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 Female x Male  Male x Male  Fandom  Erotica  Romance [Fandoms: NCIS/CM] Someone To Lean On

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by JaSamFan88, Jun 11, 2018.

  1. JaSamFan88

    JaSamFan88 Mi amore Member

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    Aaron struggled to find the words to express how amazing it felt, to finally push aside his worries and just give in to the feelings that he had developed for Jethro over the years. That first thrust, as soon as he felt Jethro enter him, he paused. He didn't freeze, and he didn't panic. He simply paused for several moments, to get used to the feeling of being with another man. Of being with another person, really. Haley had been his last romantic partner. He'd actually thought that his feelings and sexual desire had died when his ex wife had died.

    But that wasn't true, and it was making itself known though the way it expressed his feelings and sexual desire to Jethro. After a few minutes of letting both of them adjust, his usual smile came to his lips and he happily kept his eyes on Jethro's. "I've never felt this way before. This wonderful before." He admitted, and though he didn't mention Haley by name, it was implied that he hadn't felt this kind of
    emotion and love with her. Sure, he had loved Haley. There was no doubt about it. But, if he were honest, it had always felt like something was missing.

    And now, being here with Jethro, it felt like that missing thing had finally been found. A little time passed, as they continued to move against each other, with him thrusting his hips back, and forward, teasingly against the other man. But now that some time had passed and he was used to it he said, "Jethro, you don't need to hold back any longer. I can take it, promise." As he spoke, one of his hands moved to trace all over Jethro's body, as he waited for the other man to take him at his word. He was ready
    for them to know each other's bodies.

    All of it. And he was ready for the pace to pick up and for them to be themselves, now that the rough part was over. "Just let go." The words left his lips, and he prepared himself for Jethro to let loose, just like he wanted. Just like they both wanted. He was glad they had taken this chance on each other.


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    Abby watched as Tony paced, and she debated what to say to him. She wanted to comfort him, but she also knew that he needed to be told the truth. After she took a few moments and figured out what to say, she did. "I won't say that what Ziva did was right. It wasn't. It was the complete wrong thing to do. But I also won't lie and tell you
    that it was all her choice. Right after Ziva left, I went to Gibbs and talked to him. He told me, honestly, that Vance had had no choice and had to send Ziva back to
    Israel,
    back to Eli."

    "If he hadn't agreed, then Eli would've sent people to get Ziva, and he'd have taken her forcefully against her will, instead of just having her come, against her will but on her own two feet. There would've been a fight, we probably would've lost people. And Ziva knows that. She knows that none of us would've watched her go against her will and not fought back. She didn't want it to come to a fight. She didn't want to cause more loss for any of us.
    As for Kort and the loss of your daughter, I'm sorry. It's not enough and it'll never be enough."

    "But, it's true, and it's real, and I need you to know it. I also think that I need to remind you of something. No matter how angry you are at her right now, Ziva's a good person. And good people screw up. Sometimes really badly. We've all done it. Ziva's not the exception. This is a big thing, something that will never go away. But you can choose how you respond. She made a choice, and now she has to live with the consequences of it. She has to live with knowing that she hurt you. She has to live with knowing that her daughter's dead."

    "She has to live with the guilt and the pain of blaming herself for everything that happened. I know that you're hurt, angry, sad, and all kinds of other things. But there's something that you need to know. Hurting Ziva and lashing out at her, isn't going to make you feel better. It's only going to make you more miserable in the end. As to why people leave, it's not about you. It's about them, and their issues. Their inability to see such an amazing person before them. I'm not excusing anyone. I'm simply trying to give you another prospective."

    "Sometimes we do things that hurt the people we love, to protect them from an even worse pain. And sometimes, we do it to protect them from ourselves. I can't give you any answers to why people in your life have left, Tony. The only thing that I can say with 100% certainty, is that you're not going to lose me, no matter what. You're stuck with me in your life, whether you like it or not. I don't care if you try to kick me out of your life, or even if you ever move. You're stuck with me. We're family, Tony. And if there's one thing I know about family, it's that they're the best and worst at hurting you and loving you. It's hard, but you have to accept that some bad goes along with the good, or you will never truly be happy. And I want you to be happy."
     
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  2. Marie Adriana

    Marie Adriana Lady of the North Member

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    "Don't want to hurt you," Jethro repeated -- the realized how unlikely that was. Aaron was not a weak man, and a well-trained FBI agent. If Jethro managed to do something that he sincerely objected to -- Aaron could physically stop him.

    He'd never had that measure of safety before.

    With that in mind - and three-quarters out of his mind with lust -- Jethro released his restraint and began pistoning in and out of Aaron with fervor. He still watched, waiting for that moment when he'd hit the prostate... waiting until he could bring Aaron the most intense pleasure. He kept one hand on the mattress, supporting him over Aaron, and slipped the other between their bodies, taking a firm grasp on Aaron's cock. "Need you," Jethro exhaled. "God, Aaron, I need you." His restraint loosened farther, until he was nearly slamming into Aaron -- and each surge matched with his hand around Aaron's cock. "You first, love. I want you to come for me, Aaron."


    * ~ *

    This time, Tony couldn't find the words at all -- they'd simple escaped him. Instead, he opened his arms to Abby and, when she settled into them with the ease of long friendship and - yes - love, he buried his face in her hair and cried. This wasn't the same hopeless, heart-wrenching sobbing from before. He wasn't ready to call it cleansing, but... he wasn't alone, and he wasn't unloved.

    When he thought he could control himself, he pulled back just enough so that they could make eye contact. "Is Ziva alone?" He could tell Abby didn't want to tell him -- or possibly didn't know. "Look, as much as I shouldn't be... neither should she. Whatever else... she had to tell the father of her child that her child was dead. I don't think she's okay, and I don't think I can be the one to comfort her." He tightened his arms around Abby. "And she can't have you. I need you." He rested his head against her chest -- though there was absolutely nothing sexual about it. Beneath his ear he could hear her heartbeat, and it was soothing in ways he couldn't describe. "Gibbs, or Tim. But she shouldn't be alone, Abbs. I can't be there, but she shouldn't be alone."
     
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  3. JaSamFan88

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    Aaron smiled at Jethro's words. "It would take a lot to hurt me," He said, and it was true. Given everything that he had been through over the years, with his job, and his family, he could take a lot more than most people. Each thrust of Jethro, each slam of the other man's hips against him, drove him more and more crazy with every touch. But he completely lost his restraint, as soon as the other man's hand closed around his cock and began to stroke it in time with their thrusts. "Jethro, God.. That feels...."

    "So good.." He couldn't get a full sentence out, the pleasure he felt was short circuiting his brain, but that was okay. "Don't stop.." He said, his voice hoarse with pleasure, as he slammed back into Jethro.. The man's last words
    had him nearly growling out in pleasure.. "Jethro...!" The brunet cried out Gibbs's name as he came all over the other man's hand. He felt Gibbs thrust into him a few more times. Then let out a sound of his own, as they both reached that ending. A groan of irritation and frustration left him, when his phone rang 15 minutes later.

