Fic: Custody

[sinderella81]

Title: Custody
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: DiNozzo/Gibbs, slight DiNozzo/McGee
Genre: First Time
Summary: A sequel to Possession ... The team is in the middle of a case and Tony's feeling a bit ... unloved ... co-authored withsarkywoman
Warning: Slight d/s, OOC Tony
Disclaimer:We don’t own the characters of NCIS ...


Tony looked around the bullpen as he tried to finish his report. He resisted the urge to scratch his left nipple, knowing it would hurt more than help. The man at the piercing parlor had informed him it would be a good three to six months before the piercing would be completely healed. That had been a month ago, a mere two days after Gibbs and Tony’d had sex for the first time.

It was better than great, it was the perfect relationship for him. Gibbs knew his spirit was willing but his flesh was sluttish and kept him on a tight leash to save him from himself. And Tony was usually kept sated to prevent him ever wanting anything more. Except this past week or so, when Gibbs had turned into workaholic bastard at home as well as at work.

“Where’d Gibbs go?” McGee wondered aloud. Even he had noticed how … focused Gibbs had become on the case at hand. He had also noticed how much better Tony looked … he looked … happier, and McGee had been itching to find out who the new girl was. Tony had been particularly tight lipped about this new girl, which had McGee and Ziva both intrigued.

"Hmm, perhaps I should find him," Ziva said thoughtfully. "I must give him this information soon." She chewed her lip slightly then nodded decisively and stood up, grabbed a file and marched off. Figures Gibbs would cause hesitation and indecision even in Mossad assassins.

Tony watched her go and sighed softly. He … damn it, he missed Gibbs. When they got to Gibbs’ place, the older man would go straight to work, pouring over old files and murmuring to himself, while Tony was left to fend for himself. He hated fending for himself … it led to trouble.

"Tony?" McGee's voice was curious and without the presence of the others he saw no problem in wandering over to Tony's desk. "You okay? You've seemed a bit down this week. Fight with the new girlfriend?"

Tony blinked up at him. "Who said I had a new girlfriend?"

McGee shrugged. “You just look … happier. Every time you get a new girl, this look washes over you, but this time, you look … different. This girl must be pretty special, huh?”

Tony thought about it. Thought about it for long enough that McGee started to look nervous. Then, lowering his voice, he stood up and leaned closer to McGee. "Keep a secret, Probie?" he whispered.

McGee gulped and nodded, his breathing speeding up. "Sure."

"It's not a girl."

McGee blinked a couple of times, not sure he heard Tony correctly. “Not a girl?” he whispered.

Tony gave a tiny smile and nodded. “Not a girl,” he repeated. “God, McGee, he’s … just what I needed.”

"Oh." McGee seemed a little shell-shocked. "Ok. I... never knew you liked men that way."

Tony shrugged. "Women are great, I love women. But there's some stuff men can do to me that women can't and I love that too." McGee was blushing now.

Tony looked over at McGee and gave him an almost shy smile. “Have you ever … you know … experimented?” he asked.

McGee coughed and blushed and shook his head. “N-n-no, I’ve never,” he stammered. Sometimes it really bothered him when Tony teased him, and this was one of those times.

"Never?" Tony repeated in disbelief. He'd been so sure his Probie was more open-minded and flexible than that. Not *that* kind of flexible, but...bisexual. Probably. Most men were after they dated Abby, if not before. She did something strange to men's minds, some sort of kinky Stockholm Syndrome.

McGee frowned and shook his head. “Nope,” he said. Sure, Abby had tried to get him to kiss one of her old boyfriends that one time, and sure, the guy was … attractive, but …

“Wow,” Tony said, rolling his chair over to McGee and sitting down. “Have you ever wanted to?”

McGee tried to concentrate on his computer screen. Had he ever wanted to? What a question! He only wanted to *every time* he looked over at Tony. Every time the senior agent smiled, every time he fell asleep at his desk, every time he lounged back in his chair while on the phone......

Tony smiled and scooted closer. “You have, haven’t you?” he asked, running a finger up McGee’s arm. “Is it me, McGee? Do you want to kiss me? I wouldn’t mind, you know. It would just be a friend helping another friend out … “

McGee shivered. In seconds Tony had gone from sexy but infuriating to irresistible seducer. "What about your boyfriend?"

