A/N: Hello good peoples of Fan Fiction. Ok so- I re-wrote a bit of the first two chappies in getting back into this. One thing I have to say- I HATE how the actual show went on TV- they really let the DiNozzo character fizzle out and the ending of his story line...LAME.

So I got very...unenthused (on top of busy). But I am refreshing myself in the early days...sort of blending a slightly less flustered McGee in but- I'm happier living in this time zone of Gibbs and DiNozzo. I'm sure you guys understand. Now that the re-write is at hand, I will be adding more this week.

Love MG

November 2007

"Tony."

"No."

"C'mon!"

"No, McNosy, McBudinsky, McCuriosity killed the cat. Just. No." Tony sat back with a smug smile on his face as Kate looked on in amusement.

"Tony. It's us. You can tell us." she stated with saccharin sweetness, with one brow arched, as she walked around in front of her desk and leaning her rear up on it. She crossed her arms expectantly.

Tony chuckled, looking back and forth between the two of them. "I don't get it. What has you two so fascinated about this? Usually, you tell me to shut up. Especially you," he pointed at Kate.

McGee snorted, rolling his big grey-green eyes. "Oh, I dunno. The fact that you are taking dance lessons in the first place. And then the fact you've actually been going for what, the last…three weeks? This girl must be something special. Most of them never make it to cappuccino the next morning do they?" McGee flushed, not knowing if he'd gone too far. he was in essence, still the low man on the pole. But he believed they'd bonded through the last several cases.

Tony looked wounded, holding his hand to his chest. "McGee, are you saying I have no ability to actually "date" a woman? And have you no recollection of the fact I had to learn basic ballroom when I was just a young boy? Have you no understanding of my cultured and refined side?"

"You mean the side that likes hot Brazillian chicks?" McGee grinned.

"Okay, so it doesn't hurt that she's ridiculously hot," he admitted.

"Yeah? And what does she look like?" Kate chimed in.

Tony smiled at her, tempted to tease her about being jealous, and then sat back instead, angling his head in a thoughtful reminiscence. "She's…about 5'10", long, wavy black hair, olive skin, green eyes. Legs from foreeeeeever."

Both Kate's eyebrows perked up. "Wow. Sounds striking." Her tone was more annoyed than astonished.

"What is she like, Tony?" McGee asked, genuinely curious. Tony had come in the last several weeks looking haggard. Like he'd been up too late, having a good time. Probably was. Wearing casual clothes to work, much like today's button-down and jeans. Something about Tony taking Samba, claiming to be tired because of the many lessons with his teacher during the week…seemed a little unbelievable. He had to be having sex with her… a lot. Suddenly McGee cringed inwardly, realizing that maybe he was the immature one.

Tony sighed and looked around for a moment. "She's…different."

"What's her name?" Kate asked, hopping quickly off her desk when she saw Gibbs walk out of the Director's office.

"Renata," Tony said, with the strangest look on his face.

McGee puzzled over that look. It wasn't adoration…or love…more like, awe. "Wow Tony, she's beating your usual 3 day record." He realized it came out more snarky than he intended. But Tony was nonplussed.

"Ahhh, McGee, why do you even assume she and I are doing the horizontal Mambo, just because we are dancing the Samba?"

As Gibbs drifted by he gave McGee a gentle headslap, "Never assume, McGee."

"Yes, Boss. Absolutely," McGee said good-naturedly while rubbing the back of his head.

As Gibbs' desk phone rang, Tony murmured "Better you than me, McEnquirer."

"C'mon, Tony, you haven't worn a suit in two weeks!" McGee almost hissed back.

Tony was a little surprised himself he hadn't realized. But…he had two dry cleaning slips under his stapler, one he slid under this morning. They weren't for suits? He picked this morning's up. One sweater. One pair of jeans. He raised brows at himself. He did drop them off this morning…but…why had he forgotten already? The slip under it was several weeks old, for a suit dropped off at a different dry cleaner. "Losing your gourd," he chuckled to himself. Maybe it was the hot sex he was having with Renata. Or the surprising threesomes with her and her room mate. He was usually left more sore from that than the dance lessons. Maybe he'd bit off more than he could chew.

He looked up at his team mates and wondered what they would make of it all. He snorted to himself, they probably wouldn't be surprised.

Gibbs hung up the phone, stood and threw keys at his SFA, who caught them seamlessly. "Gas it up," Gibbs quipped, "We got a body unearthed in Rock Creek Park."

August 2007

The lights in Rio glittered and bounced off the bar. The music flowed and thumped, making everything vibrate. Even without the music, Tony thought the people themselves were vibrating with life, pent-up stress and aggression, using dance to release it or try and get laid.

He leaned back from the huge ornate mahogany bar and looked around. Why the Hell had he come in here? Everyone looked about 22. Not that he looked bad as a man ten years older. Ish.

He'd actually just aimlessly driven from the Navy yard for two hours before parking downtown, and coming upon the tropical-themed dance paradise. Work had sucked beyond measure. Gibbs had taken out his frustration on Tony, with biting comments and words that implied somehow things could have been done better.

As if Tony had wanted to be the one to crack a case that left an infant in foster care indefinitely.

As if Tony had somehow let a mentally ill grandmother kill her marine son and his girlfriend …over nothing...to get custody of the baby. She'd done a great job of making it look like a home invasion. But she wasn't a pro, after all.