    Just as they were catching their breath
    . Given his job, there was always a chance that they'd get called in on a weekend. And many times, they have been. But this time was different. This time he wasn't doing some random thing. This time he was with Jethro, and he hated to leave him. "Sorry, duty calls.." He said and waited until Jethro had moved back a bit and they had separated. He sighed, reached for his phone and flipped it open, raising an eyebrow at the number. He answered and pressed the phone to his ear.

    "Fornell, what's this about? Have you and the Homicide Division
    finally gotten over your grievances with the BAU...?
    What? Right. No. I understand. Is the prisoner at Quantico? Okay. I'll be there in an hour. Yeah, bye." The younger man let out another sigh and moved to get up. "I'm sorry, Jethro, I need to deal with this.. A Federal
    Agent has been arrested as a suspect in the murder of a British National and former CIA operative. I'm sorry," He said again. "I have to deal with this. I'll call and let
    you know when I'll be back."


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    Abby hugged Tony tightly while he cried. She ran a soothing hand up and down his back, and just let him get it out, knowing it was what he needed. And she was happy to provide it for him. When he got himself under control and pulled back, she looked up and met his eyes and waited to see what he was going to say. When he asked if Ziva
    was alone, she only shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, but I assume that she is." She stopped talking so that he could continue and nodded in agreement with his words.

    When he tightened his arms around her, she did the same. "I'm here for as long as you want," She promised him. "I know, Tony. I know.." She said softly. "I'll text Tim." After she had done that, she set her phone down on the table, and hugged Tony once more. This time when they pulled apart it was 20 minutes later, and because of her phone. She walked over to the table and picked it up, frowning when she saw the name on the display. "It's Tim," She told Tony.
    " Speak of the devil.. Hang on. Timmy, what are you doing up so late?"

    "Isn't it past your bedti - What?" The expression on her face turned to one of concern. "How bad's the damage, and what are they charging her with?" She listened to him speak for a few minutes, and cast a worried look at Tony, before going back to her conversation. "Who arrested her? Was it Fornell? The what? I've never heard of that part
    of the FBI before. Just, relax, Tim. Try to get in and see her. Flash your badge, pretend that you have more authority than you do. I don't care if you're scared, do it for Ziva."

    "I'll let Tony, and Gibbs know. Have you called the Director? What about.. you know? Yeah, I know that her father's a dick, but he's still her father and deserves to know. Yeah, okay. We'll be there soon. Wait. Is she at Quantico, or NCIS? Okay, we'll be there ASAP." She hung up and turned to Tony, her eyes wide. "Ziva's been arrested by the FBI. Something called a BUA? The Behavior Unit?"
     
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  4. Marie Adriana

    Marie Adriana Lady of the North Member

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    Even post-coital Gibbs couldn't ignore the churning in his guts. He'd just opened his mouth to protest - to demand more information - when his own cell phone rang. Raising an eyebrow at Aaron, Gibbs flipped open the phone. "Yeah, Gibbs. Fornell - slow down. She's been arrested for what? Are you out of your damned mind? Fornell, if is this is another one of our ex-wife's practical jokes -- " He was cut off by a spate of Italian cursing, which had the desired of effect of causing him to be silent. "Where is she being held? Has she asked for a representative yet?" It didn't surprise him in the slightest that it was Quantico - and suddenly, his connection to Aaron seemed a whole lot more professional than personal. "I'll get myself there." Gibbs snapped his phone shut and turned his glare on Aaron. "You want to tell me why one of my agents is being held at your office?"

    * ~ *

    Tony was up like a shot the moment 'Ziva's been arrested' left Abby's lips. "Where? When? For what?" He spun on his ankle and headed to the bedroom, packing three go-bags -- one for himself, one for Abby, and one for Ziva. Granted, the t-shirts and sweats he packed for the women would be too large, but at least they'd be clean.

    "Call Gibbs," Tony ordered -- and all trace of his emotional distress was gone, tucked away again. "Call Ducky. The BAU is the Behavioral Analysis Unit -- the profilers. Ducky's got the best chance of speaking their language." As he bustled around the room packing items away, he slipped a small envelope of sonogram pictures into his pocket. Hopefully, they'd provide luck.

    If they had to, they'd provide proof of diminished capacity -- because no jury would convict a woman of murdering the man who had murdered her unborn child.
     
  5. JaSamFan88

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    "Because they committed a crime?" Aaron said bluntly and he was one of the few people who didn't back down under Gibbs's glare. He didn't wait for the other man to say anything else. He simply gathered up some clean clothes and jumped into the shower. Once he was done, he grabbed his to-go bag and turned back to the other man. "Do you want a ride, or are you going solo and we'll just meet there?" There was a huge wall of tension between the two of them now, but it was unavoidable, at least for now.

    They needed to get all the details and facts of what was going on, before they did or said anything that they would regret. "I hope this goes well for your Agent, but it doesn't look good for her right now. She's not cooperating. She's not doing herself any favors by lashing out at the Agents that brought her in for questioning. She's causing problems." He sighed softly and then walked out of the house, leaving Jethro to decide if he wanted to ride together to Quantico or not.


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    Abby immediately moved to do everything Tony said. She called Gibbs, and found out that he already knew about Ziva and was on his way to help her. She also called Ducky and told him what was going on. "Wait. Do you still have a key to Ziva's place? She might need our help proving her innocence. Do we have any proof that she killed this guy in self defense? Or do we have any proof that Kort killed other people, and was a threat to all of us? I.. I.." The dark haired young woman trailed off, as she fought against her panic.

    She tried to keep her worry and panic from being too much for her to handle. "We can't lose her, Tony. It was bad enough losing Kate. But not Ziva. Not when I know how much you love her. Not when I've finally come to accept her place in our lives. She's family. We have to figure out a way to keep her out of jail. God, I really hope that Gibbs and Ducky can help. She's in a lot of trouble, isn't she?" She asked softly, the worry clear on her face and also in her eyes, for the other woman. She followed him and helped him pack some bags.
     
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  6. Marie Adriana

    Marie Adriana Lady of the North Member

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    In a rare flash of emotional wisdom, Jethro realized what he'd done. He hadn't even pulled out of Aaron - after the most intense lovemaking he could remember - before turning back into Gibbs-second-B-for-Bastard. Moving swiftly, Jethro caught Aaron before he could make it very far out the front door. "Christ, Aaron." Jethro scrubbed his face with his hands. "Can I just -- can we just have a minute?" He reached for Aaron, not sure if he'd come. "That federal agent in custody is Agent Ziva David. She's a member of my team -- a member of my family. I reacted... I reacted as a father." He leaned forward to press his forehead against Aaron's. "I'll ride with you, and I'll do my best to stay out of the way -- and yeah, I know my best sucks." Jethro gave him a sad half-smile. "But I can't walk away from her, Aaron. Not after what she's been through."

