Catalyst 20/?
Mar. 18th, 2013 07:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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"Mmm, good morning." Gibbs kissed Tim's shoulder and tightened his arms around the other man.
Tim gave a sleepy smile and snuggled back closer before his eyes flew open. "We're late."
"No we're not. I sent a text to Vance already." Gibbs enjoyed the feeling of Tim's ass pressed against him, already bringing him to half-hardness and his hands started exploring Tim's body. "Are you sore from last night?"
There was a bit of an ache, but it wasn't bad. "I can feel it, like a little reminder that I belong to you now."
Gibbs had a soft smile on his face. "That goes both ways, you know. Whenever you want it."
It took a few seconds for McGee to process what was being offered and he looked over his shoulder at Gibbs before rolling to comfortably face him. "You're saying that you'd..."
"Bottom? Yeah, I never would in a casual relationship, but I think we're past that, aren't we?"
Tim's entire face lit up. "Yeah, yeah we are." He started exploring Gibbs' chest with his fingertips.
"I know you'd never bottomed before that night, but have you..." His question was cut off by lips exploring his, not that he was complaining.
"You're the only man I've ever been with, Jethro." Another kiss. "The only man I will ever be with." Another, more lingering kiss. "The only man I'll ever want."
"I like the sound of that."
Tim looked happy, but hesitant. "I think I want to learn more first and then spend an entire weekend at the cottage making love to you."
Gibbs smiled at Tim's words. He was looking forward to Tim taking him, but right now, with Patterson such a threat, the truth was that he was feeling possessive and dominant. "Yeah? An entire weekend? Do I get a break to have some pizza?"
Tim had manged to ooze onto him and was now straddling his hips. "They deliver, so I don't even have to let you out of bed."
"Yeah?" Gibbs was liking this preview of dominant Tim.
"Oh, yeah. Keep you in the middle of that big bed and hand feed you all weekend. Maybe let you up so we can try out the claw foot tub together and definitely make love out on the balcony as the sun comes up." Tim bent down and they slowly kissed, only to freeze when they heard a sound downstairs.
Instantly on alert, Tim rolled off and they both grabbed boxers and guns before creeping out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
---NCIS---
"Umm, Agent David, shouldn't we have called first?" Dorneget nervously followed Ziva up the porch steps. When she stopped to open the door, he stepped on the back of her heel.
"Do that again, Dorneget and you will learn about Mossad training techniques first hand. Do you understand?"
Her hissed tone had scared him almost as much as her words. "Yes, ma'am."
Once inside, Ziva was immediately concerned when she saw the scattered clothes before realizing what it really meant. She was smiling as the two men came down the stairs, guns drawn.
It wasn't until Dorneget bent down to examine one of the jackets and saw the hastily wiped and now dried fluid on the wall that he put it together. When he looked up and saw bare legs coming down the stairs, he immediately covered his eyes. "I'm not looking. I'm not looking."
---NCIS---
Gibbs eased down the stairs, gun in hand and ready. Tim was tucked in behind him, his own gun at the ready. Since McGee was left handed, they fit together perfectly as they crept down to assess the threat. Gibbs grinned as he lowered his weapon. "Ya might want to start knocking, Ziva."
"I'm not looking. I'm not looking." Ziva might not be embarrassed by walking in on them, but Dorneget was bright red behind the hands that were covering his face.
Gibbs rolled his eyes, but the effect was lost on the green agent. "Just how are you planning on protecting us then, Dorneget – sonar?"
The hands dropped, but the eyes were still screwed shut. "Will that work, Agent Gibbs?"
Ziva recognized the request on Gibbs' face and promptly head-slapped Dorneget.
"Ow!"
"Thank you, Ziva."
---NCIS---
Ducky shook the offered hand. "Thank you for seeing me, Warden. I've been asked to do a threat assessment on one of your recently released inmates, Theodore Patterson. He was released this morning, I believe."
Warden Taylor didn't even have to pull up a file. "He'll re-offend, no question about it. If anything, he's more dangerous now than he was at the time of his incarceration." Taylor sat down, waving his hand at the other chair for Ducky. "Unfortunately, his sessions with the prison psychologist are sealed, but I can let you read his general prison records, his discipline records and talk to his last cellmate. I'm pretty sure you'll come to the same conclusion."
Having earlier heard why Ducky was there, Taylor's secretary had the files already pulled and brought them in immediately when the Warden made his request. Ducky started with the listing of disciplinary actions taken against Patterson, including several moves to solitary confinement after sexually assaulting fellow inmates. "Why was he never charged for these additional attacks?"
"You've never worked much with the prison system have you, Dr. Mallard? To get a prosecutor willing to spend the time and energy trying to convict someone who's already in prison – well, anything short of a murder charge, the chances are about the same as getting one of the other prisoners to risk being labeled a snitch by testifying."
"I see." He really didn't, but Ducky was used to working with a team that stopped at nothing to get justice. "I would like copies of these and to speak to his cellmate, then."
