The two men shook hands in farewell and Gibbs finished the final mouthful of his Jack Daniels, the fiery familiar spirit diluted with melted ice.
Gibbs slipped his jacket back on over his shoulders and started to make his way out through the crowded bar. The night was hot, too hot to be stuffed in here with what felt like hundreds of other people but still it wasn’t often that James was in Washington and he had enjoyed being able to have a relaxed drink with an old friend.
Suddenly he paused as he saw a familiar figure.
“McGee?” Gibbs couldn’t help his surprise at seeing his young team mate in a crowded bar.
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“Clear!”
“Clear!”
The calls rang out as the team stormed through the home of the suspected drug dealer.
“Ugghhh dead guy in lounge! Looks like our guy. ” Tony called out as he holstered his weapon and peered at the man sprawled messily across the lounge room rug.
“Dead guy number two in bedroom” Ziva called out.
Gibbs sighed and pulled out his phone to call Ducky. Great. They get a lead and it ends up dead on its own lounge room floor.
“Did you hear that?” Tony cocked his head at the strange noise as Ziva joined him in the main room.
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Inspired and conceived when reading the wonderful Circus challange entries but didn't have the time to write and submit. But still the story wouldn't go away and Tim demanded to be written going to the circus. So as I said I would write some fluff and fun before heading back to my angst here is my one shot/team fic.
“Gear up. Dead marine found at the Circus” Gibbs strode through the bullpen waiting for the inevitable.
“The CIRCUS! “ Tony squeed and grinned, leaping enthusiastically over to McGee’s desk, wanting his Probie to share in his excitement.
“Did you hear that McGee! We’re going to the Circus!” Tony drummed his hands on the edge of McGee’s desk.
Tim quirked an eyebrow as he gathered his things, throwing them into his ever present back pack.
“Tony. A man died”
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Tim was practically running through the bullpen and he didn’t care. His heart was racing in a pounding rhythm and he felt flushed with suffocating heat. He had to get OUT. He had to get AWAY. He had to go somewhere. Away from the questions and the eyes constantly watching and judging him. Dr Lewis. Vance. Even Ducky. When he was in the office he was sure people were whispering about him, pointing, the subject of pitying scuttlebutt. He couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t they all just leave him alone? He didn’t know where he was going, he was just letting his body take over and instinctively he was heading towards the elevator. He was clawing at his shirt collar trying to create more air or space or something as his breathing starting to speed up in panicky gasps.
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Aurthor: redvelvetribbon
Title: Little Boy Found
Continuation of my story Little Boy Lost. Mentions of previous Gibbs/Tony. So much slashy godness I had to put it into two posts
Gibbs is facing his worst nightmare when during a case he has to share a bed with McGee. He is finding it VERY difficult to get any sleep.
Author: Redvelvetribbon
Title: Little Boy Lost
Spoliers: None
My very first Gibbs/McGee written ages. Possibly my best still? Anyway you be the judge.
Gibbs and McGee are on stakeout together. And its driving Gibbs crazy!
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Chapter Five
Gibbs felt his gaze linger on the black synthetic webbed straps that still ran tightly across Tim’s chest and held down his arms after his earlier panic attack, his damaged swollen wrists thickly swathed in bandages only reminding him of the earlier restraints from which he had struggled to free Tim.
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Lyric screamed into the darkness as Clarissa, his one time pale mistress snapped the deadly whip across his flesh once more and her eyes gleamed eagerly in the firelight.
“You Bastard. You laughed as I screamed for my life. You tore me to pieces and made sure I felt every slice as I bled out across the floor.”
The Vampire hissed violent curses and struggled in his heavy chains, his eyes flashing with anger.
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It was nearly morning as Dante waited for Tim outside headquarters to finish up his statement when he felt Abby attempt to sidle up to him.
“Abigail” He greeted her with a pleased grin before turning around. The Dream Walker seemed very pleased with herself in the darkness.
“Hey Dante” She whispered loudly before she beckoned him over to show him the large glass jar she held carefully cradled in her hands.
“I heard from Tony that McGee is having some issues with his feathers. I thought you might like to try this. I pulled a few strings with some eco warriors I know. They use it on birds that have been caught in oil slicks after they have got most of the crude oil off. It promotes new feather growth, balances out the natural oils and helps sooth the irritated skin. I figure if it works on penguins and seagulls it might work on McGee?”
Dante smiled at Abby and she felt her toes curl at the beauty of it. He leaned in and softly kissed her cheek with his cool dry lips.
Thank you Abigail. You are a good friend.