    * ~ *

    "Abby." Gone was the emotional Tony - the vulnerable Tony. Hidden away entirely was the Jester Tony. This -- this was Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo -- the NCIS agent with the highest clearance rate in the whole damned agency, because he couldn't let even a cold case stay cold. This was the man that the Legendary Leroy Jethro Gibbs trusted on his six.

    "I need you to stay calm." Tony handed her the bags he'd packed for her and Ziva. "I don't have a key anymore. Tim might. Gibbs might. Tim's been practicing his lockpicking, and might be able to get in. I don't think we'll need him to, though." Going to the box on the table that Abby had carefully avoided, Tony lifted out a medical chart. He ran his fingers over it - very lightly - before passing it to Abby. "I can't read it again, but it's the report from the doctor who treated Ziva after her run-in with Kort. I don't think anyone reading that would have any doubts that Ziva was fighting for her own life, and that of our daughter." He closed his eyes briefly, taking the moment to erect another barrier between the pain and what must be done. "If the report isn't enough, have Ducky or Palmer get in touch with the treating physician, and get an interview. And whatever photos and notes didn't make it into that report." Unlocking his safe, Tony buckled on badge and service weapon.

    "No matter how I feel," Tony said, turning to Abby finally. "No matter what happened between her and I. She's a Gibblet. She's ours. And we know damned well that if she'd wanted to kill Kort in cold blood, she'd have done it years ago - without putting Tali at risk." Tony's voice caught briefly on their daughter's name, but he struggled on. "Come on. We've got to get to Quantico. I'm driving - and you're manning the phones. As of right now, I'm deputizing you as the Sheriff of Operation Save Ziva. Capiche?"
     
  7. JaSamFan88

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    Aaron paused when Jethro caught up with him. He turned back to the other man and nodded. "Yeah, we can have a few minutes." He listened as Jethro spoke, and a tiny smile came to his lips when the other man said the suspect was like a daughter to him. "I know what you mean. The agents on my team are my family, too. And I'd never be able to walk away from them, either." He paused again and said, "You're not gonna want to hear this, but I can't take it easy on this Agent David just because she's a member of your team."

    "I have to treat her like any other suspect that's been brought in for questioning. She's the only one who can answer for what happened to Trent Kort. The CIA is pissed and ready to rain hell down on your agent. The FBI Director, is also pissed that someone as dangerous as your Agent has been free to do whatever they want for so long. Look, I know. She's got issues, we all do. But she needs to use her head if she's going to get through this. If you get a chance to talk to her, calm her down. She's only going to get more charges brought against her if you don't."

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    Abby looked at him. "We don't need to call Tim or Gibbs. I've got a key to her place. Last week she went out of town for a few days and asked me to look after some plants.
    I forgot to give it back to her, and she never asked for it back. So, I have it. It's here in my purse." The next two hours found them at Ziva's place. She texted back and forth with Tim and Ducky, as they went through Ziva's things. "Tim said that Ziva thought she was being attacked when the FBI agents showed up. They didn't show their badges until after they tried to handcuff her."

    She motioned to the broken glass coffee table, the couch that had been flipped over, the torn carpet. "It looks like she put up a hell of a struggle. Oh, I also talked to Ducky and gave him the name of the doctor and the info from Ziva's medical chart. He's reached out and the doctor was also a witness to the fight that went down between Kort and Ziva, and he'll be flying in to give a statement on everything that he knows," She told him.
    A few minutes later, she exited Ziva's bedroom and carried out a box and handed it to Tony.

    "This is all of Ziva's medical records from the time she was born, up until last week when she twisted her wrist. Her case files on Kort are also in here, everything she was given from NCIS and from Eli and his men back in Israel. Also, the case files she made, after scoping out Kort for several months, up until the morning of the take down,
    and a few weeks after the take down and the loss... of Tali. There's also a recorded conversation between Kort and Ziva, um.. That day. It turned out that Kort
    recorded
    their meetings."


    "And the whole fight between Kort and Ziva was taped. On cassette, not video.
    The conversation where he laughed and talked about turning traitor to the CIA and NCIS. Where he talked about killing past members of the CIA and NCIS, and using us as bait or leverage over her. Their entire fight and struggle is caught on the recording. You
    can hear it when he stabbed her, as he taunted her. You can also hear her scream of pain, and then when she struck back at Kort, and told him to go to hell and that he'd never hurt anyone again now."

    "The last thing on the tape is Ziva cursing under her breath, and then her uneven breaths before it cuts off." Once they had finished and packed everything into the car, she nodded at Tony's words. "I can man the phone's, no problem. Well, unless these idiots think that they're gonna lock up Ziva. We're not gonna let that happen, Tony. Gibbs will make sure she gets free. We all will. Ziva's not going to go to jail for killing that damn bastard. We'll make sure these people understand that it was done in self defense."

    The drive to Quantico was mostly done in silence, both of them each lost in their thoughts. The only time Abby spoke, was when she got updates from Tim, on what was happening with Ziva.
     
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  8. Marie Adriana

    Marie Adriana Lady of the North Member

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    The moment the victim -- no, Jethro couldn't call him a victim -- the instant the dead bastard's name left Aaron's lips, Jethro knew why Fornell wouldn't tell him who Ziva was being accused of killing. And he also knew they were in for a hell of a fight -- because he knew Ziva HAD killed Kort. In self-defense - in justifiable homicide - in fear for her life and that of her unborn child. He was one of precious few people who knew she'd lost a child in that fight -- he suspected he was the only one in this country, given her reluctance to tell even him.

    He didn't protest that Ziva was innocent. She wasn't. He didn't protest that she wasn't dangerous. She was.

    But she was his, and he'd do whatever it took to get her out of there.

    Jethro reached for Aaron and pulled him into a tight embrace. He wasn't sure if the profiler could read everything in his eyes -- pain and fear for Ziva, intense anger at Kort and his CIA handlers, terrible regret that their time together was being interrupted -- but he hoped that his arms, his touch, could convey some of it. "Before we go." Jethro cleared his throat, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and embarrassment. "Before we go be Agent Hotchner and Agent Gibbs... can I have Aaron back, just for a minute?" He tilted his head, just enough to indicate that he wanted - needed - a kiss, but didn't lean forward... didn't want to pressure Aaron into anything, if he was still upset with Jethro.

    * ~ *

    "I should have known my-- our little ninja would have records," Tony said to Abby, with a passable imitation of his usual cheer. He knew she could see through it -- hell, McGee and Gibbs would too. Ziva, if he got to see her -- but it might fool the feebs. "So, tell me, my Mistress of the Dark... what can you find out about the BAU? Do you know which team has the case?" He was hoping - praying, to a deity he hadn't been sure he believed in - that it was Agent Hotchner's team. Not only did they have the reputation as the best, but he knew Gibbs was friendly with SSA Hotchner... and the last thing they needed was Gibbs to butt heads with some feeble feeb.