"Of course." Taylor leaned forward for the intercom on his desk to set it in motion.
---NCIS---
Tony parked his car and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. An Agency sedan was in the driveway behind Gibbs' car, probably driven by Ziva. He wondered who she was partnered with and if they were willing to risk their life to protect his team.
One more deep breath and he was walking up the steps. Ziva met him at the door, her hand on the butt of her SIG Sauer. "What are you doing here? Director Vance told you to go home and get some sleep."
"Yeah, well, I can't sleep until I've talked to McGee, cleared the air, you know?" Tony shrugged, not knowing how to better explain it before he went up the stairs. In the upper hallway, a closet door swung open and a gun was pointed at DiNozzo. He froze, then rolled his eyes as he saw who it was.
"A closet, Dorney? Really?"
Dorneget stuttered and stammered, turning red until Tony snapped his fingers and pointed down the stairs. "Go."
"Yeah, umm... okay, I'll just – hey, be sure you knock, cause – well, they – you know..."
"I got it, Dorneget." One last deep breath and Tony reached for the door as Dorneget retreated downstairs.
---NCIS---
Gibbs had been tracking Tony's progress through the house. He'd considered pulling on a pair of pants and meeting him at the bedroom door, but decided to wait and see what Tony's reactions would be. He and Tim were spooned together, Tim's warm body nestled against his chest, so Gibbs tucked the bedding around them a little better and waited for the knock, calling out softly when it happened.
"Get in here, DiNozzo."
Tony took a few steps into the room and stopped. He'd never spent much time considering Gibbs in bed with someone, but he never thought that Gibbs would be the kind to cuddle. Wrapped up in Gibbs' arms, Tim reached out and patted the bed for Tony to sit down. "Did Vance give you the journals?"
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tony stared at his hands. "Yeah, spent all night reading them. Even after reading all of them, I can't believe I was that stupid. I put a damn target on your back, McGee."
"Yeah, you did." Tim didn't pull any punches, knowing that Tony wouldn't appreciate it. "Was that the plan?"
"What? No, God, no. It was still a damn stupid thing to do."
"Yeah, it was." Tim watched him closely as he carefully chose his words. "A lot of people probably would have said that I had the right to be angry for the rest of my life, but what I learned in therapy is that when you hold onto the anger, it consumes you. It takes up all the space that could be filled with the good things in life. I had to decide if our friendship was worth the effort of working through all this and I thought it was. Now that you know, you have to make the same decision. Is our friendship worth forgiving yourself?
When McGee put it like that, there was only one answer Tony could give. "Yeah, it it, but it's hard. I think about what you went through and what you've lost." As he talked, it became apparent that he'd even forgotten Gibbs was in the room with he and McGee. "You've already lost so much because of me and I don't want you to feel like you have to settle. You know – just because you can't get a woman pregnant shouldn't mean that you give up on the whole having sex thing."
It took Tim a second to figure out what Tony was referring to. "You mean penetrating."
Having made the same conclusion, Gibbs squeezed his arm tighter around Tim's waist as he spoke for the first time since ordering Tony into the bedroom. "Who says he's strictly a bottom?"
Tony froze, then looked past McGee to Gibbs, then back at Tim's smiling face before rubbing his own forehead. "Okay, I think you just broke my head." He chuckled and shook his head. "That is one image I'm not sure I'm ready for."
The relief and shared laugh broke through the wall of stress and fear that had kept Tony awake and he yawned as he started to sink down. "I'm sorry, Tim."
"I know, Tony."
"You were so green. I could have taught you by example. Instead, I made you the butt of my jokes and told myself that I was toughening you up. I'm sorry." He'd been tilting more and more and the moment his head hit the bed, he was dead to the world.
Tim smiled at his sleeping friend and tried to reach the blanket they'd kicked off during the night. Gibbs sighed and sat up enough to grab it, pulling it up and over Tony, remembering the time when Shannon talked him into going out in a downpour to rescue a half dead kitten in the neighbor's tree. "There, happy?"
"He needs your forgiveness, too, Jethro. Are you ready for that?"
Gibbs thought about the odd situation they found themselves in as he watched Tony burrow down on the other side of the bed. "I'm getting there, Tim. I'm getting there." They both noticed how Tony seemed to relax even more at those words, even in his sleep.
Laying back down, Gibbs wrapped his arms around Tim again, nuzzling and rubbing his nose against the back of Tim's neck. "But you're the one that's going to change his litter box."
"What?" Tim raised up enough to look over his shoulder at Gibbs, but the bright blue eyes were closed. Deciding that ignorance was bliss at that moment, Tim laid his own head back down and closed his eyes.
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Date: 2013-03-18 05:00 pm (UTC)Glad Tony came over to talk. Had to laugh at poor confused Tim after Gibbs mentioned the little box. That comparison was adorable!
And eek! Ducky's going to find out how much danger Tim's in!
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Date: 2013-03-19 04:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-20 02:09 am (UTC)