbs slapped him on the ass causing him to blush and stick his foot between the doors to keep them from closing. Undressing Gibbs with his eyes, he smiled and held up two fingers, "That's two items on the bad behavior list and it's not even noon yet. I wouldn't want to be you tonight."

Cocking one eyebrow, Gibbs responded, "If the situation was reversed, yes you would, Timmy."

As the doors slid shut, Tim shook his head attempting to clear out all the dirty thoughts long enough to have a conversation with Abby. When he got to the lab, the Goth was sitting at her computer typing up the last pages of her report from the case they had just finished.

"Hey, Abs!"

Springing out of the chair, she lunged at McGee enveloping him in a hug, "Timmy! I'm so excited to have a roommate for a couple of weeks."

Abby was the only person Tim knew who got this excited over dog sitting. Most people often found it a nuisance or would only do it if he was in a pinch, but not Abby. Knowing Jethro was going to be in good hands while they were gone was comforting and he appreciated her enthusiasm. Taking a step back, he grabbed her hands, "Promise me one thing, Abby."

"What's that?"

"That you don't spoil Jethro too much while we're gone otherwise all he'll do when we get home is mope! All the extra treats and attention wreak havoc on his ego."

She chuckled and tried to pull her hands away. When Tim didn't let go, she huffed, "I promise, Tim."

"Really?" He questioned still hold her arms tightly.

"Yes," She squealed, finally breaking free from Tim's grip.

"All right, but remember I can tell the difference between if he's been spoiled rotten or just had a good time."

Raising her hand up to her forehead she saluted him, "Aye Aye, Sir."

Rolling his eyes, Tim took a seat on the stool at the workstation. Sliding the keyboard in front of him he asked, "You want to see the route we're taking?"

Abby sat down next to him, "Of course, I love road trips. I remember when we were younger my parents used to pile us into the back of the station wagon and we would drive from Louisiana to Florida to visit relatives and of course the mouse."

Tim shot her a confused look, "The mouse?"

After taking a slurp of Caf Pow she responded, "Mickey Mouse…Disney World…"

Continuing to pull up information regarding their itinerary, Tim sighed, "Believe it or not, I've never been to any of the Disney theme parks. With my da…" Before he could continue, Abby interrupted him.

"What? You've never been? That's…that's…just wrong! Every kid dreams of going to Disney World!"

"Believe me, my sister and I always wanted to go but with my dad being away so often my mom couldn't take two kids on her own."

Abby suddenly ripped the keyboard out of McGee's hands.

"Hey what did you do that for?" He yelled as she opened another browser window and started typing.

"There's a method to my madness, McGee! Your family reunion is in San Diego, right?" Following a quick nod from Tim she continued, "Disneyland is in Anaheim, California and by the looks of it, only about a hundred miles away from each other. You guys should definitely stop there if you're so close."

Tim laughed, "You're funny, Abs. Leroy Jethro Gibbs at Disneyland? I would even pay good money to see that!"

She shrugged her shoulders, "It doesn't hurt to ask. After all, being in a relationship is all about give and take. I'm sure they'll be plenty of places he'll want to visit that you don't have interest in, but you'll do it because it makes him happy."

He knew Abby was right, although he wasn't sure what Gibbs' reaction would be when he told him. Figuring he would keep the idea in his back pocket he decided to change the subject. "I'll think about it, Abs." Bringing up the previous browser window he spoke, "The first day we're planning on driving up to Niagara Falls, it's only about eight hours from here. Scratch that, if Jethro is driving then it will most likely be seven hours. We have some fun stuff planned then the next day we'll begin our journey West."

As he pointed out the states they planned on visiting his cell phone buzzed. Smiling as he looked at the caller id he answered, "What's going on, Gibbs?"

"McGee we got a dead Marine. I'll have DiNozzo grab your bag, meet us in the parking garage."

"On it, Boss."

Hanging up he looked over at Abby apologetically, "Duty calls, but I'll email you with the details regarding Jethro."