    "And Abbs?" He fought to keep his voice level, even as he guided the car expertly - and rapidly - towards Quantico. "I know you're trying to reassure me that we've got airtight evidence, but it would be a really good idea if you didn't let me hear that tape, or read me any more of those reports." Tony didn't glance at her - didn't dare make eye contact. "I don't think it would do Ziva's case any good if I have a full-on meltdown in the middle of the FBI building, okay?"
     
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    Aaron nodded when Jethro asked if they could have another moment together before they had to turn their work personalities back on. When the other man tilted his head, and he lowered his, their lips met in a light kiss. It lasted for several minutes, until he reluctantly pulled back. They got into his car and had just started the drive to Quantico. Just as his cell phone rang again, while they got into his car. He glanced over at Jethro. "It's one of my team," He said and then sighed softly and pressed the button on the steering wheel.

    The button answered his cell phone, and automatically put the call on speakerphone. "What's going on, JJ?" His nerves were already frazzled, given the situation they all found themselves in, but he shoved them down under a mask and turned on his work personality as soon as he saw her name on the display. Several minutes later, his
    hands tightened on the steering wheel and it was the only sign of a crack in his professional demeanor. But other than that, he kept his expression cool and professional
    as he listened.


    "Spencer's been hurt, Hotch. The agent in custody, Agent David attacked Spencer when he tried to cuff her while they were in the interrogation room. She stabbed him with
    a pen, when he moved behind her to cuff her. Morgan wants blood, Penelope's a mess, and Prentiss and Rossi are trying to keep everyone under control, but it's not working. Also, Morgan went to talk to David, and she kicked his ass, so he's also pissed about that.
    Rossi kicked me out of Quantico and told me to go to the hospital with Spencer, and I figured that it was a good idea."

    "By the way, David's team showed up. Agents McGee, DiNozzo, Sciuto, a Dr. Mallard and Dr. Palmer. They've been grouped together and are being kept away from Agent David. Though DiNozzo and Morgan are at each other's throats."

    Aaron wasn't sure what to say, once JJ hung up. He glanced over at Jethro through the side of his eye and then said, "This is gonna get a whole lot messier before it gets better, if it even does."

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    While they waited for Gibbs and this Agent Hotchner to show up, Abby had done her best to keep Tony away from Agent Morgan and away from Ziva. After she had promised to do as he had asked her earlier in the car, she was now trying to keep him from getting arrested himself. Agent Morgan had moved Ziva from one room to another, after they found out she had attacked Agent Reid. It had also been found out that the attack was an accident. Ziva had gotten the wrong idea when Agent Reid had moved behind her and tried to cuff her.

    He'd grabbed one of her hands, and that had set her off, as anyone who knew Ziva, knew she didn't like to be touched against her will. So, now Agent Morgan, and Tony were one step away from getting into a physical fight with each other. Especially since Morgan had called Ziva a perp, when he had passed her and Tony in the hall to bring Ziva to the second room.
    Finally, Gibbs arrived an hour later, shortly after that Agent Hotchner guy, and once that happened, she made a straight beeline for him. "This is crazy, Gibbs."

    "Ducky and Palmer are here. Ducky's been trying to smooth things over with one of the older profilers. Uh, an Agent Rossi. As bad as all of this is, there's one bright spot in it. The agent that Ziva attacked, isn't going to press charges against her. The whole thing was a misunderstanding, though Tony and Agent Morgan had to be separated, because they look like they're about to kill each other. Ziva still hasn't asked for a lawyer yet. She keeps refusing to talk, except to decline a lawyer. And after she handed that guy, Agent Morgan his ass on a platter, well, all of Agent Hotchner's team quit going into the room to try and get Ziva to talk."
     
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  10. Marie Adriana

    Marie Adriana Lady of the North Member

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    "When we get there... when I get there... I'll get my guys under control," Jethro said quietly. He hadn't quite switched fully into Agent Gibbs yet -- he was balancing somewhere between Gibbs-that-loved-Ziva and Jethro-that-was-falling-for-Aaron. "I'm not surprised they've all turned up, but I know it's going to make your investigation... complicated."

    Before they exited the car, Jethro reached once more for Aaron's hand. "I just want to say -- whatever happens with our teams. However much of a bastard I wind up being over this -- I don't want it to affect this - us."

    * ~ *

    Agent Gibbs accepted Abby's "briefing", which filled in some of the blanks... but not enough of them. He headed for the cluster of his people, wishing he'd thought to ask Aaron to stop for coffee. He was going to need it. "I'm going to try to get Ziva to talk to me," Gibbs said to his team - quietly, but firmly. "I don't want to hear any more of you making trouble for Hotch's - Agent Hotchner's team." He let his glare shift to each person, leaning forward to reinforce his point. "They're doing their jobs - but they don't have the whole picture. Ducky - keep interfacing with Agent Rossi. You're the one most likely to speak his language... and he has a reputation for being willing to bend the rules, when the ends justify the means. McGee -- I want to know everything there is to know about how the FBI got involved in Kort's death. If you have to go back to NCIS to use the computers, do it. Abbs -- I want you helping McGee if you can. If not, you and Palmer are on KP. We're going to need food and coffee." He gestured vaguely with his empty hand. "Lots of coffee."

    He turned to Tony. "DiNozzo. You're with me." He waited until the younger man fell into position behind him, then pulled him off to the side.

    "Look, boss, if you're going to tell me off--"

    "I'm not." Gibbs glanced around and leaned forward to give Tony a headslap -- that just barely grazed him, and was intended more as a grounding touch than discipline. "You have every right to be upset." Gibbs forced Tony to meet his eyes, hoping his loyal St. Bernard's instincts were working tonight. "I'm going to talk to Ziva, and then I'm going to talk to Hotch - and if I have to call Vance and wake him up, I'll do that too."

    Tony met Gibbs' eyes, and searched them. "You know already, don't you?" Gibbs nodded tightly. "She told me tonight."

    "Ah, hell, Tony." Gibbs' eyes closed, and he wanted nothing more than to sling an arm around Tony's shoulder and pull him into a hug. He didn't -- partly because they weren't alone, and partly because he could tell Tony was hanging on to his composure by the thinnest of margins. "It's going to come up. You know that, right?"

    Now it was Tony's turn to nod. "We brought -- Abbs and I brought -- Ziva kept records. The attack... it's on audio. Ask Abbs, she's got it. Just -- let me make myself scarce before you listen, okay?"

    Gibbs nodded. "Can I count on you to contact Fornell, see what he can add to this clusterfuck?"

    "You can always count on me, boss." That earned him a hand on his shoulder, the briefest supportive squeeze.

    "I know that, DiNozzo."
     
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    "It was so easy to take them out. They didn't suspect a thing. Carmichael and Douglas walked right into my my trap for them. They'd been spying on me for months, turning some of my contacts against me, trying to find proof that I was the traitor. I got wind of it through a guy I grew up with. I set up a meeting with each of them, said that I had information on the leak from NCIS. They didn't see it coming. I jumped Carmichael in a dark alley and broke his neck. I took Douglas out with a single shot to the head."

