(Ok Thanks to all the readers for their patience. Now we are going to get some action. Please review and let me know how I'm going with this, oh and it does make me go faster)

2.30am

Tim lay still in the warm snugly darkness, Willow tucked into his side. He was awake, WIDE awake and his brain couldn't seem to stop screaming its confusion at him. Thoughts tumbled around his head like clothes in a dryer, with different questions like red socks rising to the top before disappearing once again in the melee. If anyone had told him a few hours earlier this would be where he would end up he would have had them checked by a psychiatrist. But here he was. In Commander West's bed, naked, wrapped in her silky sheets with said Commander beside him.

Oh my god he was a Toy Boy! He was an older woman's play thing! What would he say to Gibbs? To Tony!! Oh my God Abby!!! He felt himself blush in the dark. Abby would take one look at him and he would blush from the roots of his hair to his feet and she would know straight away what he had been up to.

He practised in his head something that might sound plausible. 'Ok I'm sorry Gibbs I didn't call you straight away but I was…… I was……having wild passionate amazing sex with the Base Commander? She made me do it. She said I had to or we couldn't continue the investigation? She was giving me her interpretation of Occupational Health & Safety Regulations?

Willow, she had whispered to him that he could call her that but he still preferred Commander. Willow as a name seemed so free and unrestrained. He smiled in the darkness, well ok now he knew her better it did seem to suit her with her wild hair and lust filled eyes. Especially now. Damn the woman seemed to think this might be the last time she might be having sex. Ever. There was a wild desperation that McGee had never experienced before. A throw caution to the wind, damn the consequences sort of down and dirty passion that had surprised him. Not that he had complained. Hell it had resulted in Round Two. He was beginning to understand the appeal of an older woman. They knew what they wanted and how they wanted it. There was no coy fiddling around, no guess work. Willow had enjoyed him and hadn't been hesitant in showing it, and possibly even the neighbours for that matter. It was rather thrilling to have a partner who desired him physically, for how he could make her feel rather than for him being a 'nice guy' or for being the 'smart guy'. She didn't sleep with him because she pitied him, she slept with him because she wanted him. She wanted to feel his hands running over her body, hear his gasp, taste him, and immerse herself in his touch, the feel of his body joined with hers.

He was tired, well he was tired before but now after twice giving the Commander as Abby once put it 'that special feeling' he was close to exhausted. The only reason he wasn't already fast asleep was that he was starving. Not just a bit hungry, he had past that hours ago but a real empty can't even sleep sort of hungry.

At least he was warm. In fact he didn't know when he last felt so toasty. His feet which had only recently felt like blocks of ice now were flush with warm blood. Nothing like unrestrained sex to get the heart pumping and warm up the extremities.

He lay awake in the dark for a few minutes longer. Would it be rude of him to sneak out and make himself a sandwich? Or three? Maybe he should wake her up and then he could leave her in bed so he could get something to eat. Perhaps afterwards he should try and phone Gibbs and let him know he was ok? If he was honest they might not even have missed him yet? The more time that went by the less certain he was that Tony had tricked him. Maybe the wind or something had shut the door. It was an unfamiliar house after all. The team didn't need to know what he had done in the last couple of hours, just that the Commander had found him, fed and clothed him and then dropped him back at the house. Maybe he could judge it by the call? If he woke Gibbs up and he didn't even know he was gone he could just apologise and get Willow to drop him quietly back at the house. If Gibbs was up and pissed off about him being missing so long he could get Gibbs to come get him and blame Tony? McGee found himself for the first time ever considering waking Gibbs up in the middle of the night a good thing.

It was no good. He was going to have to get some food, and then perhaps he could form some more rational thoughts. His stomach pre empted his move and grumbled loud and long about being ignored. He could feel Willow squirm next to him.