Abby nodded and waved as he scrambled out the door. Looking over her shoulder to make sure Tim was gone she logged into her email account and started a new email to Gibbs regarding her conversation with Tim. Her intention was to put the bug in Gibbs' ear and hope that Tim would tell the older man on his own. Even though their relationship never worked out, she still wanted the two most important men in her life to be happy.

Pulling up to the crime scene, each agent climbed out of the sedan and made their way over to the body. As Tony and Ziva commenced taking pictures, Ducky and Jimmy began examining the body. While they waited for the liver probed to determine a time of death, Tim searched the alley for any evidence that would help in their investigation.

Gibbs was busy admiring Tim's ass when he bent over to pick up a receipt that was near the body. He didn't expect the younger man to turn around so quickly and was caught with his mouth hanging open and his eyes glazed over. Tim smirked when he looked up to see Gibbs in a daze, checking him out. Quietly he walked over and whispered, "That's number three, Boss."

Shaking his head as if to clear it, Gibbs asked, "Got a TOD, Duck?"

Wiping the liver probe off, Ducky returned it to his case, "I would say no more than three hours ago. Cause of death appears to be these stab wounds. One to the stomach and one to his side, although I won't know for certain until we get him home."

Stepping up with the fingerprint scanner, Tim looked to Ducky who nodded his approval and placed the deceased's finger on the scanner. A series of beeps from the scanner captured everyone's attention.

"Well, that's odd." Tim announced, selecting a different finger and placing it on the scanner.

Gibbs leaned over his shoulder, "What's odd?"

A moment later and the same result had Tim scratching his head, "This man is dressed like a Marine, but the scanner is telling me there's no match found in the system."

"Are you sure, McGee?" Gibbs asked gruffly.

Tony and Ziva stopped taking pictures while Ducky and Jimmy backed away from the body. Standing up, Tim responded, "I'm sure, boss. If he was with any branch of the Navy his information would have appeared on the screen, like it always does."

Tony who had been unusually quiet chimed in, "Why is he wearing a utility uniform then?

Shrugging his shoulders, Gibbs removed his cell phone from his pocket, "Guess that's a question Metro will have to find the answer to."

Jimmy and Ducky gathered their supplies, loaded up the van and headed back to the yard while the others waited for Metro to arrive so they could transfer the crime scene and update them on their findings. After a half hour of waiting, the lead detective finally arrived followed by his team, allowing the MCRT to pack it in and head back.

After stopping for lunch, the team arrived back on the yard and spent the next few hours completing reports from a previous case. Gibbs couldn't keep his eyes off Tim and couldn't wait to get home to learn his punishment. Even though the two of them switched roles, one playing the pitcher and the other catcher, Gibbs felt their sexual experience was always heightened when Tim was the dominant one. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought of Tim, holding him down and fucking him thoroughly until he saw stars. Finally at five o'clock, with their work completed he dismissed the team for the night. Getting to leave early was a treat and Tony and Ziva didn't have to be told twice as they bolted for the elevator. Shutting down his computer, Tim walked slowly over to Gibbs' desk and sat down on the corner.

Chuckling he said, "Couldn't wait any longer, could you?"

Gibbs shrugged his shoulders, "Can you blame me?"

Tim cocked an eyebrow while a devious smile appeared on his face, "Let's see if you still feel that way after tonight."

Feeling his cock harden, Gibbs couldn't contain his arousal any longer. Standing up, he leaned forward and whispered in Tim's ear, "I'm ready for you to fuck me; I've been a bad boy."

Tim gasped when he felt his own cock harden. He loved it when Gibbs talked dirty, it didn't matter if it was directly or indirectly. Because he enjoyed it so much, Gibbs had started using it during foreplay.

Swallowing he replied, "Good, because bad boys like you deserve everything that's coming to them! Looking down at Gibbs' crotch he continued, "I better not find out that you've been touching yourself on the drive home, that's mine!"

Not wanting to wait any longer, Gibbs grabbed Tim's coat sleeve and guided him to the elevator desperate to get home to commence the onslaught of dirty deeds.