Title: Nylon Dreams

Author: elflordsmistress

Author's note: Bold type in the main story is a flashback.

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"What've you got for me Abs?" Gibbs asked, as he and Tony walked into her lab.

They stopped dead in their tracks.

"McGee?"

The young agent practically jumped out of his skin.

Abby snorted and it earned her an underhand slap.

"Tell me this has something to do with the case, Abs" said Gibbs, giving Tim a strange look.

"It does indeed, Gibbso. Our dead marine had a fetish. McGee here has been helping me test a theory."

"So there's a reason you're ..."

"Impersonating a condom?" Tony supplied.

Tim tore two stockings from his head.

"Double bagging, probie. Impressive."

McGee ignored him and indicated the large screen that dominated the wall.

"For the past six months Ensign Dunn has been a member of 'Dips and Dangles'" he began.

"A website for stunning women over forty with a love of nylon" Tony read out loud from the website's homepage. "Fresh and original videos with hot footsie action and live shoe play sessions. Dipping and dangling for the discerning man. And woman. You practising to go undercover, McGee?"

He tried to repress laughter.

And failed.

"Very funny, Tony."

"I wish the same could be said about the way our ensign died" said Ducky as he walked into the room.

"Cause of death, Duck?" asked Gibbs.

"Asphyxiation. Have you analysed the swabs Abigail?"

"I have Ducky. As anticipated, there were traces of nylon fibres inside the oral and nasal cavities."

"Death by nylon" shuddered Tony.

"It says 'bonus content' here" Gibbs said, indicating smaller print.

"Saving the best for last. That ..." said Abby dramatically as she clicked on the link "is the road to fetishist heaven. For people who like that sort of thing" she added hastily.

"Today, Abs ..."

"Three links" she continued. "One to a literotica site. Stories featuring ... you know ... sex and stockings and ... "

"I know what that is ... Abs."

"You do?"

Her eyes lit up with curiosity.

The look on Gibbs' face stopped her.

"Moving on ... a link to an amateur Danish website that is devoted to bondage and SM. Personal photo galleries. Updated weekly. 21,000 hits."

"A month?" asked Tony.

"A day."

"Wow."

"What's the other link Abby?" asked Gibbs, his patience waning.

"Login page. Platinum members only. Live chat with passionate danglers and dippers."

"Our ensign a member?"

"Oh yeah. McGee managed to hack into their logs."

"Some kinky stuff going on there boss."

"Have you been able to make any connections?" asked Gibbs.

"We have. Dunn had several live chats with someone called 'nylon motherlode', who seems to have had contact with three other marines over the past four months. Two of them are currently deployed in Iraq. Same unit. The other one died in a car crash last month."

"We dealing with a woman here, McGee?"

"Not sure, Boss. In cyberspace nobody knows you're a dog. Right, Tony?"

Tony shuddered at the memory.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, McGee?"

"I did" the latter replied, turning back to the screen with a smile.

"Any employment opportunities here Abs?"

"No. But they are always looking for women to bare their legs. They offer training. We could try and get in that way."

"You or Ziva up for it?" Gibbs asked.

"That might be a problem."

Gibbs raised his eyebrows at McGee in question.

He pointed at the screen.

"Women over forty boss."

"Get me those marines' CO. I'll be in MTAC. Good work."

He gave the table two taps and left the lab, a smile on his face.

Tony watched his retreating form.

"Does the Director wear stockings?" he asked Ducky.

Ducky's mind did an immediate recall.

Of an evening aboard a small boat in the English Channel.

He'd been sitting on the deck looking up at the stars when he heard the swat.

"That tickles!"

"Suck it up!"

"I don't have to suck it up. I'm not a marine."

"Come on Jen ... it's been too long."

"It's been less than two days."

"That's long."

"It's only another hour or so till we reach land."

"I can't wait, Jen" he stated in the voice of a man who was having trouble restraining himself.

"We'll wake Ducky" she hissed.

But he could tell she was teasing.

"I know you're wearing them. It's been driving me crazy since we left. Now show me!"

"Ducky!"

Tony broke into his little trip down memory lane.

"Does the Director wear stockings?" he repeated.

The medical examiner looked at him.

"I really couldn't say" he said with a smile.

Upstairs, Gibbs bumped into Cynthia as she came out of MTAC.

He placed his coffee cup unceremoniously into her hands.

"I need a refill" he said as he bypassed her and went inside.

Cynthia just stared at the closing door, before shaking her head and walking off.

Jennifer Shepard was standing in front of the screen. In conference with the Secretary of the Navy.

He settled into a seat and waited.

"Something on your mind, Jethro?" she asked when the conference was over.

"Waiting for McGee to patch a live feed through from Iraq" he said simply.

"I see" she said disarmingly as she dropped into the seat next to him. "Except that doesn't explain why you've been staring at my legs for the past twenty minutes."

Gibbs' eyes smiled as inclined his head briefly.

"We got a lead on the Dunn case" he said.

"And?"

Gibbs didn't answer.

"Jethro?"

"We're potentially looking for a woman over forty."

"And how did you come by this information?" she asked.

"Website."

"What kind of website?" she pushed.

More interested in what he wasn't saying.

"Website for women over forty that are experienced ... nylon users."

It took her a second to connect the dots.

"Stockings ..." she said with a mischievous smile.

"Mmhmmm" he said, looking everywhere but at her.

She leaned close enough to him so that her hair brushed his face and her perfume wreaked havoc on his senses.

"And you came here to ask me if ..."

She saw his fingers fidget.

"You know what I want to know" he said, his voice little more than a ragged whisper.

"It still turns you on, doesn't it?" she said with a small laugh.

"Uh-huh" he admitted, trying very hard to keep his eyes off her legs.

"Well, Agent Gibbs" she said, standing up. "That ... is need to know."

He came to stand behind her.

"I take it you mean for you to know and me to find out, Director?"

She smiled at him in a way that made him tighten immediately.

"I can live with that" he said.

A few minutes later Tony came up the stairs to find Cynthia outside MTAC looking decidedly annoyed.

"That coffee belongs to Gibbs" he observed.

Cynthia shot him a less than amused look.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I can't get in. Something's wrong with the retinal access system" she said, putting her eye to the scanner again.

Tony looked at the door thoughtfully, and then then took her gently by the arm and led her away.

"I know you're not over forty, Cynthia, but we might need your help. Do you, by any chance, wear stockings?"