A/N: Now for the fun part. Thank you for all your support on this one, and I hope you (kind of) enjoy this chapter.

General Warning Label: teen!NCIS, heterosexual sex (Abby/Gibbs), slash (Tony/Tim), masturbation (Tony), erotic dreams/fantasies (Everybody), violence (Gibbs), teacher/student (Kate/Jimmy, respectively), child abuse (Ziva), homelessness (Jenny), suicide (Ducky), & death by abortion (Abby). Told you this wasn't for the faint of heart...

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Chapter Three: My Junk

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"So… list the top three boys you'd marry in a heartbeat, Ziva…" Abby told her friend as they stretched out under an oak tree in the local park.

"Well… I really like that boy Timothy… but I think something's a little off in him. I think he might be… you know, gay…" Ziva said, looking at the goth girl with a smile.

"But that marriage might be fun. I mean, you'd never have kids because he won't want to, but you can have one of those marriages where you promise you'll at least be friends…" Jenny told her, "Like, you're only married to get both sets of parents off your back…"

Ziva giggled, "But he's third. My second would be Tony DiNozzo. I think he's only a bit off though. Bisexual, I mean. I guess we could at least have kids in that union…" she giggled before moving on, "My first would be Leroy Gibbs though. He's so handsome… and such a rebel, too."

"O my god, don't get me started on Leroy Gibbs…" Abby put in, "I think he's every girl's first on the marriage scale. Except maybe Jenny… you love your Donald Mallard, don't you?"

"He's so sad…. Like a… like a puppy or something. You just want to take care of someone like that. To love them like no one's loved them before, you know?" Jenny asked. She plucked a daisy from the grass, "Plus I know him. Before you moved here, Ziva, Abby, Leroy, Ducky and I used to run to my house to play pirates. Before I was, you know, kicked out."

"And you'd have a wedding in blue," Abby put in, "With irises and blue pansies… You're dress would be…"

"… just passed my knees, with blue satin flats and a veil made of silk, also in blue," Jenny finished dreamily, "He'd wear a stunning blue dinner jacket and matching pants. The shirt underneath would be lighter blue, with no tie, because I think they must be so uncomfortable to wear…"

"Well… when I marry, I'm going to wear the traditional white dress," Abby stated.

"You? Wear anything other than black and red?" Ziva asked.

"I dressed as Marilyn Monroe in the white dress last Halloween, remember?" Abby asked.

"And let me guess, you'd marry Leroy Jethro Gibbs, wouldn't you?" Jenny asked.

"Maybe…" Abby said, smiling almost wickedly.

Ziva nodded and smiled, "Well… Leroy is so… intelligent. Does he even believe in God?" she asked, fingering the Star of David pendant around her neck.

"I don't think he believes in anything…" Abby confessed.

She lay back to look up at the clouds. Soon Jenny and Ziva joined her on the cool grass.

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"Now, Mister Palmer, warm up while I get you some new sheet music," Miss Caitlin Todd said as she went to her office to get the aforementioned sheet music.

Oh my God… she's so pretty… Jimmy thought as he began playing his scales. Miss Todd entered once more and put some sheet music in front of him.

"This is one of my favorite pieces, Braham's Lullaby. Let's see how well you can sight read, Mister Palmer," Miss Todd said, smoothing the sheet of paper.

She then put a stray lock of Jimmy's brown hair behind his ears and looked into his eyes. It took Jimmy a second to realize that he had just imagined that part. He sighed and turned back to the music. He began to read the notes, and his fingers just flew across the piano. Well, not exactly flew, as it was a slow piece. Miss Todd seemed pleased by her pupil's work.

"Very good, Mister Palmer. But I would like you to work on this piece at home, along with your scales. I believe I will schedule your next recital in two months, and this will be one of the pieces you will perform…" Miss Todd looked at her pupil with a smile, "This will be your 30th performance since you began with me…"

"Will it now?" Jimmy asked, still playing.

"Yes. I still remember when you played 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star' at your first recital… when you were eight… remember that?" Miss Todd asked, smiling awkwardly.

Jimmy stopped playing, "Yes, Miss Todd, I remember clearly."

Of course he remembered first meeting Miss Caitlin Todd. The fantasies had started up three years after that, often ending up with Jimmy on the floor of his room, panting in exhaustion. Usually there might have been a jacket in the corner of his mind's eye. Miss Todd often wore a smart suit jacket over a blouse. The blouse would be on the floor too. This was all in his head, of course.

Jimmy wondered if he had secured himself a place in Hell yet. Probably.

Miss Todd was 25 when her mother hired her to take her place so that she could check into a retirement home. Caitlin loved her job, but she most of all loved her star student, Jimmy Palmer. She wasn't sure if she liked the smart young boy in quite the manner he felt for her (she didn't know that last tidbit), but she was worried about it coming to that.

She watched Jimmy meet up with his childhood friend, Tim, at the corner. He waved at her as he pushed Tim in front of him in the direction of their street. She waved back and smiled. "30th performance. No other student of mine wanted to go past the 10th."

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Something dropped out of Tim's book bag as he rushed to pick up Jimmy at his piano lesson. Tim and Tony were part of the boy's choir at the school, so they got out pretty late.

"Wait, Tim…" Tony yelled, but Tim was too far ahead. Tony looked at the piece of paper. It was a cute little picture of Tim and his twin sister, Sarah. (A/N: I'm taking creative liberties here, people. Tim and Sarah aren't actually twins, I know, I know. You'll see why I did this in a moment.)

He grinned at the picture and tore it in half. He was about to throw away the half with Tim's picture on it, but he thought better of it and placed the two halves into the book he was reading.

Later that night, Tony was in bed reading when he remembered the pictures. He slowly took the one of Sarah out and grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "Have you prayed tonight, Sarah McGee? You don't look like your praying, darling." His hand slipped under the elastic band of his boxer shorts.

"When I see you there, just sitting, nothing more, I remember all those lonely nights I've lived with out your company. It's killing me, darling. It rips up my insides and breaks my poor heart in two," Tony continued, both with the physical and verbal, ahem, monologue.

"Darling… you're damn chastity has gotten the best of you. You have to go. You just have to leave now, for you damn chastity is too much for me to bear!" Tony spread his legs and leaned forward. There was a sudden knock on the door and Tony snapped his legs shut and put the picture back in the back of his book. He went back to the page he had been reading, "Yes?"

"Tony? Can I come in?" his mother called softly.

"Of course, Mother," Tony replied.

His mother entered and saw him already in bed, "Oh, well… just popping in to tell you good night…" his mother said.

"Good night, Mother," Tony replied, turning the page.

"Okay… I'll get you up at six, then?" Mrs. DiNozzo asked, peeking in the door once more.

"That would be lovely," Tony replied.

Mrs. DiNozzo smiled and shut his bedroom door. Tony opened to the back of his book and saw that he had placed Sarah's half of the picture under Tim's half. He was about to dig out Sarah's picture again when he stopped and lifted Tim's picture out of the book instead.

"Have you prayed tonight, Timothy?" he asked the picture, once again slipping his hand under the elastic of his boxers.

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I'm sick. I know. But it will only get worse as we go along. Are you ready?

Please review. I get so lonely without feedback.

Aeron Ailsa