Tony looked a little saddened at the reminder. "He's not looking after me like he said he would."

“Looking after you?” McGee murmured.

Tony nodded and rubbed McGee’s arm. “He said he would take care of me, keep me on a short leash,” he murmured. “He’s not doing that lately … “

"You need a short leash?" McGee asked, unable to ignore the aching in his groin that was growing more pressing with every move Tony made.

Tony nodded, scooting closer still. “Yep, short leash,” he murmured. “Like sex … want it wherever I can get it. My … he keeps me on a short leash, keeps me … happy, but not recently.” He leaned in and rested his chin on McGee’s shoulder.

"Jesus, Tony," McGee breathed, trying to reconcile his mental image of the arrogant prankster with this wanton voice in his ear. "What if Gibbs sees this?"

"It might wake him up a little," Tony said with a grin.

“Wake him up a little … *Gibbs* is your … your … “ McGee squeaked and turned his head to look at Tony, their lips mere millimeters apart.

“Uh-huh,” Tony murmured, leaning in and pressing a barely there kiss to McGee’s lips.

McGee squeaked and shifted away, attention back on the computer. "Tony, don't. I don't wanna get fired because the boss' boyfriend was bored and horny."

Tony sighed and wheeled back over to his own desk. But McGee was right, he *was* horny. He'd had no sex this week. NONE. But Gibbs wouldn't let him go clubbing.

McGee sighed as well, and looked over at Tony, who suddenly looked so … forlorn. “You wouldn’t … let me get fired, would you?” McGee asked softly.

"Of course not, McGee," Tony promised without really giving it much thought. Gibbs would know it was all his fault, would know that Tony was just insatiable and had poor-impulse control. Jealousy always made for the best sex anyway.

McGee sighed and looked down at his keyboard. He really shouldn’t do this … He did *not* want to be on Gibbs’ bad side … ever. And if Tony … belonged to Gibbs, then …

Tony looked around the bullpen. It was dark outside and most of the lights were off inside. It was just them two in the room. "Come on McGee," Tony pleaded, "Help a guy out. Gibbs won't let me go out, won't satisfy me if I stay in.... what's a guy to do?"

“Can’t you just … go to the bathroom and … take care of it?” McGee asked.

Tony shook his head. “Can’t touch myself until Gibbs says so,” he murmured.

"Sounds like he's quite...controlling," McGee said nervously. "Are you sure you should be propositioning me like this?"

“He is controlling, but that’s the way I need it,” Tony agreed. “He hasn’t been taking care of me … you can take care of me, right?”

McGee wiped a hand over his forehead. Tony must have been really desperate to be asking him for this. But hadn't he wanted such a scenario since he'd begun working with the team?

Tony smiled and slid back over to McGee’s desk. “You want to … just a couple of kisses, Tim?” Tony asked, a hand playing with the short hairs at the nape of McGee’s neck.

McGee looked around nervously again. Still just the two of them in the bullpen.

"Okay." he said eventually, "Just a couple of kisses." That would be all. It figured really, that an attention-seeker like Tony would need validation from any source if he was being deprived. Cut off from his usual string of women (and possibly men), Tony was resorting to desperate measures.

Tony gave McGee a bright smile and leaned in, pressing his lips to McGee’s in a gentle, probing kiss.

McGee pulled Tony in closer, then backed him up to the desk. This might be the only opportunity he got and he had to make it count. He explored Tony's mouth with his tongue, tasting coffee and the candy that Tony had just finished.

Tony willingly let McGee control the kiss, happy to just …be wanted. He wrapped his arms around the younger agent and kept him close.

McGee wasn't sure he could stop at a kiss. Not when Tony moaned gently into it and wrapped one leg around him, pulling him closer. Tim had never honestly expected this particular wet dream to come true.

Tony pulled away and rested his forehead against McGee’s, panting loudly.

“Please, Tim? Just … touch me? Just once?”

Tim groaned and continued kissing Tony even as he unbuttoned Tony's jeans. They were both hard and trying to catch their breath as McGee slid his hand into Tony's jeans and found the senior agent was going commando. "Oh Tony, christ...." Holding Tony close with one arm while they kissed, he began stroking him with the other, intoxicated by DiNozzo's breathy moans.

“That’s it … oh your hand feels so good … “ Tony breathed.