    "I heard that your father had gotten involved, and I knew that I needed to get at him before my secret got out. But Eli's got too much security. And you were the perfect bait and target. And seeing you like this, knocked up, about to pop. It's gonna make this all the more sweeter when it gets back to your team, your father, that you're dead. That your bastard's dead.
    When I heard you were involved, my first thought was to poison your father. But then I found out that you hated him. And that just wouldn't work."

    "So I
    dug more into your team, and the two names that kept popping up were Gibbs and DiNozzo. I couldn't get at them right away, so I settled for killing any NCIS agent I could get my hands on. And I got my hands on a lot of them. More than 10, but less than 30. The deaths of Agents
    Dorneget, Lee, and Blackadder were the ones that got me on your radar, right? But still, it wasn't enough for me. I needed to make a real statement. So I reached out to you, fed you information and let you think that I was on your side."

    "But the truth is, you're weak. All of you are weak. And that weakness, will be your downfall. You don't have the guts to go after what you really want. I sold my CIA handlers out for a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, and $40 million. And I can't be bothered to care. It's all a game, you just have to figure out how to play it." A scuffle could be heard,
    the sound of fighting and one off grunts of pain. The sound of a clatter in the distance can be heard. "Who the hell is that?" The sound of a blow landing , and then a profanity from Kort.

    An even louder scuffle and the sound of things crashing and breaking.
    An alarmed scream in the distance. The sound of a woman screaming in pain, a final fight, a woman cursing under her breath, and then nothing else. Hotch stood there after the tape ended. His eyes were glued to the cassette player in his hand. He forced back the emotions that wanted to surface. Without saying a word, he walked down the hall to where Agent David was. He opened the door and then walked inside, closing it silently behind him.

    He placed the cassette player down on the table and pressed play. His eyes stared into hers as he studied her while the tape played. With the exception of the tears that fell from her eyes and down her cheeks, and the harsh glare in her eyes, her face was a perfect mask,
    cold and unfeeling. When the tape finished, he turned it off and set it aside. He took a few moments to collect himself. He swallowed a few times, and cleared his throat before continuing. He was even more aware at that moment, of Jethro's presence behind the glass.

    "Did you know that Trent Kort killed those other agents? Did you have proof, besides this tape that he was a danger to you and your child?" When she didn't answer, he decided to try something else, in the hopes of getting an answer. He paused for a moment and said, "If I asked Agent Jareau and a RN to accompany you to a private area, would you be willing to be photographed and have it used as evidence as self defense? The cassette is pretty good evidence that Kort was a threat, but your chances of getting the charges dropped, would be helped significantly if you cooperated and did this."

    "Also, the doctor who was in the church the day of the fight, and who also treated you, has flown in. He's giving a statement right now." A measure of relief went through him when Agent David agreed to be photographed, and as he got up to leave, he paused when she spoke.

    "I did not know that Kort had killed the agents you listed. I knew that he had killed others, but I did not know any of the others. The only other proof I have that Kort was a threat to me and my daughter, are the scars left over from the fight two months ago. I have no regrets with taking Trent Kort's life. If he had somehow managed to live, I would have hunted him down and made sure he was dead. If you think that is wrong, then you are a moron."

    The door closed behind him on those last words and he went to talk to Jethro, and told him that he could go in and see Ziva now. Then, he exited the building and put in a call to JJ, and explained what was going on. He also arranged to have Morgan go and stay at the hospital with Reid, while they got this all sorted out. Once that was done, he walked outside to see where Tony and Abby had gone, and found the younger man pacing outside, while Abby watched him nervously. "Agents DiNozzo and McGee. Miss Sciuto. I wanted to let you know that the charges against Agent David have been dropped. She's started cooperating with our investigation, starting by signing a document that allowed us to go through her records and files, and we found the recording of her fight with Trent Kort."

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    Ziva didn't say anything else, once Agent Hotchner left the room. She had agreed to be photographed and escorted to a private room by the female agent and an RN. She looked up when the door to the room opened and Gibbs walked in. For several moments, neither of them said anything as they stared at each other. But eventually, she cracked under his gaze. "I know that you know. That you knew before you got here.
    I know you read my personal file and medical records when I came back to NCIS."

    "I know this because you have given me a lot of space since I came back. I know that you were waiting for me to talk to you, to tell you. I had trouble telling Tony everything.
    I do not know if I would have been able to tell you. Not just because of my own pain, but because of yours.." She said the last part softly and waited to see what he was going to say. Her tears hadn't stopped once Agent Hotchner turned off the tape. She was so raw and past caring at this point.
     
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    Behind the two-way glass, Gibbs stood with Ducky and two of Hotch's agents -- Rossi, and a woman he didn't recognize but who fairly clearly thought they shouldn't be here.

    It was Ducky who made the first sound -- a sharp intake of breath when Kort's recorded voice described Ziva as 'knocked up, about to pop.' His eyes filled, and a shaking hand came up to cover his mouth, muffle the sobs. The poor girl -- it was obvious immediately to the aged medical examiner that the fetus had not survived the attack, or Ziva would have returned with a babe in arms... and that saddened him immeasurably. And though her reticence to share was not surprising, he ached that she had been suffering alone.

    Ducky turned slightly to speak to Gibbs, but found he could not utter a word.

    Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood - immobile, nearly as though he were carved of granite - with one hand pressed against the glass, and with unchecked tears streaming down his cheeks. When Agent Hotchner had exited the interview and Aaron stepped into the observation room -- and how easy it was for Jethro to distinguish, he thought idly - he was still standing there, watching Ziva. Upon being told he could see her now, Jethro pulled his hand from the glass with visible effort. "Thank you, Aaron." He brushed the tears from his cheeks as he passed Aaron in the doorway, and followed the directions to the exam room.

    "Ziva." At first, that was all he could say in response to her comments -- but when she told him she'd hesitated to tell him so as not to stir up his own grief, he couldn't help but react.

    It was rare for Jethro to initiate contact with any of his team, outside of headslaps and the rare kiss on the cheek for Abby. Rare... but now, necessary. Sitting on the edge of the examination bed facing her, he bent enough to wrap his arm around her shoulders and press her cheek into his chest. He knew it was a paternal gesture -- though he doubted Eli had ever held her like this. He remembered holding Kelly like this, when she'd be scared, and he'd held Abby like this when she was being stalked and frightened out of her mind.

    "My grief is old," Gibbs said -- gruffly, to hide just how deeply emotional he was feeling. "You should never feel like you can't talk to me because of it, Ziva. Never." Then, because he didn't know what else to do, he held her, rocking very gently.

    * ~ *

    Upon hearing the words 'charges dropped,' Tony halted where he stood and his shoulders slumped forward. "Thank you, Agent Hotchner."