Abby bit her lip and hoped that the salve worked as well as she hoped. A grouchy McGee was NOT fun to work with. She had begun to wonder if it was something she had done to McGee to make him so short tempered and she had been relieved when Tony had explained the moulting situation to her.
“Just make him better ok?”
The vampire nodded and then instinctively turned towards the glass doors.
“He is coming. Do you wish for us to escort you home?”
Abby shook her head. “No thank you. Gibbs is nearly finished interrogating Davidson and explaining why he did NOT see an angel in the tunnels. Tony and Ziva should be finished with their statements soon and then we are all going to get some early breakfast before hitting the sack.”
Tim appeared beside Dante and looked curiously at the large jar of white goo he held in his hands.
“Hey Abby. What’s that?”
“Haven’t you heard that curiosity killed the angel?” Dante winked at Abby playfully and tucked the jar behind him.
Tim frowned theatrically and tapped his finger on his chin “I’m quite sure that it was a cat and not an angel that was killed by curiosity”
Dante shook his head “No no I am quite sure it was an angel. Besides when was the last time you saw Curiosity coming at you in a dark alley? Now young man it is late and you should be tucked up safe and sound in my bed where I can keep an eye on you.”
Tim nodded yawning. That sounded like heaven right now. It had been a big day BEFORE he got trapped in the tunnels with Tony and then shot. And now hours later he was exhausted.
“Night Abby”
“Night McGee, Dante” Abby waved as the two men vanished into the darkness.
Tim moaned happily as Dante scooped up another thick handful of salve and rubbed it into Tim’s out stretched wings, working it gently down into the dry inflamed skin as he lay across the bed.
“Oh that feels so good. Yeah just there. Ohhh. That itchy bit just there...ohhh”
Dante beamed as his Little One wiggled happily beneath his touch again. He was so proud of his Beautiful Boy. Surely no vampire had ever had so perfect a Companion.
“Your new feathers are going to be so beautiful Timothy. I can see that already. Some of the largest one’s have a tiny stripe of gold in them that will catch in the sun. You will be dazzling.”
“Uh huh. Dazzling. There. To the right. More. Yes. There. Ahhhh. Oh that feels Sooooo good.”
Tim groaned as the cool silky thick lotion soaked into his parched skin and the constant irritating pain began to ease beneath Dante’s careful ministrations.
“You really must remember to thank Abby for this. I never would have thought of it. You have some very good friends Companion”
Dante flexed his long fingers and began working the salve into the rest of his Companions naked body as he lay before him.
Tim nodded, his eyes closed shut in ecstasy. “Yes, yes I do. Good friends. Great friends. Now stop talking about them and get into bed with me.”
Dante pretended to be shocked “Why Companion, I thought you didn’t want to be touched?”
Tim raised his head off the bed and screwed up his face before replying sarcastically.
“Don’t pretend to be surprised at what I’m thinking Claudius because I know you can read my mind. Now are you coming to bed with me or are you planning on waiting for the sun to come up?”
Dante laughed as he sealed their room and pulled the velvet drapes around the bed closed. He prowled across the bed and watched as Timothy’s eyes dilated and drank him in eagerly. He had missed the touch and feel of his Boy and he was hungry for many things tonight. He dropped his voice to a slow growl as he captured his flightless prey in his arms and began to nibble on his delicious ear.
“And to think you used to be such a nice sweet boy.”
Fini
( A big thank you who have followed this story and commented, keeping me inspired over the many months. There will be a sequal to this story but I will be taking a break from this universe for a while before i start it. Thank you again. Velvet)
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Chapter Twenty Four
With a firm sense of purpose the familiar voice dropped over the edge of the jar, strode over to the angry voice and poked it firmly in the shoulder.
“Hey you. Get the hell out of my subconscious!”
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Chapter Twenty Three
“Leave him! Get back in here” Gibbs voice came over the speakers and Tony, Abby and Ziva hesitated briefly before returning to the Observation.
“You don’t think it’s a trick do you Gibbs?” Abby asked worriedly as McGee appeared to writhe in pain, straining the metal of the handcuffs as he tried to break free.
“No Abby. I don’t think it is”
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Chapter Twenty Two
the broken-hearted
A silent prayer for
faith-departed
I ain't gonna be just a
face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out aloud
It's my life
If it's now or never
And I ain't gonna live forever
I just want to live while I'm alive
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life…….
Tim rattled his handcuffs and whined.
“But I’m hungry…….Please Abby Please? Tim pouted and batted his puppy dog eyes at her.