Gibbs growled to himself as he entered the dark bullpen. This case had been eating at him and he finally had it figured out. Ziva had arrested the culprit …but final reports could wait.

He heard the moan first but it didn't really register. Not until he turned the corner to their desks and saw McGee molesting Tony on his. Though it wasn't really molestation was it, when the 'victim' was so into it.

Oh, was that his coffee on the floor?

Tony heard the splash and turned glazed eyes towards the doorway. “B-b-boss?” he whispered.

McGee heard Tony’s whispered words and felt the blood drain from his face and … other places. “Shit,” he murmured.

"Better clean up my coffee, DiNozzo," Gibbs said in a voice that was all the more terrifying for its calm. Tony scrambled to obey, doing up his jeans as he rushed to get some tissues for the spilt liquid.

"Boss," McGee began, "I... I..."

"We need to talk McGee," Gibbs said, before walking back to the elevator and gesturing for Tim to follow.

McGee gulped and followed Gibbs to the elevator, fear shining in his eyes as the door closed and Gibbs stopped the elevator.

“Sorry, Boss, I … “ McGee started.

Gibbs grabbed his shirt collar and slammed him against the metal wall of the lift.

"You're SORRY?! McGee, you say that when you drink my damn coffee, not when you're FUCKING MY LOVER!"

McGee flinched and tried not to throw up on his boss. “He … Christ, he practically threw himself at me … said you weren’t taking care of him … “

"Really." Something to talk about with Tony in a few moments. "And you thought you could be his white knight?" McGee wanted to be the good guy so much it was embarrassing. "So you didn't want him. You were just doing him a favour?"

McGee blushed and nodded. “But … I admit … I do kind of want him,” he said. “But not now that I know he’s yours … I tried to say no, I really did … He … I couldn’t say no to him … “

"It'll be a lot easier when you don't have to work with him anymore," Gibbs said bluntly.

McGee paled. "Y-you're firing me?"

Gibbs flicked the power back on the elevator. "Come back tomorrow to clear out your desk. For now just go home."

McGee blinked back tears … all he’d ever wanted was to be an NCIS agent. What would he do now? He vaguely recalled the elevator moving again, and could almost remember walking to his car.

Tony had finished cleaning the coffee and was kneeling next to Gibbs’ desk … waiting.

Gibbs stood over him and stared for a while. Neither man seemed willing to break the silence with the unpleasant words that couldn't be avoided. Eventually Tony caved. "It wasn't Tim's fault. It was me. It was all me."

Gibbs rested a hand on Tony’s hair. “You coerced him? Forced him to kiss you and touch you? What made you think that it would be okay?” he growled.

"Didn't *force*," Tony said defensively. "I'm not a rapist. Just.... he's been looking for a while, subtly. I thought....since you were busy, I could give him what he wanted and get what I needed and I wouldn't have to bother you about it...."

Gibbs wondered if Tony even believed his own excuses. If he thought puppy dog eyes made him more credible to a marine and seasoned investigator.

“You thought you could give away what’s mine?” Gibbs said.

“You … you weren’t taking it,” Tony replied. “Fuck, Gibbs … I’ve been without sex, haven’t been able to come for the past week while you’ve been so focused on this damn case!”

"A week is a week, Tony," Gibbs said, still keeping his voice low but dangerous. "You really are an addict."

"You know it," Tony said unrepentantly. "But you said you'd take care of it. You promised."

Gibbs groaned and rubbed his face. He’d fucked up … and got a punch to the gut when he saw his boy and McGee … “Well, part of your temptation will be taken care of,” Gibbs said. “McGee will be clearing out his desk tomorrow.”

“You … you fired him?” Tony asked. “No … no, no, please don’t fire him Ma-Boss … it wasn’t his fault. Don’t punish him because of me … “

"You're that desperate to keep him here?" Gibbs growled, the tone of his voice finally reaching the tone that made Tony cower. "My desk is just too far away, you've got to have an available fuck at the next desk? Why the *hell* did you go into law enforcement when you obviously would rather work a street corner?!"

Tony blinked as tears filled his eyes, Gibbs’ words hurting worse than a gunshot wound. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on Gibbs’ shoes. “I’ll … I’ll be gone tomorrow too … this isn’t working … I … I can’t be what you want … “

The despair in Tony's voice had Gibbs crouching down beside him, lifting Tony's chin to look in his eyes. "No. You're not leaving."

