CHAPTER FOUR
(A shorter chapter for this one.)
"What did Ducky have to say?" Gibbs asked when Tony returned up to the bullpen
The SFA explained what he had discovered while down with Ducky.
"So we'll have to wait for a result of from the DNA sample, which should take around twenty four hours."
The Senior Agent frowned as he glanced at the clock in the corner of his computer screen. He hated waiting for results, it was one of the things he just didn't have the patience for.
He looked up. "There's not a lot we can do at the moment. Take a lunch break. I want you all back here in a hour though."
"I'll call down to Abby and see if she wants to come with us", Ellie suggested, picking up her desk phone. She spoke for a few moments before replacing the phone.
A few minutes later the elevator doors opened and Abby came bounding out, carrying her purse. What are we waiting for guys, let's go! Oh, Ellie, I've totally got something to show you while we're out."
"What is it?" Ellie asked.
"I can't tell you, I have to SHOW you," Abby replied. "Hurry up now."
Not wasting time, Tim and Ellie picked up their jackets and headed towards the elevator. Tony remained behind though.
"Why aren't you going to lunch, Tony?"
Tony gave his lover his million watt smile. "I am, I'm just waiting for my lover to join me. I was thinking that we could to try out that new Chinese place in town."
Gibbs considered for a moment. "Go on ahead Tony, I've got some work to do here."
Tony felt his expression fall into a pout, but then he brightened. "I could help you, you know."
"I'm quite capable of doing a bit paperwork," Gibbs pointed out.
The SFA sagged slightly and went to turn away. "I wasn't implying that you were, Jethro."
The elder man sagged, feeling slightly guilty; Tony was only trying to help him.
He stood up and took hold of Tony's arm.
The younger man turned back around when he felt the grip on his arm. Jethro had stood up was leaning towards him.
Glancing around to make sure that they didn't have too much of an audience, Jethro took hold of the back of Tony's head and pulled him in for a kiss. It was brief, but heartfelt; an osculation of apology.
"Why don't you bring something back. We can eat it together."
Tony smiled in agreement and took off towards the elevator.
Less than thirty minutes later, Tony was back carrying a couple of cartons of Chow Mein. He placed both cartons on Gibbs's desk, before rolling his desk chair over and sitting opposite his partner.
"What are you working on?" Tony asked as he tucked into his lunch.
"I'm catching up on same paperwork, that's all," Gibbs said.
"Is it important?"
The lead agent shrugged. "Kinda , it just gives me more time to spend with you tonight."
"Aww, that's sweet, Jethro," Tony waggled his eyebrows. "What are we going to be spending time doing, may I ask?"
Jethro smirked. "Well I thought you could help me wash the car."
Tony frowned slightly. "Washing the car isn't exactly my idea of a good time, Jethro," the SFA complained. "Besides, who washes their car in November?"
Jethro rolled his eyes. "I was kidding, Tony."
"Oh...I knew that."
His lover let out a small laugh, making Tony grin from ear to ear; he enjoyed it when he made Jethro laugh, it always made him feel incredibly proud of himself .
"What do you want to do together?" Jethro asked.
Tony bit his lip and whispered seductively, "I can think of plenty of things we can do together."
"I bet you can."
"You could give me the same incredible massage I gave you."
The elder man smirked again. "I think, Tony, that it was the SEX that I gave YOU that was the 'incredible' part.
The younger man shrugged and feigned looking nonchalant. "It was OK, I suppose."
"It was 'Ok'"? Jethro questioned. "Who are you kidding? You were literally begging for my cock."
"I was NOT begging, I was asking...very, very nicely...and desperately."
"Desperately is one way to describe it," Jethro laughed.
Tony folded his arms across his chest and pouted slightly. "You just wait, Jethro," he whispered, "you'll be begging for my cock soon."
The older man shook his head before reaching around the desk and subtly taking hold of Tony's cock through his pants, squeezing a little and then rubbing. Tony gasped, grabbing hold of his boss's desk and trying not to buck his hips.
"Why would I beg for your cock, Tony?" Jethro whispered. "I already have it."
"Jethro...Boss...I'm pretty sure that's...a red light area."
Jethro let go and went back to eating his Chow Mein, chuckling quietly.
Tony took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself. He was immensely relieved that no one but Jethro could see just how excited he was. Closing his eyes he tried to picture something that would make his erection go down before he had to get up and go back to his desk.
Ducky in a dress. Yeah, that would do it.
Tony shuddered slightly.
"You OK, Tony?" Jethro asked.
"I'm fine, Jethro," Tony replied. "I'm just taking care of a little problem."
Gibbs glanced down. "Looks like a bit more than a 'little' problem."
Tony winked at his lover. "Thank you Jethro, I'll take that as a compliment."
The elder agent rolled his eyes.
Eventually Tony's pants didn't feel quite so tight and he was able to relax slightly.