    Tim, who'd been sitting on the edge of a concrete planter next to Abby, watching Tony, nearly did a doubletake. Not only had Tony been polite to SSA Hotchner... but he sounded so defeated, even though they'd won. His body language screamed of pain, but Tim couldn't figure out why. Sure, he had been worried about Ziva... and he knew that as partners, Tony and Ziva had been close before... but that didn't seem to explain his reaction now.

    "We have her medical records," Tony continued, still speaking to Hotch. "Abby -- Miss Sciuto -- has them. We can save you the time, dealing with international time zones. I know you'll want to verify but..." Tony trailed off again. "I'd - we'd - appreciate if the... if the later records were kept as private as possible." What little emotion had remained in his voice had leached out.
     
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    As soon as Gibbs's arms went around her, that was Ziva's undoing. The tears fell faster down her cheeks, and the sobs that she had been holding in for the last two months, broke free as she clung to him and cried the cry of a broken heart. It took a few tries to get the words out between sobs, but she forced them through because they needed to be said. They needed to be heard. "Your grief might be old, but it is still valid. It will always be valid," She said to him softly, but loud enough for him to hear. To make it clear what she was saying.

    When he said that she should never feel like she couldn't talk to him, she nodded, even as her head remained against his chest, and her arms remained wrapped around him in a fierce grip. The rocking soothed her a little, but it was the action in general. The action of being cared for, being loved, by someone she loved and claimed as her family. This went on for several minutes, before she finally pulled herself together. She was reluctant to pull away from him, as this was a rare thing between herself and Gibbs.

    But it was time for them to get going. They had proved her case and she was free to go. Now, they could get back to living their lives and doing their jobs. And she could put the pain she felt, back behind the wall she had erected to protect herself, and try to forget that it was there. "We should find the others and go. It is nearly 3 am. We should make it back to town by 4 or 5, depending on traffic. I am going to go by the hospital and apologize to Agent Reid. That is, if I can get past Agents Morgan and Jareau and into his room to talk to him."

    They parted ways a few minutes later, and she thanked Agent Hotchner and then went outside where she spotted the others. Within moments, she was having the life hugged out of her by Abby and Tim, and when they moved away, she turned to Tony. No words were spoken as they moved towards each other, and when their arms
    went around each other, the pain in her heart lessened just a little, and she clung to him, having needed this for so long.

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    "I understand. We'll keep Agent David's records private.." He promised the younger man.

    Aaron checked in with Rossi and Prentiss, and once the young woman had left, he paused when his friend called his name and asked about Gibbs. "Agent Gibbs and I have known each other for about 7 years, Dave. We've had connected cases before, we've shared suspects and issues with police departments. We became friends 6 years ago, and recently, maybe a little more. I don't know. I don't want to label it. This is the first time I've felt anything for anyone since Haley died. I don't want to screw this up."

    He glanced around and saw that David and Jethro had left the interrogation room. "I'll be back, I need to take care of something." A few minutes later, he knocked on the door of one of the empty, extra rooms. Without waiting for an answer, he pushed open the door and walked inside to see Gibbs standing there. He crossed the room and pulled the other man into a hug. "It's gonna be okay, Jethro. It's all gonna be okay. They're strong.. And so are you."
    His words trailed off as they remained in the hug, as he heard the sound of other people entering the room.

    Once that happened, he glanced back and saw Rossi and Prentiss standing there, along with Dr. Mallard, Morgan, Agents DiNozzo and David, and Agent McGee. They all looked emotionally drained, surprised, and just ready to put this day behind them. After a few moments of standing there in shock, everyone who had just barged in,
    turned right back around and quickly and silently let themselves out.


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    Morgan approached Tony and Ziva as they exited the building and headed for Tony's car. "Agent DiNozzo. Agent David. I just want to apologize for earlier. I was out of line with everything that I said. I shouldn't have called you a perp, Agent David. And Agent DiNozzo, I shouldn't have wound you up like that, and I'm sorry."

    Ziva turned and faced Agent Morgan, and nodded as she listened to him speak ."We all make mistakes. Do not worry about it." She paused for a moment and then said, "If you will accompany Agent DiNozzo and I, I would like to apologize to Agent Reid, before we leave."

    Half an hour later, after apologizing to Agent Reid, and telling Agent Rossi that she wanted the tape back, and to send it to NCIS, she and Tony left. After letting everyone else know they were leaving, the two of them got into Tony's car and drove off in silence.
     
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    Before Ziva was out of sight, Gibbs cleared his throat in an indication he wanted to say something. It took him a moment, to work it past a tight throat. "You don't have to do this alone anymore, Ziva." He knew it was the pot calling the kettle black, but he had to say it. "I kept my grief bottled up until it threatened to choke me -- don't follow my path."

    When she was gone, and he was alone, Jethro exhaled shakily and ran a hand through his hair. Between the case, and Aaron, and this thing with Ziva... he was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Hearing the door open, he looked up - and met Aaron's eyes. "God, Aaron." He clung to the other man, letting the reassurances seep into him. Despite the last few hellish hours, Jethro still felt the calm of Aaron's presence soothe him. "Just... just hold me for a minute, okay?"

    He was too focused on Aaron to realize their private communion had been interrupted... until he heard a peep from Abby. A literally 'peep' - one of her more adorable noises. No sooner had their sanctuary been invaded than it was emptied again. Jethro couldn't help it, and began to chuckle. He pressed his forehead against Aaron's. "That's not how I'd planned on my team finding out about us," he said wryly. "Not when I'm not even sure if you consider us an us. Are we an us?"

    * ~ *

    Tim looked from the closed door of the room they'd just entered - and exited - then back to his teammates. "Did you see...?" he trailed off, but didn't bother to finish the sentence. From the poleaxed expressions on everyone's faces, they'd seen the same thing he had. "Right. Not talking about it." He looked back to his teammates. "Who's riding with who? I've got my car - Ducky drove his Morgan."

    "I drove, too," Tony added. He was still subdued, but at least less dramatically that he'd been outside. "Anybody need a ride?"

    Shortly thereafter, Abby left with McGee, and Jimmy with Ducky... leaving Tony looking awkwardly at Ziva.

    "So... need a lift?" Tony asked as casually as he could manage. At her nod, he led her outside -- but stopped short when Agent Morgan approached. He listened -- both to Morgan and to Ziva. "I'm sorry too," Tony added to Morgan. "I should have... I wasn't thinking clearly," he explained vaguely.

    Their visit with Agent Reid went much the same way -- uncomfortable apologies followed by uncomfortable silence. Tony realized it was the longest he'd spent alone with Ziva off the clock since she'd left a year ago... and he'd missed her.

    He had spent the last two months so busy avoiding him - so focused on his own hurt - that he hadn't seen hers. Her masks were back up now, but he'd seen behind them... seen the woman he'd fallen for. Yes, she'd left him -- but she'd done it for a very different reason than the others in his life that he'd lost. And yeah - it hurt like hell that she hadn't told him, hadn't said a damned thing about it in the two months she'd been home... but she'd been suffering, too.
     