"I'll leave," Tony whispered. "I love this job and I love you but clearly I'm just crap at relationships. And if I leave here, you can employ McGee again and hey, maybe I'll take your advice and go become a prostitute or something." He clearly wasn't being serious, but the very words were enough to drive Gibbs mad.

Gibbs gripped Tony’s chin tightly. “No,” he said. “You are not leaving. I … I’m sorry … “

Tony blinked. Twice. Did Gibbs just … ?

"Yeah, you heard me. I'm sorry." He'd said it twice now. New record. "I have been neglecting you and it's pretty obvious you have issues regarding that. That doesn't make what you did okay, but I do understand. I think maybe we both need to make up for some things."

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Tony said sadly. "Maybe I do need help. If I can't go one week without getting desperate...."

“I knew that going into this,” Gibbs said, releasing Tony’s chin and pressing a kiss to Tony’s temple. “There will be consequences for your actions, but … I’m not letting you go, not letting you quit. You’re the best damn agent I’ve had and the best … the best partner.”

Tony stared, mouth agape. "I... I don't know what to say."

Gibbs ran a hand gently through his hair. "Say you'll work at this. At our relationship, at your problems."

"Okay." He didn't even have to think about it. Not when Gibbs had been so good to him.

“Come on, we’ll go home and talk about your punishment,” Gibbs murmured as he stood and pulled Tony with him.

“Um … you won’t really fire McGee will you?” Tony asked, clinging to Gibbs’ hand, needing contact from Gibbs.

"Why don't you want him fired, Tony?"

"I told him he wouldn't be because it was all my fault. I thought you'd be mad at me, not him."

“Ah Tony,” Gibbs said with a sigh. “Damn it! Okay, McGee’s not fired.”

“Thank you,” Tony murmured.

“You might not thank me after you hear your punishment,” Gibbs murmured as the hauled the younger agent to his car.

"Or I might thank you more," Tony said with a strange look in his eyes.

It was hard to eradicate the image from his mind, that sight of his Tony moving under another man's touch, moaning for another man's appreciation....

The ride home was quiet, both men lost in their thoughts and the events of the evening.

Once at Gibbs’ house, Gibbs led Tony into the living room. “First things first,” Gibbs started. “For the next week, you belong to *me*. You don’t eat, drink, piss or sleep without asking me first. You’re at my side constantly, understand?”

Tony chewed nervously at his lip, then said quietly, "but you'll look after me, right?"

Gibbs gave Tony a loving smile and a soft kiss, caressing his hair. “Always take care of you, Tony,” he murmured, his other hand going to rub Tony’s left nipple through the agent’s shirt, feeling the ring under his hand.

"Well then I've got no reason to stray from your side," Tony said with a small smile, stepping closer to Gibbs' body, seeking the physical contact that comforted him.

Gibbs wrapped his arms around Tony and pulled him close. “My beautiful boy,” he murmured. “One more punishment … you let McGee touch you … touch what’s mine … “

"I couldn't help myself," Tony whined, "I...." Could he bear to say it? To tell Gibbs the truth? He had to. "I get off on being used." Then he dropped his gaze to the floor and waited for Gibbs' warm, strong arms to let go of him.

Gibbs sighed and just held Tony tighter. “The let me,” Gibbs murmured, stroking Tony‘s hair. “Let me be what you need.”

“I’m trying,” Tony whispered. “Trying so hard … “

“I’ll keep helping,” Gibbs said. “And now … I can’t let what happened go unpunished. Go to our room, strip. Get out your collar and the paddle. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Tony hurried upstairs to the bedroom they were sharing and took off his clothes quickly. He wasn't sure how long Gibbs would take and he wanted to be ready by the time his boss made it to their room. After throwing his clothes in the corner, he went to the wooden drawers and pulled out his collar. He decided not to put it on - GIbbs had only told him to get it out. Then he grabbed the paddle.

Gibbs took his time; he got a drink of water and tidied up the kitchen a bit, his stuff was still spread all over the desk. When he finally ascended the stairs and entered the bedroom, he was pleased to see Tony kneeling next to the bed, the collar sitting on the bedspread.

“Good boy,” Gibbs murmured, caressing Tony’s hair as he reached for the collar.

Gibbs fastened the collar reverently around Tony's beautiful neck. "Face the bed. Stay on your knees."