'Hungry?' She laughed quietly. 'Poor Timmy, I have treated you appallingly. I really was going to feed you when we got home earlier you know.' She trailed her hands over his chest and licked up his neck. Tim shivered. 'Cold?' Tim didn't dare answer as he knew his voice would betray him. Willow simply kicked off the blankets and proceeded to climb astride him and slid herself across his chest. 'Warmer?' 'Much' Tim smiled as he felt her flexible feet sliding up his inner thighs and then was betrayed by his stomach grumbling again. Willow laughed and gave his chest a gentle slap. 'Well I suppose my chances of a little more action would be greatly improved if I fed you I suppose?'

'Um yes?' Tim hopefully replied. He honestly didn't know if he was up to it but he found that Willow seemed to be good at convincing him to try things. Besides perhaps with some food in his stomach who knew?

Willow climbed off him and throwing a large silky floral robe around her shoulders stood at the edge of the bed, watching him. Standing in the dark Willow flashed back to the image she had had of Tim wrapped in her bed sheets when she was in the car with him earlier that evening. And there he was in front of her, for real this time. This evening and Tim himself certainly seemed full of surprises.

Tim suddenly felt self conscious again under her unflinching gaze. 'Do you think I could get something to wear? I would prefer not to creep around your kitchen in the nude and to be honest the towel I brought with me wasn't really doing the trick.'

Willow smiled again and tried to look serious. 'Well I don't know I kind of liked it. Sort of an all purpose After Five uniform really. I should recommend it as it does have its advantages.'

'It does?' Tim's enquiry came out of the soft velvety darkness.

'Oh yes. It seems to come off very easily.'

'Ha ha very funny. Now back to the question – do you have any clothes I might be able to wear?'

Willow sighed dramatically 'Alright clothes but I must say they are under protest.'

She turned and headed to the wardrobe which had been the start of the trouble and rummaged around for a few minutes. 'Ahaha thought I had something.' She pulled out a pair of slacks and a blue chambray shirt, in the general proximity of Tim's size. 'At least my ex husband will be good for something' She smiled wickedly 'I would love for him to know that some of his clothes were going to be worn by my much younger and far better lover…. but well we can't have everything.'

'You were married?' Willow could hear the surprise in Timothy's voice.

'Several times actually but never seemed to stick for long. It's hard when you spend your days ordering difficult men around to remember to play house nice when you get home at night.' She smiled at Tim 'What about you then?' Tim smiled as he thought about one particular position she had insisted on and he had to his surprise greatly enjoyed.

'Oh I don't mind you bossing me around at all' Tim paused and then dropped his voice to a husky whisper 'Commander' Willow shivered at his tone of voice which she had last heard whispering dirty little things in her ear while she was in the throes of ecstasy.

'No I'm sure you don't, Mr McGee. You know Timothy, I think you are a Very Dangerous Man'. Tim smiled as he slipped the pants on and did them up. He smiled as he held his finger dramatically up to his full lips 'Shushhhh don't let anyone know. You'll blow my cover' Willow was still laughing as Tim shrugged into the shirt. 'Now where is that food?'

It was as Tim followed Willows silk clad swaying hips down into the kitchen, that he heard it. The sound of shattering glass followed by the quick crunch of footsteps coming towards them. Turning he had just a glimpse of a somehow familiar figure before the man launched himself at him. Grappling at each other they struggled and fell to the floor, the momentum causing Tim to smash his head on the kitchen tiles with a crack. A searing pain shot through his head but he continued to hold back his attacker with his longer reach who seemed to be trying to claw at his face. Still scrabbling amongst shards of glass, desperately trying to hold the enraged man away from his throat 'Willow! Call for help!' was all he managed before the assailant grabbed a gun from his pocket and clubbed him hard in the side of the head. It was this second blow so soon after the first that caused him to sink into unconsciousness. The dizzy sour blackness swept up on him with the final thought 'Willow??

(Dah dah what will happen next? Please review and tell me! Haha going to get down to some nitty gritty now. Rubbing hands gleefully!!)