Abby tried not to buckle but she found it difficult as she watched her friend now hand cuffed and manacled to a table which had been bolted to the floor of Interrogation. It had been hours since any of them had had something to eat. And he looked so sad and remorseful. And cute.
Poor Timmy.
“Well McGee perhaps if you hadn’t shut down the entire navy yard the powers that be might be a little more likely to toss you a bone.”
Tony paced smirking at one end of the room never taking his eyes from the captive. McGee was too damn clever he needed to be watched constantly. There was no way this Senior Field Agent was going to be crawling through vents or cobwebs or appearing on U tube again anytime soon.
“Is this an interrogation? Are you going to take everything I say down?” Tim peered up at Abby curiously.
“Yes…well ..yes I think so. Tony?”
“Yes McGee we need you to tell us if you have done anything else hinky that we should know about. You haven’t sent a virus to Interpol have you? Or poisoned the stationary cupboards with laughing gas? Booby trapped the gym lockers? Humm?”
Tony slammed his fists on the table and glared at Tim who looked amused before turning back to Abby.
“So if you are going to take everything I say down…..Well then …….pants.”
Abby gasped “McGee!”
Tim grinned and looked at her “So no chance then?”
Abby glared angrily at Tim. And to think she had been feeling sorry for him a moment ago.
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Gibbs tried to hide the smile on his face as he watched the remnants of his team through the glass. Well McGee was certainly proving to be interesting to say the least.
Gibbs glanced over his shoulder as Director Shepard slipped into the room.
“Hey Jen. How’s everything going?”
Jenny sighed “As well as can be expected. Communications seem to be coming back on line. Although we haven’t been able to figure out how to stop the music yet”
Gibbs smirked at Jenny “I had noticed”
“At the very least we have got rid of the continuous stream of porn that MTAC was showing, thank god. We are essentially under quarantine until it can all be figured out. Marines complete with Haz Mat suits have been sent in from Norfolk to help with the clean up. They are going through the building room by room and checking for …well anything suspicious. All that water has been dumped and everyone shut up in the gym seems to be sobering up. I have issued a statement refusing all resignations until they can be seen by a psychiatrist. It seems that some of the behavior going on has embarrassed more than a few of the staff. There might have to be some departmental re allocations after all this is over.”
Gibbs gave her a comforting smile knowing that this would take months to settle down.
Jenny glared through the glass at the cause of all this work.
“And how is he?”
“So far? Hungry.”
“That’s it? No remorse? No regret?”
“Nope”
Jenny frowned “So no sign of our McGee yet then either. Otherwise he would be on his knees pleading for forgiveness.”
Gibbs stared intently back through the glass looking for any sign of the old Timothy McGee in the man that was currently chained hand and foot and leering down Abby’s top.
Nothing.
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“Ahhh Ziva you join our little crew” Tony welcomed her into the room while Tim pulled a face at her.
“You tricked me! You kissed me and then drugged and handcuffed me Ziva! That’s not very nice. I thought we were friends?” Tim seemed quite indignant and Ziva simply raised a perfect eyebrow at him.
“McGee don’t you go getting cross at me. You kissed me and stole my hairpins and used it to escape from a locked room.”
“Yeah! And you kissed me then handcuffed and DUCT taped me to my lab table. So you can’t talk McGee” Abby jumped into the conversation.
“Really? I….I don’t remember that…” Tim seemed genuinely confused and his friends watched as he seemed to pull back from them his voice soft.
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“So how on earth are we going to get McGee to take the trial antidote Doctor Jacobs sent over? He seems quite convinced he is fine and doesn’t want to go back to the way he was.”
Ducky peered through the glass fascinated at the profile of the man he thought he knew. This would really make a most marvelous feature article. Just how much of what they had seen reflected the real ‘inner’ McGee and how much of it was really the result of the virus? Would any of them have been any worse in the same situation? A crazed Tony? A wild Abby? A desperate Ziva?
Ducky shuddered to think of the consequences.
Gibbs smiled “Already taken care of. He’s going to eat it”
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Tim pathetically rattled both his handcuffs again which secured his wrists to either side of the table “But I can’t eat any unless you let me use my hands?”
Tony stood up from where he sat on the edge of the table.
“Oh no you don’t. There is no way we are letting you out of those cuffs. You insisted on spaghetti so that’s what you got. It’s not our fault you won’t be able to eat it without getting totally disgusting.”
Tony smirked “You know I’m really looking forward to this. You know that greeting card that you can get with the little baby all covered in spaghetti? Well that’s what McGee’s going to look like.”