Tony did as he was told, eager to make amends. Gibbs picked up the paddle. The couple of times so far that he had spanked Tony it had been playful and not punishment. But this would be different. He could still hear Tony moaning for McGee.

“Ten strikes,” Gibbs said, running a hand over Tony’s shoulders. “Ten should remind you who you belong to … “

Tony nodded and braced his hands on the bed. “Yes, sir,” he whispered.

"Boss, Tony," Gibbs said gently. "Even here. It's Boss, for you. For all I know you'd call McGee 'sir'."

"I wouldn't - Ow!"

"One." He raised his arm and swung down again, making Tony cry out on "Two." Gibbs hadn't been this hard on him before. Had no need to be.

“Three.” Gibbs could see Tony’s ass turning a nice, healthy red.

Tony held back his cry of pain, resting his head on the bed as he took his punishment.
“Four.”

Gibbs hadn't hurt him like this last time. He knew he deserved it, but it hurt so bad! The man could really hit. "B-boss," he whimpered.

"Five."

Tony bit down on his lip, Halfway there now. And he did deserve this for all he'd done.

“Six, seven, eight.” The next three came in quick succession, Gibbs ready to get this done and over with.

“Boss,” Tony whined.

“Nine. Ten.” Gibbs tossed the paddle aside and crouched next to Tony, stroking his hair. “You’re done, Tony. My good boy. You did so well.”

Tony practically fell into Gibbs' arms when his punishment was over. He felt weak, like he'd just let someone fuck him. "Boss, I'm so sorry...."

"Shhh," Gibbs just held him for a while and petted his hair. "I know."

“Never again. Promise, promise,” Tony whispered, clinging to Gibbs’ arms.

“Shhh,” Gibbs murmured, helping Tony into the bed, running a hand over Tony’s paddle warmed ass. “I’ll take care of you … I promise.”

He knew that if faced with the temptation again, Tony would probably do exactly the same as he'd done today. But with any luck, he would stop actively seeking out temptation now and at least try to be faithful. Gibbs wasn't sure he would be able to handle another scene like tonight's without violence.

“And … and tomorrow you’ll tell McGee he’s not fired,” Tony whispered drowsily.

Gibbs smiled as he climbed off the bed and stripped down. “I will tell McGee that he is not fired,” he agreed. “And you, boy, will be sitting with me at my desk all week.”

Tony didn't look embarrassed by this news. In fact, he perked up. "Will you let me suck you off under your desk? In work hours?"

Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "You do *want* to keep your job, right DiNozzo?"

Tony nodded, sighing as he felt the bed dip with Gibbs’ weight. “I love my job,” he murmured.

Gibbs sighed and wrapped an arm around Tony, pulling him close, caressing Tony’s sore ass. “Then no blowjobs during work hours,” he murmured.

"How about now?" Tony asked with a smile.

Gibbs grinned. "Now's a good time." But instead of letting Tony move down, he moved himself down Tony's body. "I bet you're tense after almost getting off earlier."

Tony groaned. "I'm sorry, I really am."

Gibbs smiled and kissed Tony’s hipbone. “You did good tonight, beautiful boy,” he murmured. “You took your punishment.”

“I did,” Tony agreed. “Hurt so bad … but I took it … for you.”

“Because you were such a good boy,” Gibbs said, sucking at Tony’s hip. “Maybe I can please you?”

"I..." Tony seemed stunned. "You actually want to treat me after what I did?"

"Tony," Gibbs said in a firm voice, "I punished you for that. It's been dealt with. I can forgive the first offence with minimal punishment."

"The first offence," Tony repeated dully. "You think I'll do it or something like it again."

Gibbs rubbed Tony’s hips. “I know you, Tony,” he murmured. “And I know your need … and I also know that I might slip up again and not take care of you the way I should … “

“And if you don’t take care of me … “ Tony started.

“You’ll find it somewhere else,” Gibbs said. “But … I am going to try very hard to make sure that you won’t ever need someone else.” He leaned back down and nuzzled the hair around Tony’s cock.

Tony shifted on the bed eagerly. The case had been so stressful and Gibbs had not only refused to give him the pleasure that helped, but he had also banned Tony from seeking it elsewhere. Now sex was on offer, Tony was struggling not to be too demanding. Gibbs might still retract that forgiveness, after all.