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    Once the other man had talked to Agent David, and all the others had left, Aaron had no problem wrapping his arms around Jethro's waist and just holding the man close, pressed against his body. Everyone involved had been put through the emotional ringer over the last few hours, but none more so than Agents DiNozzo, David, and Jethro.
    At the other man's words, he just tightened his grip on him a little more. When Jethro began to chuckle, a warm smile spread across Aaron's face.
    He was both relieved and glad to hear the sound.

    "I'll hold you for as long as you want, Jethro. As long as you need.." The words were spoken softly, barely above a whisper. "As for us being found out, I know what you mean. And yes, we're an us. For as long as we're both in this, we're an us. If something ever changes, we let each other know. We be fair and honest with each other, even
    if it hurts. Especially when it hurts, as that's usually when the most honesty is required."
    He sighed softly. "Let's just get the hell out of here and go back to my place, hmm?"

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    When they got back to town, Ziva thanked Tony for the ride. She took off her seatbelt and pushed open the door to get out, only to pause. She turned and faced him, and the words she said next were true, honest, and painful. "I am sorry, Tony. About all of it. I wish that I had done better for all of us. Thank you, for helping me. And for the ride." Then, she got out of the car and pulled her keys from her pocket and walked over to her own car. The young woman walked over to the trunk of her car, pulled out
    the key to unlock it.

    Then she opened the lid and removed one of her guns from it. She closed and locked the trunk once more, and then got into the driver's seat. She set her gun and wallet on the passenger seat, and put her seatbelt on and the key in the ignition. Several minutes later, she arrived at the gun range. She was well known there, and simply pulled out
    a few hundred dollars and handed it to the clerk. She bought out use of the entire building for herself for the rest of the day and all that night. Once everyone had been kicked out, she walked into the area that held the targets.

    Once she was in position, she put her ear pieces in to protect her hearing, texted Tony, Gibbs, and Abby that she would be unreachable until Monday morning, and then turned off her phone and stuck it into her pocket. She took a few breaths to calm herself down, and focused her pain at the target as she fired off her shots. In her mind, it
    was like she was shooting Kort all over again. It might not have been healthy, but she didn't care. After her break down earlier, she needed time to make sure her mask was back in place.

    That her walls were back up and solid enough to protect her from the pain. The next 24 hours were spent with her swapping out many different kinds of guns as she shot at the target, over and over and over and over again.
     
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    At Aaron's words, Jethro slid a hand to the back of his neck and up into his hairline, using the grasp to guide Aaron's lips to his own. Not in a passionate kiss, though there was passion in it -- and not in an attempt to seduce. This was an everyday kind of kiss -- the regular, routine kiss of two people who cared for each other.

    "Your place, yeah," Jethro murmured. He released Aaron reluctantly -- because even though he wanted to get out of the FBI building and back to somewhere that they could be private, he would have been content to stand there in Aaron's arms for... a very long time. "Any delivery places near your place open at this hour? I'm starving." Then a mischievous twinkle -- one his team saw so rarely that they'd likely have suspected he was under the influence -- shone in his eyes. "For food, and you."

    * ~ *

    Tony watched her exit his car, though he couldn't do more than nod to acknowledge her words. She deserved an answer -- deserved some of that silver-tongued, slick talking he was known for -- but after the past twenty-four hours, he didn't have any left.

    He was still watching her when she removed a gun from her trunk - her ninja arsenal, he'd teased her about it before - and move it to the front seat. It... worried him. More than he wanted to be worried. She wouldn't... do anything hasty, would she? Hoping she was too distraught to notice, he tailed her car to the gun range. Only when he'd seen her enter -- and received her text that she'd be unavailable -- did he turn his car towards his own home. Blasting through a thousand rounds of ammunition (which might be an exaggeration but... this was Ziva. It might not be.) would be good therapy, and he hoped it brought her a measure of peace.

    Tony had no idea how to find that peace for himself.

    He was exhausted, but still too keyed up to sleep when he returned home, so he booted up his laptop and started researching. He needed to find a way to answer Ziva's apology -- and after reading a few articles online, he had a pretty good notion of how to do so.
     
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    Aaron was happy to kiss Jethro back, and sighed softly in pleasure as he felt the other man's hand in his hair. When they pulled back so that they could each talk, he nodded at the other man's words about food. "There's a Chinese place a block away, a pizza place on the same block. A block further away, there's taco's, burgers, chicken, pancakes, it's basically a street full of food places. We can get whatever you want, just tell me what you're hungry for. Oh, delivery? Well, only the pizza place delivers this early in the morning."

    The younger man chuckled when he caught sight of the look in Jethro's eye. "Pizza it is," He said as they reluctantly broke away and got into his car. It wasn't long before they were driving back to his house. He made sure to ask Jethro what kind of pizza he wanted, and ordered a half and half, which would arrive at the house a few minutes after they did. When they got to the house, he turned off the car and his seatbelt, and they went inside. When the pizza showed up a few minutes later, he paid with a credit card and then closed and locked the door and carried the pizza into the kitchen.

    Aaron got out some paper plates and cups and napkins, and set everything up. "Go ahead and dig in. I'll be back in a few minutes.." He said and then excused himself and headed for the bedroom. Once he was inside his bedroom, he sighed softly, and removed his gun and badge. He placed them and his cell phone, with the volume turned up, on top of his dresser. Then, he spent the next few minutes changing out of his clothes once more until he was just in his boxers. Then, he washed his hands and returned to Jethro.

    And a few minutes later, they were seated on the couch together, and he turned on a black and white movie that had no sound. "Sometimes I just need something simple, so I turn this on and let my brain turn off for a few hours. It mostly helps, but I'd rather focus on you instead of the movie this time."


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    Abby stood on Tony's porch a few minutes later, her hands and arms full. She knew that he might want to be alone right now, but given everything that had happened in the last few hours, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not. So, she had gone and picked up breakfast for the two of them. Now that Ziva was safe, out of jail and back home, she could resume being there for Tony like she had done earlier. So, without any hands free to knock, she laughed and leaned forward and used her nose to ring the doorbell.

    It was still really early, and he'd probably answer the door with his gun. But she knew that her friend wasn't the 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of person. So she was well... 60% sure he wouldn't open the door and shoot her, before realizing it was her. Oh well, she knew from the moment she'd decided to show up at his place again, that she was taking a chance. But she was pretty confident that he wouldn't shoot her. Well.. mostly. Sorta..
     
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    Jethro shucked out of his jeans almost as soon as he was in Aaron's apartment, and threw his polo on top of them. Standing in a t-shirt and boxers, he rolled his shoulders and neck before loading a plate with pizza and making himself comfortable on the couch.

    But damn, if he didn't miss Aaron -- even in the brief moments he was in the bedroom.