"I wonder what Abby wanted to show Tim and the probette," he mused as he sat back in his chair.
"Haven't a clue," Jethro shrugged, tossing his now empty carton in the bin. "Probably some dress she found."
Tony considered that. It was a possible idea, and he wondered if the Forensic Scientist had managed to find dresses for his and Jethro's wedding.
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"What do you think?" Abby asked, holding the dress up to her body and swishing it around.
The dress in question was a Victorian style gown. It was red and black in colour with a ruffled high collar and little bows making their way neatly down the front. The bottom of the dress was wide and open, and the entire garment was made out of cotton and satin.
"Why are you showing us this, Abby?" McGee asked. "I thought we were going out to get some lunch."
"We are," Abby rolled her eyes. "I'm showing you this dress first because I'm going to buy it for Tony and the Bossman's big day!"
Both Tim and Ellie gaped at Abby. "You can't wear that to a wedding!" Tim exclaimed. "You'll stick out like a sore thumb."
"There's nothing wrong with wearing this," Abby argued. "You can't deny that it's totally me."
The two agents found that they couldn't disagree with that.
"Besides," Abby continued, "everyone will be so invested in our two love hunks that they won't even notice what I have on, trust me."
Ellie turned to her partner and shrugged in a 'what can you do' gesture. "OK Abby, fine, now we need to get my dress and, no offence, I am NOT going dressed like that."
"Don't worry Ellie, I knew you wouldn't want to wear this," Abby said. "Come with me, I want to show you something."
She took hold of Ellie's hand and lead her further into the store with McGee on their heels.
Eventually they stopped in front of a mannequin, modelling one of the stores garments; a navy blue velvet dress, embroidered with tiny flowers. The dress was extremely long and the bottom of it pooled around the mannequin's feet. It also had long sleeves with frills on the end and a blue ribbon around the waist, tied at the back.
"I saw this the other day," Abby explained, "and I instantly thought of you. I know that it's far from the typical thing you wear, but I think that you could make it work."
Ellie walked slowly around the dress, taking in every detail. "I don't know Abby, between this dress and yours, we may just end up looking like extras from 'Game of Thrones.'
"What's wrong with that?"
"I just think that we'll stand out too much."
"Trust me, people will forget all about us eventually, especially when they see the grooms. And if they don't, well, more fun for us!"
The young agent still didn't look too sure.
"I like it," McGee commented. "It's beautiful, it's different, what have you got to lose?"
"OK, fine, I'll try it on."
Catching the attention of a nearby assistant, Ellie asked if they had the dress in her size. The assistant assured her that they did and went to fetch it. When she arrived back and handed it over, the agent slipped into one of the fitting rooms.
A few minutes later she emerged.
"Oh Ellie, it's perfect!" Abby exclaimed. She made a twirling motion with her finger. "Turn around, let me see."
Ellie spun lightly in the spot, allowing the dress to flow around her.
"What do you think, McGee?" Ellie asked when she stopped her rotation.
"It's your opinion that matters, Ellie," Tim replied. "For what it's worth though, I agree with Abby."
"Thank you McGee."
"So are you going to get it?" Abby asked.
Ellie considered as she admired the outfit in the changing room mirror.
"You know what, I think I am."
"All right, Ellie!" Abby wrapped her friend up in a breath-stealing embrace. "I knew you would like it!"
Tim shook exasperation, but then smiled and gestured to the check-out. "Come on, let's go pay for it, I'm getting hungry and we need to get back."
It didn't take long for them to purchase the two dresses and head out the store, debating heatedly about where they should go for lunch.
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When the three of them returned to the bullpen, Tony was back at his desk, making his way through a small backlog of paperwork.
Abby waved goodbye as she headed back down to her lab.
"Where did you go to lunch, Tony?" Ellie asked as she sat back at her desk and stored the bag containing her new dress underneath it.
"I didn't go anywhere, Bishy," Tony answered. "I stayed here, thought I would keep the boss company; he gets lonely in his old age."
Gibbs's head snapped up at that and he gave a half-hearted glare at his partner. Tony merely grinned back at him and wiggled his fingers on his left hand at him.
Ellie laughed under her breath as she switched her computer back on.
The SFA pointed under Ellie's desk and raised a questioning eyebrow.
The blonde agent glanced across to make sure that her boss wasn't looking before she made a 'dress shape' with her hands, pointed at Tony and Gibbs, and then at her ring finger.
"Ohhh," Tony mouthed silently.
"Finished that backlog yet, DiNozzo?" Tony jumped slightly at Gibbs's voice.
"Uh, no, Boss. Getting it done now."
"Well then stop 'ohhhing' at Bishop and get on with it."
"Yeah, sure, I'll do that right now. See, look? I'm typing away. Type, type, type."
"I'll 'type, type, type' you if that paperwork isn't on my desk by the end of the day."
Tony couldn't decide if he should be frightened by that or not.