“That’s it … that’s my boy,” Gibbs murmured just before he wrapped his mouth around Tony’s cock.

Tony groaned happily, wrapping his hands in Gibbs’ hair. It felt so fucking good … just … He whined as he felt Gibbs begin to suck.

Gibbs knew that teasing was off the menu tonight. Tony wouldn't want it after a week of abstinence. A week. A damn week. He needed help. But right now, Gibbs would give him what he wanted. He pushed his dry finger at Tony's ass, not trying to press in, just rubbing at the sensitive opening while he worked the younger man's cock with his lips and tongue.

“Oh … oh god … oh … Jethro!” Tony cried, spilling down Gibbs’ throat after just a couple of thrusts from Gibbs’ fingers. He could barely recall Gibbs gently wiping him down and tucking the covers around him.

Gibbs lay down beside Tony, still fully clothed. "You apologize to McGee in the morning," Gibbs said sternly. "Not only did you mess with his feelings, but you nearly got him a black eye."

“Yes, sir,” Tony whispered softly. “Will you … you won’t let me go?”

Gibbs wrapped his arms around Tony and pulled him close. “Nope, not letting you go,” he murmured. “You might hate be at the end of the week, but I can’t … I can’t let you go.”

"Good," Tony said decisively. "I know you think I'll sleep with anyone...." he cringed at the look Gibbs sent his way. "Not *anyone*, boss. But okay, yeah, I do sleep with a lot of people."

"You have a point, DiNozzo?"

"Yes. My standards might slip steadily further every night I go without getting laid, but with other people sex is just sex. It's not like that with you. You know that, right?"

Gibbs smiled a bit and pressed a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “I promise you that I will take care of you,” he murmured. “Every night … if we’re in the middle of a case, then … “

“We’ll play it by ear,” Tony agreed. He was silent for a few moments, before … “I love you.”

Gibbs couldn't quite echo the words, but hearing them warmed him and when he smiled Tony smiled back, not upset by Gibbs' unreadiness to vocalize his feelings. Jethro knew that Tony had more chance of hearing those little words from him than the divorced wives, but he just wasn't the kind of man who could say it with ease.

“Go to sleep, Tony,” Gibbs murmured. “We’ll figure it all out, beautiful boy.”

“M’kay,” Tony mumbled, snuggling under the covers.

Gibbs smiled down at Tony before stripping down and joining his lover in bed. He gently stroked Tony’s hair until they were both fast asleep.

Comments

[tinlizzie82.livejournal.com]

It's all your fault. Here I am trying to get some work done on my original, *serious* stuff and you have to go and post this. OK, I admit I don't *have* to keep checking LJ every time I get stuck, but really, how am I supposed to go back to writing a prose poem about dying after reading this.

Ah, forget the poem for now. *looks around shiftily* I think I'll just read some more smut. *trundles off happily*

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

*giggle* Sorry I distracted you *wink*

Smut is good!! *nodnod*

Read more!

[twilightseeker3.livejournal.com]

Yeah but what a wonderful distraction. O thank the gods, I thought I was the only one who kept checking.

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm yes, a very good distraction *nodnod*

:D

[starbuckssue.livejournal.com]

Wonderful - I loved this.

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

So glad you enjoyed it!!!

[murgy31.livejournal.com]

This was fabulous!!!!!

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Yay!! Glad you thought so!!!

[kateri-e.livejournal.com]

Oh man, this is HOT! Loved every minute of it. Eager to see what you come up with next.

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

Glad you enjoyed it!! And our minds are naughty and perverse things *wink* You never know what we'll come up with next!!!

Wow!

[sassylassy13.livejournal.com]

Totally hot! They haven't got everything worked out just yet...so I'm hoping that means there will be more in this 'verse? Or maybe there already is? Please say yes or I may be forced to cry...but no pressure!*big cheesy grin*

Sassy

Re: Wow!

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

*g* Glad you enjoyed it!

And while this is a sequel to a fic titled 'Possession' (just use my gibbs/dinozzo tag to find it) and we don't have anything else written just yet ... you never know! *g*

[weird-fin.livejournal.com]

Oh nice. *g*

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

*g* Thanks!! We had a blast writing it!

[lonsuderliveson.livejournal.com]

omgsh!!! poor Tim. he couldn't resist.

i love this. so much. *so much*

[cinderella81.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! We had a blast writing it.