January 8th: I Knew It! - 100 words - Someone finds out that a character has been living a double life all along!
Warnings: Tony/Tim, Crossdressing Tony
Fandom: NCIS!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS!
Dirty Little Secret
It was his secret. His very own dirty little secret and it was going to stay that way. He did all that he could to keep from being found out. He hid his outfits in a false closet, locked behind a wood panel and only went out when the urge was too strong and stayed away from the clubs closet to the city, always going further out from Dupont Circle.
It was his secret and it was supposed to stay that way. Tony DiNozzo was handsome as a man, but he was also beautiful as a woman. He got his first taste of crossdressing when he played dress-up when he was ten, with his stepmom's expensive ballgown. It wasn't that long after that his dad kept him at a distance, saying what an embarrassment until he was shipped off to military school at age twelve. It was harder to get away with dressing in the pretty clothes, but not impossible. It was the start of his undercover career.
The lights were flashy, the music loud and drinks were flowing. Tony allowed the music to flow through him and smiled at the soft silk tank top tickling his skin. Tony knew he looked good, it may have a few years as a teenager to get his makeup perfect, but it was worth it. And he knew for a fact that other people thought he did too.
Tonight alone, he's had five guys proposition him. He wasn't in the mood for the playboy stud type tonight, so he had blushed, looked down, and politely declined. His voice, a soft tenor when he spoke. Most the time, the guys hitting on him would accept his refusal and turn to another girl on the dance floor. Other times, he knew just what to do to scare them off.
He flipped his long brown hair and went to the bar. It had been a while since he got to dress up and he didn't feel the need to stay on the dancefloor and be hit on. He was in the mood for someone quiet and unsure, someone he could lure into a bedroom after a few drinks.
Tony's eyes slide around the bar until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the bar and smiled. even after all the dancing, his makeup was still in place. He would be buying this brand more often. There!
The man Tony spotted was fairly tall, just about as tall as him. He looked strong from the back and wasn't too bad on the eyes either. Tony looked down at himself, making sure everything was still in its proper place and went over to tap the man on his shoulder. He smiled to himself. Who brings a book to the club….oh no! His eyes grew wide as Tim McGee turned to face him.
Tim didn't know what to do. He let his friend drag him to some club and then ditched him as soon as a girl agreed to go into the restroom with him. How did he get talked into this?! Tim opened his book and sipped his drink, if he had to be here, he might as well enjoy it.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and was about to make a snide remark to his friend when instead of his friend, a woman was at his side. She was beautiful, stunning even. It seemed everything was perfect and when he went to look in her eyes to reply, he saw the panic. He also recognized those eyes. He's looked into those green eyes millions of times over the years.
"T-Tony? Is that you?" Tim stuttered, taking in the buxom brunette, green eyes wide in fear. Tim watched in fascination as a blush formed on the softly made up cheeks of the woman…man, and lost all thought.
The makeup accentuated his features and Tim couldn't stop staring at his kohled emerald eyes, even as Tony refused to look at him. This couldn't be Tony, but underneath the makeup, he easily recognized his friend and little things started to click in his mind. Like why Tony's lips sometimes had a shiny gleam to them or how there were remnants of eyeliner when he returned from the weekends they were had off. Everything made perfect sense and he almost missed the tiny, reluctant nod from his friend.
Tony finally met his eyes and Tim whispered out. "I knew it…"