    That was enough to make Jethro pause... because he hadn't missed someone's company like that, just their mere presence, in a very long time. He chewed methodically on the pizza (which was rather good, although he knew it wouldn't pass Tony's strict standards) as he pondered his feelings for Aaron. He might not be a talker, but he was a thinker -- and not understanding just how he felt about Aaron, not being able to quantify it... that bothered him.

    When Aaron sat down next to him on the couch in his boxers, and their bare knees touched... Jethro added a corner piece to the jigsaw puzzle in his mind. It wasn't just that Aaron made him feel calm -- it was that Aaron made him feel.

    "I don't even own a color TV," Jethro confessed with a half laugh. "And I wind up muting the damned thing half the time anyway. Know all the lines to the ones I watch anyway." And unable to resist any longer, he leaned over to kiss Aaron. He kept it light - or at least, as light as he could manage - but he hoped Aaron could feel the emotions he was feeding through that touch.

    * ~ *

    Tony looked up from his laptop when the doorbell rang, and sighed. Abby or Tim, he'd guess -- both of them had given him The Look when leaving Quantico. Ducky needed his rest, even if their aged medical examiner would deny it, and Jimmy would be anxious to climb back into bed with Breena... but Tim and Abby were both currently single, and both prone to meddling. He flipped over to the app on his computer that pulled up a video feed of his doorbell cam -- he'd had too many close calls not to have asked Tim to help him beef up his security -- and was treated to a replay of his favorite Goth leaning over to push the button with her nose -- and the unexpected humor of it thawed the careful rein he'd had on his emotions. He closed his laptop and crossed the room to the front door.

    "I know you like to wear a collar, Abbs," he said as he opened the door, "but that doesn't mean you should act like a service dog." He scooped a bag out of her arms. "What is all this?" He peered into the bag, giving an exaggerated sniff when he smelled the contents. "Decided you couldn't trust me to feed myself this morning?" Tony was mostly joking when he said it, but there was a layer of seriousness beneath the words. He appreciated the gesture -- and God knew, he'd welcome the company -- but he needed Abby to know that while he was fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional... he wasn't going to go off the deep end. Not any farther than she'd already seen him... he'd matured a hell of a lot in a short amount of time.
     
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    Aaron laughed loudly when the other man said that he didn't own a color TV. "I'm not the least bit surprised. You strike me as the kind of person to call it an idiot box and not use it, even if you ever got one. You know, you should consider joining us in the current century," He teased. "We've got indoor plumbing, we've stepped up from using a horse and buggy as a vehicle, and now we can talk to anyone anytime we want, though a phone call or email, without having to pay thousands of dollars or travel hundreds of miles to see someone we care about. Just a thought.."

    He laughed once more and then brought a piece of pizza to his mouth and fell silent as he chewed his food. When their knees touched, he gently bumped his against Jethro's, just for an excuse to touch him. After a few more minutes passed, and he finished off his pizza and bottle of water, he picked up his trash and then resumed
    his seat. Once that happened, he faced the other man. "There's something that I wanna talk to you about, Jethro."
    He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts
    and then said, "I'd like to discuss the possibility of us living together."

    "Full time. Now, before anything else is said, and before you say no, let me tell you everything that I'm thinking. I'd like for you and I, and Jack, to get a new place together. One in the middle of town that would put us both closer to our work. However, I'm not asking you to sell your house that you lived in with Shannon and Kelly. I'd never ask you to do that. And at least for the time being, I don't plan on selling this place. I'm going to keep it for Jack, so he can come here any time he wants, and feel close to Haley."

    "And if the time comes where I decide to sell this house, I'll have a long talk with both you, and Jack about it. But, I just feel like it would be easier if we got our own place. With no ghosts, and closer to our work. I don't expect an answer right away. Take a few days to think about it and then let me know how you feel about it. You don't have to
    say yes, by the way. This isn't the be all, end all."

    ____________________

    "I don't do dog play, Tony. Only Pony Play. And I'm the rider, not the pony. Most times.." Abby quipped back at him with a smirk, as he opened the door and took one of the bags from her. "As for the food, I figured you might not wanna be alone after everything this morning. So, I hit a place or two and figured I'd feed you this time, since I forgot to this morning, while I nagged you to express your feelings." She entered his kitchen once more and set all of the rest of the bags down on the table. "I figured that we'd start the rest of the day off right, with lots of good food, and friendship."

    "There's eggs, bacon, sausage biscuits, regular biscuits, pancakes, waffles, toast, your favorite cereal, bananas, bagels, and yogurt. You can have whatever you want, except for my black umbrella pancakes. Those were specially made. Steve, at IHOP, has a thing for me, even after our night together, which ended with a trip to the ER.." She said the last part and laughed, and then turned serious. "So, eat. And spill your guts. Because I'm not going anywhere unless you physically kick me out. And I doubt that you're going to do that."
     
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  20. Marie Adriana

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    Jethro's first knee-jerk reaction was an immediate refusal. He'd tried living with women, and had three ex-wives to prove it.

    But he listened, as Aaron had asked, and the idea wasn't as crazy as he'd thought initially. He liked the idea of them each keeping their houses -- of having a place to retreat to, if they needed time apart. All couples did, eventually -- look how many husbands had workshops, and wives had craft rooms! (And yes, Jethro was aware of how dated that concept was, but in the privacy of his own head, he could be a little old-fashioned.) "I want to say yes," Jethro admitted after several quiet minutes. "But -- not until we talk to Jack. Together." He was firm on that point. "I don't want him to feel like I'm... replacing his mother, or stealing his father... and I need him to know that he's not going to replace my Kelly, either." That last he added more quietly. "I care for him, and I'll treat him like my own but -- he should know."

    Jethro reached forward with a wood-worn hand, cupped it around Aaron's cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, Aaron," he added -- more softly than he'd speak to anyone else. "You don't have to offer to live with me to keep me around. I'm not gonna get to work Monday, get ragged on by my team and change my mind about us." That's what he was really worried about -- that Aaron had made the offer out of fear, not genuine desire.

    * ~ *

    "Too much information, Abbs," Tony laughed. He could accept -- intellectually -- that Abby was a woman with a healthy sex life. But... she was also practically his sister. He'd had to stomp on his protective instincts - hard - any time she was dating someone he knew... he couldn't take thinking about her with anything remotely resembling 'kinky' right now.

    "Damn, Abby, you brought enough to feed an army." Tony started unloading the bags, his movements brisk... efficient...

    ... and totally, completely faking calm.

    And when she ordered him to spill his guts, the fragile hold he had on normalcy snapped like an overstretched rubber band. "Abbs." He set down the styrofoam container of breakfast food in his hands and his eyes closed. When they opened again and focused on her, he made no effort to hide his pain. "I love you like a sister, and I know you're trying to help -- and you're right, I don't want to be alone. But I really need to not talk about... anything right now, okay? Can we just... watch a movie, and tell lame jokes? And..." he paused, because his next question was going to give away just how drained he was feeling, "I don't want to sleep alone. Would you... would you stay? Just sleep," he added hastily. "I just... I need someone to hold on to right now, Abbs."
     

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