Tim looked at the large bowl of spaghetti sadly. Oh how the mighty had fallen. He didn’t want to get all disgusting no matter how hungry he was. He was too pretty. Besides he wouldn’t put it past DiNozzo to take a photo of him all covered in spaghetti sauce with his phone.
And it smelt so good too.
Ziva sighed “Fine McGee here”
Tim grinned triumphantly at Tony as Ziva sat, tucked a napkin into his shirt and twisted the fork into the spaghetti.
“Now open wide”
Tim slurped up the pasta happily. Huh Tony might be good with the ladies but he just could never work the pity card like he could.
“Ziva! What the hell are you thinking? He’s dangerous. I can’t believe I’m saying this but he’s really really dangerous.” Tony threw up his hands in disgust at his team mate practically playing air planes with the super genius.
“Oh come on Tony. Dangerous yes. But I do not think he is going to somehow tear my arm off and beat me with it do you?” Ziva turned and gave him a wry look with a forkful of spaghetti ready while Tim grinned cheekily up at him.
Tony growled and gave McGee his best ‘I’m watching you’ face.
“If this turns into Lady and the Tramp I want nothing to do with either of you” Tony pouted and sat hunched on a chair at the end of the room glaring at McGee.
“Oh McGee! You have got pasta sauce all over your face. How is that even possible?”
Ziva leaned in and carefully wiped the sauce from the corners of Tim’s mouth with her thumb. Tim smiled and caught her thumb with his mouth and seductively sucked the pasta sauce of it.
“Hum delicious”
“McGee! Stop that!” Ziva frowned. She had a suspicion that he had planned this the entire time.
Tim obediently opened his mouth for more spaghetti and tried to look innocent. Which wasn’t hard. He had been practicing it his entire life. He was going to have a nice meal, a nap, maybe convince Abby to give him a shoulder rub (because the cuffs were hurting him of course) and then he was going to escape. Again.
Really this was all just too easy.
Tim blinked as his stomach protested with an agonizing grumble.
“I….I don’t feel too great.”
Chapter Twenty One
“Gibbs Look! It’s Ducky. Oh and he’s got Cynthia with him” Abby grinned and waived back at the small medical examiner who was almost swamped in the crowd.
“Oh thank God” Jenny sighed a deep sigh of relief as Gibbs eyes gleamed and fell on his Senior Agent who was standing limbering up for their upcoming dance number right next to the stage.
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You never take advice, someday you’ll pay the price, I know
“McGee! What have you done with Cynthia?” Jenny was furious. Cynthia was her assistant but she was also her friend. How dare he use her as leverage?
Tim frowned and rolled his eyes a bit frustrated. All he wanted was for everyone to have a good time and they just kept hassling him. They were either chasing him or trying to taser him or lock him up. And now it was where’s Cynthia? What about a friendly yeah Tim good work on pulling this all together. You’re a genius. Now would that have been too hard?
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Chapter Nineteen
on a saturday night,
everybody's waiting for me to arrive
Sending out the message to all of my friends
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
I'm coming up so you better get this party started
Tim stepped into the gym and proudly displayed his startling creation. The sight that met the Marine Squads eyes was not the quiet, calm and boring office gathering they had been expecting. Instead it appeared that the entire base had gone wild and packed themselves into the gym and it was a riot of sound, color and movement.
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Chapter Eigteen
Abby was looping around away from Gibbs and the Director trying to be distracting and help throw McGee off the scent. It would be much harder for him to keep on eye on several smaller groups roaming around Headquarters than one larger group. Tony and Ziva should be nearly finished with their task of shutting down the water supplies and then they were going to join up with Gibbs and try and capture McGee once and for all.
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Chapter Seventeen
Tony looked up in surprise and alarm as he staggered back only to receive a quick hard punch to the stomach which dropped him to his knees.
“Probie?” Tony gasped, his eyes round and pain filled as he looked around the empty hallway where Tim’s body blocked off any chance of escape.
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Chapter Sixteen
Tim sighed and pushed his thick black reading glasses further up his nose and blinked through the thick lenses. Really it was a complete shame to hide his mind blowing fabulousness behind such an ugly outfit but sometimes dreadful things needed to be done for the greater good.
His marvelous slick suit was hidden underneath a white Lab coat and with his hair severely slicked the opposite way like a ridiculously bad comb over, a top pocket full of pens and a clipboard full of C49a forms he looked…. Well not like himself. Which was the point.
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Chapter Fifteen
“Talk to him…keep him distracted”
Abby grinned and dragged Ziva off over into the corner of the lab before shouting into space.
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