It was the kind of case no one felt was fair, or that justice would ever be properly served. Just a young, beautiful couple dead, and the baby boy's only surviving relative a very sick murderer.

The last straw for Gibbs was handing the baby to social services. With it's blue eyes and red hair…

Tony took another swallow of the Maker's Mark, letting the burn slide all the way down take forefront over his thoughts. Of Gibbs' eyes. Of the pain he knew was always there. Of how much more he cared than he should. And the next swallow helped drown the thought that maybe he should be letting Gibbs abuse him, even though Gibbs had a right to feel upset about that kid.

But who was he kidding? He'd do anything for the man. Anything.

He was about to take another drink from his tumbler when a long-fingered feminine hand drifted up to his wrist to stop him.

He turned to tell her off, whoever the Hell she thought she was.

His mouth was open but, the face that he looked into stopped him short.

A long aquiline nose, wide mouth curved in a soft smile, and eyes the green of emeralds. Her face was framed by the thickest black hair he'd ever seen. It literally cascaded down to her exposed midriff. It had taken him a long moment to register that she was dressed in the dancing get-ups the club girls wore. Lots of feathers and rhinestones. But her eyes…Had she been in the number happening earlier on the main stage? He had no idea. He thought he should remember someone who looked like her. Who looked like a living piece of his soul staring back at him.

"There are better ways my friend," she crooned gently. "Whatever troubles you, let it go tonight. You may have opportunities you will miss if you are too drunk to see them." Her accent was decidedly Brazillian, and it went straight to his dick.

"Oh?" he smiled, trying for cool but coming out a little tight instead,"what opportunities are you talking about, exactly?"

And that's how it had started.

Maybe he wasn't thinking straight. No. Not maybe. Definitely not thinking straight. They'd gone back to her place. He was completely taken with those flashing, almost feline eyes, and her teasing smile.

And once in her very strangely regally decorated apartment, he saw the beauty of her flawless carmel skin, and proud nipples that jutted out quite a bit from the even roundness of her breasts.

She felt like silk. She clawed him like some kind of animal. In fact, from the moment they had their clothes off it had become obvious who the boss was. And it was decidedly, not him.

She was tall, though on the slender side, and very, very strong. She "manhandled" him, for lack of a better word. Pushing and pulling, demanding, moaning, riding him. Her vagina was beautiful and shining in it's nakedness. Brazilian all the way.

She had his hands up over his head, as she straddled him, hair brushing against his chest in an erotic tickle, when he sensed someone else in the room.

He tensed to jump, but she somehow held him still, as they both turned their heads to see a tall man, similar in skin color but with shoulder-length sandy hair and some kind of darker eye color…it was hard to tell in the shadows of her bedroom, from the four post monster of a bed. He could definitely tell the man was naked.

"It's just Joachim," she said plainly, trying to rekindle the interest from his member, which had retreated upon Tony seeing the man.

"Oh, is that all," Tony growled somewhere between irritation and nerves.

Joachim stepped a little closer. Now Tony could see the sharp masculine jaw, full lips, and blue eyes. He was just as beautiful as Renata. But Tony had never been with a man, and this was something she definitely should have mentioned.

"I'm not into-" Tony blurted out, trying to wrestle from her again.

"Relax friend," Joachim said, his accent more European than hers, "I didn't know Nini was bringing back a toy to play with. I'll just go over here…" he walked over to a tufted velvet chair that was in the corner of the lavishly decorated bedroom. "If you don't mind," he smiled, sitting down," I like to watch." He casually leaned back, the expanse of his chest reclining as he spread his legs and took hold of an impressive slightly curved cock and started stroking it. His skin was almost hairless, smooth and shining, like hers.

Tony tore himself from the visual, which to his confusion and bit of embarrassment, had him hard inside Renata again. But fuck this!

"Renata, please, I don't wanna' hurt you-"he gently tried to twist away and get her off of him.

"Tony," she snorted and said strongly and he had no choice but to look at her. She smiled. "I've known Joachim a very long time. I'm very comfortable with him…and I can tell at least part of you finds this very exciting…the thought of him stroking himself while he watches us…watches you come. Why not give him a chance. Just to watch? It's making me so wet…"

He wanted to protest. But…her words were accompanied by a squeezing pressure on him…delicious and hot. And as she began to ride him again he groaned at the wanton sight of the other man, one leg tossed over the side of the chair, eyes watching him, half-lidded and lust-filled. The man pulled on himself, balls and rod, with some kind of oil that he'd coated himself in. His small pink nipples hardened, as his tumescence peaked.

Soft muttered words in a foreign tongue barley registered as Renata's grip on his wrists tightened almost to the point of pain. Damn but was she strong! And before long he saw they were both close to orgasm.

"Sim é isso," he heard Joachim growl, as his back began to arch. Tony tensed hard, letting out a choked gasp, and had the most intense orgasm of his life, spilling copiously into the condom as Renata panted and moaned on top of him.

He really didn't mind when Joachim walked over with his cock in hand and came all over Renata's ass as she rode out the last of her own orgasm on Tony's still twitching dick.

He started to grey out as they both looked at him and smiled. He thought he smiled back and said ,"Cool."

That was the last he knew until breakfast the next morning.

And in spite of how awkward he felt, barely able to look her roommate in the face over morning coffee, he gladly went out with her again when she called him the next night.